Hwoarang X Jin Novels & Stories

Shiro replied. [Shiro, a medium heighted, tan skinned, short-hair, and slim build. He is an all-rounder class soldier, who is a close friend of Jin. Suddenly, a woman approached towards Jin and Shiro. She is also a medium heighted, pale skinned, long hair that has highlights in light purple, and dark brown eyes.] “Hey Shiro, I’ve brought you some steamed chicken! Oh! Who is he!?” “Nova, this is Jin, he is one of my friends who gives me his excess scrap materials for enhancing my equipment, and also yours.” Shiro replied.

She needed to repay the debt to the Kim family, and Jin was the storm she was willing to drown in. The air in the room grew thick, heavy with his intoxicating scent. and the sound of their combined breathing. Jin hovered over her, his eyes dark, hooded, and entirely possessive. When he finally positioned himself and entered his mad and big hidden armor into Raya, the world seemed to tilt on its axis.

Syanja nodded her head, as she didn't want him to be sad. Ho-Jim smiled as the decorations were finished. "I am happy they finally agreed to meet us after a whole two weeks." Hyun-Tae stated, while waiting for them impatiently. "Right, I hope they forget everything and start it once again." Ji-Ho whispered, which wasn't unnoticed by U-Ram. U-Ram patted his back and smiled a little. "They are here." Seo-Jin screamed, causing them to glare at him. "What? I am just too excited." "Whatever." Ha-Yoon shook his head and stepped towards Syanja and Jung-Hoon. Jung-Hoon smiled and shared a warm hug while Syanja was taken aback behind Jung-Hoon. Fighting with her own thoughts, she let out a sigh befor

Would you accept me? Namjae looked at Harin for her response and took a deep sigh. He knew Harin always put Hoseong first after Yunki. She looked at him with tearful eyes and held his hands tightly. She smiled and answered, 'Let's go on this journey together'. Hoseok sensed the seven heavens over his head as his plan would never have succeeded without Harin.

They have not yet been 100% healed but they immediately returned to the battlefield to provide help. They were shocked at the clash they witnessed between Jin and Sarakuth. "Jin is winning!" Jay exclaimed. "No, they're just equal." Jang khang objected. The loud sound of competing power was heard. "... You are tough!" Sarakuth said with an evil smile on his face. As the clash takes place, Jin is unaware that there is a growing horn behind Sarakuth. When the horn finally came out, Sarakuth began to cast a spell that only he could hear.

Hoseok felt a tap on his shoulder and turned to find Kim Namjoon behind him with a wide smile. “Jin and I are going out”, he blurted “Congratulations”, Hoseok whispered all the while keeping his eyes on Yoongi. Namjoon smacked the back of his head “ow, what was that for ?”, he asked with a glare directed at Namjoon. “That was for not paying attention dummy, I meant that Jin and I are going out for a few drinks after work. Wanna join?” Namjoon asked ‘No, thanks”

"RM. Suga. Jin. J-Hope. Jimin. Jungkook. Taehyung. I have dreamed of this moment since I was a teenager." He looked at them, then back at me, something amused and fond moving across his face. "Come." "Wait.. where…" He was already moving. Minutes later we stood before them. Alexander greeted RM smoothly, apparently connected through a past brand campaign. Traitor..Then he turned. "This is my wife."

Their hair was swept back, a few soft strands artfully escaping to frame their faces. They looked like fallen angels who had decided to crash a wedding and stay forever. Both were trying—really trying—not to cry. Their lips trembled. Their eyes were already glassy. Every few steps Yo Sun would sniffle, and Yo Han would elbow him sharply, only to immediately regret it because then his own tears threatened to spill. At the end of the aisle stood Huang Li Han.

She leaned her chin on her palm, lips tinted faintly pink. “So, you’re one of Joonwoo’s members now?” she teased, her voice warm. Daejin’s jaw tightened. He shook his head quickly, flexing an arm instead, the muscle straining beneath his blazer sleeve. “Allies. That’s it. I won’t be anyone’s member. Look at this—” he raised his arm higher, grinning. “These are boxing muscles. You think I’d bow down to that guy? No chance.” Sarang tilted her head, pretending to think. Her tone was playful, but her eyes searched deeper.

Sarang had no other choice but to follow him. As Sarang and Jae-Young walked away together, Mrs. Kim gritted her teeth. Then a slow smirk appeared on her face. Now Zayren wouldn’t be able to do anything. Sarang was married to Jae-Young, and Zayren would never forgive either of them for this. He would despise those two persons badly whom she despised too.