Novel & Cerita Jungkook Old Photos

(Bang Dae Jung) "Huh?…oh..I know….take a picture of him..and make sure it's in HD…hehehehehehe".

And that I did. “He does look like a celebrity from Korea,” Gene commented last night after I showed him an awkward picture of Yu and me as he was the one taking the selfie. Yu smiled warmly as his arm was holding his old phone and I only gave a sheepish smile. It was embarrassing, really. To me, it looks like a father-daughter picture. “But it is nothing compared to our first picture.”

But Hansung himself? "Min Junho , believe me it's not me." "I've met a woman named Lee Umji, and you guys have very similar faces. But this is clearly Hansung, right?" Min Junho said showing the photo. I'm speechless. I don't know where began to explain about this photo, but I am must to try, alright? ***

He pulled out a picture from a file, it shows 6 guys, one of them was Chris himself. “Younger Chris,” Jihyun thought as she could see braces, and instead of the dyed dirty blonde hair today, it was a dark brown with a buzz cut. ”Never took him as someone who’d need to wear those and he looks kind of cute with that haircut…” she held back a giggle and took the photo, silently observing it.

Jungkook's breath hitched. It was Taeho was walking in slow motion. The older male was glowing in the sun, dripping wet while he struggled to get his wet hair out of the way. He pushed his strands back and Jeonkuk had never seen anyone this gorgeous. Of course, Jungkook's eyes dropped to Taeho's toned body. His shoulders were bigger than Jungkook's, his biceps were firm, his tummy was toned and sexy, his thighs were firm and so were his perfect legs.

And then, in one drawer, I found it—a thick, worn file labeled carefully in Taehyung’s handwriting. I opened it, my hands shaking. Inside, there were more pictures—a timeline of images with dates scribbled beneath each one, an entire history meticulously cataloged. My pulse quickened as I saw pictures of Taehyung as a young child, maybe nine or ten years old, standing beside a woman holding a baby in her arms. They looked like any other family, except one detail made my heart lurch—standing next to them, looking like part of this family, was my father.

she said happily. "I'm going too" Jungkook said. "Little boy, we're going to shop with my money, we hate each other so no, I can't spend my money on you" Starr replied. "I want to go too!!!, I want to go!!!!!" Jungkook started crying loudly. "Sign a deal with me first that you'll stop being rude to me" Starr said. Jungkook stopped crying and Lotus made a paper and pen appear magically. "Let's get started" Starr said, taking the both from her.

He wanted to prove what Mira had said while she wasn't there. Hyuk scrolled through the phone screen to check the information about Eunbi. Was she really in Jeju like Mira said? The young man opened his social media page. He opened Eun_Bee's I*******m story. There was a picture of her with an old lady in a field. Hyuk raised one eyebrow. "She has a grandmother." He also continued to another story featuring traditional foods on her dining table as well as a typical Hanok wooden house. From what Hyuk found, he felt that there was nothing unusual at all. Hyuk also went back to scrolling through the I*******m page. Everything remained natural.

he excitedly handed her the bag and she dug her hand in. The bag contained a framed picture of the two of them laughing together. She gulped harshly, eyes glistening because of how thoughtful, how beautiful the picture was. She had no idea who took the picture or when they took it but the way his eyes were crinkled up at the sides and his gums were on display, Minjae couldn’t have clicked a better picture. It was from Joon and Taehyung’s engagement party, she was wearing the golden dress Taehyung got her and both of them were holding each other close. The picture was from an alleviated angle and she guessed Joon was the one who clicked it.

"Let's have a look. If I can find a few naked photos, I can use them to blackmail him in the future, right?" Gu Jiuci planted herself on the side of the bed and her lips curved into a sly smile. Then she turned opened the album with bright eyes. Unexpectedly, the first page had a blown-up photo of Huo Mingche in a sports uniform. He held a basketball in one hand and his head was slightly raised with his deep eyes gazing proudly into the distance as if he wanted to pull everyone into a black hole. Earthshakingly handsome and lofty, he made one desperate to come closer, but also made one feel inferior because of the sense of estrangement.