Kim Myungsoo Fanfiction Novels & Stories

"Annyeonghaseyo hyungnim! (hyungnim refers to a boss, or a leader in a gang.)The Masquerade Party will be held at eight in the evening at Itaewon Room 135," one of the boss' men reported. "Alright, great! Prepare yourselves, we'll be heading to Itaewon very soon. I personally want to capture Choi Minjung and make that despicable asshole pay for betraying the 'Diamond Kkangpae!" Hyun-woo exclaimed angrily.

“He fell in love. Or, rather, he believed he did. Her name was Yuna. Yuna Kim. A rising star in the Seoul art scene. Beautiful, talented, and from an… acceptable family. It was a perfect match, or so everyone thought. The golden boy and his dazzling muse. He was utterly besotted. He followed her to gallery openings and funded her exhibitions. He was planning to propose.” He paused, letting the image sink in. A Jin in love. A Jin planning a future. It was so alien, so incongruous with the man who’d drafted a contract for a fake girlfriend, that it felt like a story about a stranger. “And?” I prompted, my voice barely a whisper.

Ma Dongpil, Yoon Seungmin, and Lee Seojun stepped out from the shadows, their expressions sharp after witnessing the chaos. Minsung glanced at them, still catching his breath. Ma Dongpil scratched his bald head, frowning. “Minsung, are you okay?” Minsung scoffed. “I’m fine, you bald oaf.” Yoon Seungmin chuckled, his grin sly. “Kuku… says the guy who just got beaten and pretends it’s nothing.” Minsung’s head snapped up, veins throbbing. “What did you say?!” Before he could lunge, Lee Seojun stepped forward. His eyes weren’t on Minsung—he was locked on Joonwoo.

Suddenly, a loud thud was heard from the car, travelled from behind, that ruined the moment. After getting distracted, Min-Jae then decided to carry Jae Joon and Min-ah to their room so they can be comfortable. (him and Jin-Ae too xD) He made sure they were sleeping well. Whereas, Jin-Ae sat there recalling the thing that just happened. She sighed drastically as she got up and paddled to have a clearer view of moonlit Seoul. The vibrant tapestry of jade black woven with the white cotton candy, the stiff whiff that drove into her bones and trekked into her soul, in a twinkling of an eye made her feel extant.

Gil laughs again, "[You look like a jealous girlfriend.]" "[Rather than jealousy, I'm feeling a bit disappointed. It was just different with the one I imagined.] " "[Too bad. The Han Ki Jung you loved was a man who standing in front of the cameras. Not the real one. Well, I can't blame you, though. We, as idol, have a task to be a perfect human who fulfilling the dream of their fans. Even it means to be fake and sacrifice our life.]" She blinked twice when noticed his unreadable expression. Feeling awkward, Cecilia got stuttered,"[Th-then, I will, I will pick you up when you are re-ready.]"

“I thought you’re dumping her next week. I can’t believe Adam Yung is finally in love.” I lift my head, “What? No! I’m not in love with anyone and I never will be. Adam Yung will never be in love with anyone. A girl would be too lucky to have my heart. It’s fun having her around for a while but I’m not serious about her. ” I tell Kim. A smirk pops out of his face as he recognizes the real me when it comes to relationships topic. He chuckles, “Punch me right in the face if you ever fall in love with someone. In that way, I can know that you really are.” He states with a seriousness painted on his face.

CHAPTER 174: True To Life Story No one’s POV: Mingchan turned around and looked at the security personnel. “Mukgu’s fan? What is fan?” Mingchan asked dumbly. His system says: ‘Admiring someone, supporting someone and always being there.’ The security personnel. “A fan? A fan loves the person who he or she admires the most without asking anything in return. You just want a happy ending for that someone.” The security personnel explained and he felt so dreamy while looking at Mukgu on the stage with her fans. She was sitting with a long table on her front, endlessly smiling for her fans and signing their w*****n books. Mingchan looked at her again and grinned. “Yes, I am a fan. I am Kim Mukgu’

The expression on Tieu Ky Pham's face was also a little more peaceful, even a sense of guilt. "Ki Fan, when are we going to try on the dress and the engagement ring?" Miss Thien Kim is pretending, but unfortunately, a cold man like Tieu Ky Pham is still indifferent. "I can't do it today, I have to go to work tomorrow and want to rest a little early." Once again, Duan Ngoc Han lost her smile, her eyes drooped, her voice was very sympathetic: "Ki Fan, I feel that you don't care about me at all, I thought I wanted something until now you didn't give it to me. you".