Kim Myungsoo Fanfiction นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Mr Kim smiled at me brightly and for the first time since we walked inside that house, I managed to take a breath without feeling like someone was strangling me. "Oh right, uhmm...this is my girlfriend, Mia." Jeon introduced me to his Dad in a much calmer tone. His father seemed pleased with that information and that prompted him to smile even wider as he held out his hand for me to shake. "Oh so this is the famous Mia I have been hearing about from Minho." He gushed, seemingly happy with the Mia he'd met to the Mia he had heard about from his mischievous son. But then knowing Minho, it was possible he had totally exaggerated everything about me to the point where I was practically a charact

He felt so excited that Yenn finally became his and couldn't control himself. Jiwoon wet his lips, seeing Yenn underneath him is just turning him on so much. He felt scared that if he rush things again he'll be hated. Thus, he stopped himself. He needs to wait and ask his permission. Yenn look at him with his golden eyes, deeply looking into his soul. He loves seeing his eyes staring deeply into his. He felt like those golden irises are begging every time he sees those looking into his own. Yenn then averted his eye away, embarrassed.

*I forgot to mention this. But, the cover picture is not mine. The credit goes to the real owner. High in Pursuit: Another Story. Kang Jae Woon is the youngest prosecutor in his department. With his handsome appearance, outstanding achievements, and impressive family background, he is being admired and envied at the same time by many people. Everyone is looking at him like he is some famous idol or celebrity.

He laughs again, and I finish unfolding the paper to extend to its full size, seeing a neatly written paragraph in the middle. “Here we go.” I smile at Jyeon, who’s shaking his head and giving Yoonah strange warning glances. It’s in jest, but he’s glaring to drive it home that he has no chance. “I, Sohla Iona Kim, stand here today ready to step into a second chance at happiness. Having been lost, I managed to find myself and what I wanted in life, even though it brought me full circle. I’m grateful that it gave me a chance to realize my love for you was limitless and strong and that only you would make me happy, even when you have a younger, hotter brother who adores me too!” I burst out lau

He looked up and remarked, "Oh, I didn't know that Miss Ya is also here." I turned around and was surprised that Soyoung was still working, too. "Hello, Mr. Kim," she waved at him. She continued, "I'm waiting for Mingyu to stop working." "Really?" Mr. Kim smiled as he looked at me for a brief moment. He returned to her and said, "Well, it's nice to see that Miss Ryuk has a friend here. I'll go ahead now. I'll see you both after lunch." "Bye, Mr. Kim," we both replied.

"Shut up! Shut up!" "Why are you being so defensive! I thought the Kim Young-mi had nothing to fear." Cho-ae teased her further but her forearm met Young-mi's fist three times and she winced. Her hand rubbed at the spot and she furrowed her eyebrows at her roommate. Then came the realization that hit her in the gut. This had been the feeling all along. She didn’t have to fear a performance, a crowd. She feared that Young-mi liked someone else. "...You like him." The older girl shifted her weight on one foot and sighed wistfully, her arms crossed over her chest. That much was an answer on its own.

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Kyuhyun Oppa... Oppa... Kyu Oppa... Lee Yongju... Lee Yongju... My heart is aflutter, my soul entranced as I imagine Kyuhyun's sultry voice beckoning me. Blissful... "Lee Yongju!" I jolt awake, my muscles trembling from the sudden movement. Someone's calling my name, shattering the fragile threads of my dream. The bed is a haven, warm, inviting, and intoxicatingly fragrant... I yearn to surrender to its comfort and relive the tantalizing dream. Earlier, I was lost in a vivid fantasy, entwined with Kyuhyun in a tender moment, our lips almost touching. But cruel fate intervened, and I awoke, leaving me with a gnawing sense of longing.