Kim Nam-joon Novels & Stories

“YOU HAVE TO LET ME GO, YOU TRUNK OF A MAN!” A low, sinister chuckle leaves his lips at my lame insult, his wide shoulders shaking slowly at the motion. “My name is Santino Ricca.”

I made it clear. Relaxingly, Violet nodded slowly. "Yeah, Song Joongki is married, and it breaks me. It hurts every time I remember it!" Violet exclaimed, then bit her lip to hold back her tears. I held my forehead, massaging it gently, because somehow my head hurt so much. Song Joong-ki is a Korean artist, right? Yeah, he's reportedly married to a fellow artist. But Isn't it too much to be upset because of her idol? "Violet, have you ever been hit by someone?" I asked slowly.

Now she seemed troubled? Noah took his eyes off her just long enough to see the girl—one of the ones who'd been waiting outside the shower doors at the gym—stroke Gio's leg. Gio had always been the pretty boy of their bunch. Even with all the fights he'd been in, his face still remained intact. In high school, he'd been quite the heartthrob. Noah's looks were rugged compared to Gio's naturally arched brows, girlie lashes, and green eyes. Abel had made fun of Gio plenty of times, accusing him of not trying hard enough when they were sparring because Gio was counting on a career in modeling if boxing didn't work out for him.

“What kind?” Before she could speak, the blond, Teague, stood up next to Keane. Muscles rippled and flexed beneath his white tee shirt, and it took me a moment to focus again on the words. “The game is called The Hunt,” he explained, drawing what looked like a half-empty bottle of wine from beneath his chair. He held it up and popped the cork, and I breathed a sigh of relief. Whatever the wine had to do with it, I could do it easily.

His friends immediately hooted at him for getting rejected. Sighing, I turned away to look at the swimmers. To my avail, they had their eyes fixed on me, even Zachariah. His Adam apple bobbing up and down as he starred at me with those beautiful hooded eyes that had got me captivated. He hastily turned around, showing his chiseled back to me. “Let the tournament of 2022 begin.” The boy---Hades, yelled in the mic, the huge crowd erupted in cheers. The thumping of the music getting louder and louder by each passing minute.

Father always seemed to do it without issue and then look me and his remaining three daughters in the eye as if he didn't do the most unforgivable act toward a human being. But I was supposed to be a ruthless crime boss, and killing is just a part of the game. Doesn't mean I like it, though. I know exhaustion reads deeply on my face. I put sunglasses on before leaving my room to hide the puffy, tired eyes that I could only put so much makeup on to hide it. I head straight for the fresh pot of coffee that has been made, but Leander stops me. He hands me a tumbler instead. He can't see me, but I'm eying him beneath the sunglasses. I bring the tumbler to my nose and open it enough to smell it.

See the Details. Phix is Park Entertainment's first and most popular group. Byun Jihoon is 23, and the group leader. Such a scandal puts everything at stake. Hyun Bin is making another call. It appears he has his hands full today. The car comes to a stop and I realise we're at a bus stop. Henry the driver comes around to open my door. With one last worried look at Hyun Bin, I step out. "Thank you," I say to Henry, who nods and goes back to the driver's side. The car peels away.

And at the center of it all, undefeated, untouchable, was Kane Shawn. Standing at 6'5", with a body carved from years of brutal discipline, he was a titan among men. His blonde curls were damp with sweat, sticking to his forehead as he rolled his shoulders, his enormous arms flexing with ease. His skin glistened under the dim lights, his six-pack rippling with every movement. But it was his face that truly set him apart a masterpiece of sharp lines and perfect imperfections. His light blue eyes had the power to pierce through a man's soul, making even the most confident opponents hesitate. His lips, full and sinful, often twisted into a smirk that made women weak and men envious.

That alone made every single one of them scrawny to the bone. Park Ye Jun, Lee Ji Min’s best friend, stumbled whimpering as they reached the door of ICU, obviously thinking of what or rather who lay inside. But Kim Yo Han wrapped his arms around him, brushing his back, consoling though he needed it too. Even the sunshine of the group had no energy left as he was forcing himself not to break down. Jung Beom Seok's face was completely blank, not showing his members his vulnerable side. Kim Jae Hwa, the eldest, was watching their maknae, Lim Min Jun, carefully, eloquent that his favorite hyung is inside, fighting against death. Also that their maknae is a very delicate person and considers his

The rest of us had never had any complaints about Mingyu being our leader whatsoever. Our eldest member, YoonJae, was one of our main vocalists. His given name was Yoon Jaehyeon but he found YoonJae way cooler for a stage name and went with that. He was 20 years old at the time of debut and had always been one of the most certain members of S.T.A.Y pre-debut. While I myself almost got cut twice, Jaehyeon had always held fast to his position. With how careful he was about fan-service and how good a producer he was, it really was no surprise. He was also a small-time model and had already played minor roles in two very popular movies. He was, for obvious reasons, the highest net-worth member o