Kim Taeyoung Novels & Stories

MINYOUNG-JAE: got off work a couple minutes ago MINYOUNG-JAE: hbu JAEMINMIN: Oh nice! I'm still at work :( MINYOUNG-JAE: i see JAEMINMIN: Are you part timing? Or do you work full time? MINYOUNG-JAE: part time MINYOUNG-JAE: wait where r u from JAEMINMIN: I'm from Seoul itself. What about you? MINYOUNG-JAE: same JAEMINMIN: Great!

Su Yeon went towards them, “Dr. Bai! Good morning! Are you also here for celebration?” Dr. Bai smiled, “Very Good morning my child! Of course. I came here with my family. He is my elder son.” Su Yeon widened her eyes, “What?... Ohh I-I am sorry,” and bite her tongue. The young man laughed and said, “I am used to it, don’t worry. Hello, I am Lee Kang Min,” and bowed. Su Yeon bowed back, “Hello Mr. Lee, I am Yoon Su Yeon—” she stopped and looked at him carefully, “Wait, Lee Kang Min… Mr. Lee aren’t you the winner of ‘Best Young Entrepreneur’?”

Kimberly placed the documents at the front of Damien and Steven who has been giving her an evil smile and lewd look. 'Can you just stop looking at me?!' She wanted to shout at him but kept it to her self. "Such a beautiful and hardworking Secretary you got." Steven said. "Is this contract about my secretary or business?" Damien snapped. "Sorry. Back to business, I was thinking the goods coming from Korean.........." "I want 70 percent of it." Damien cut him off. He glanced at Kimberly who has been looking at Steven with disgust.

Dean: “This is Kai’s symbol.” I said, looking at the drawing on the wall. It was his symbol. A phoenix. He often said that he believed that he was one. The more he died, emotionally, I mean, he became stronger. It was the main reason why he had it as his first tattoo when we were younger, claiming it as his symbol. The fucked up bastard drew it with Theodore’s blood. “Wasn’t Kai dead?” Lyov asked, frowning in confusion. “The man was shot by you.”

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She will be exiled! She look at Prince Haii, waiting for him to oppose but she only to see him shaking his head, giving her the signal to don't engage in any issues. "The new leader of the Imperial guards will be Kim Taehyung, or he will be called as Commander V, his father was once a great General in THE kingdom of Silla, I personally saw his fighting skills and I am impressed. The new general now who will lead the 40,000 troops and will be the trainer of new soldiers is General Han Yin."

Kim added that make Annie and Hajoon back for being more nervous. "Hahaha! he likes to make some jokes now!! Hahaha!" "Mr. Kim!" Hajoon sim0ply whispered to him. "Hmmh... TAEYONG?, He is a famous singer here in Korea, right? Well, they have some a bit of resemblance and..." "Mom!" Annie shouted. They were all shocked and looked at Annie.

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.

Wait a minute, is that Lee Taeyong? Once they stopped in front of us, I got a good view and my jaw dropped down to my feet. A group of seven boys. BTS. Kim Taehyung, Park Jimin, Kim Namjoon, Min Yoongi, Kim Seokjin, Jeon Jungkook and Jung Hoseok. There were other idols I didn't know but I could at least recognize them. I stared around with a stupid smile. It's like having your very own mega multifan sign event. Is that even a thing? I don't know.

“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.