Kyungmin I Land Novels & Stories

Taehyung bucked his hips forward finally kissing back and allowing his tongue to dance with Jungkook's in a dominant kiss. Jimin swore as he rushed back into the office to find his keys. How is it that he keeps misplacing them?. He went searching all over his desk. That was the last place he remembered seeing them. He searched around the other guys desks and wished he hadn't. Gosh, if he thought they were weird now he knew they were weirder. Jimin dropped a vibrator from Yoongi's desk into his pocket and checked the coffee room. He saw a used condom behind one of the printers along with his keys. He smiled, might have fallen when he came in for his coffee break.

He sighs, wondering if things can ever get back to normalcy. The doorbell is ringing. “Who can it be?” Mumbling to himself, Jung Kwang Soo walks to the door and opens it. Eun Min Ah is standing there, dressed in a black dress and high boots. There is a thick layer of makeup on her face, hiding what makes her beauty stand out. He realizes that she didn’t bring Chang Min. “Why are you here?”

replied Cheong Min Ji with hope in her eyes. “You don’t even know his name. That’s strange!” said Kim Lily in disbelief after knowing how fast Cheong Min Ji is when it comes to a hot guy in town. “Yeah, he is playing hard to get. Maybe he is worth the wait. Or maybe just maybe he will take admission in our college” Said Cheong Min Jin and all boys along with Park Eun Ji started making faces in disgust. “Oh, day dreamer come back to reality” said Park Eun ji with a disgusted face.

“Super hot, Korea’s number one bad boy, Seo Min-a, is now a talented artist. Then Kwan Seung-ho, the mysterious infamous artist who has always avoided the lens finally gives in to some light he deserves. “And it gets even better from here. Mr. Kwan decides to also tutor the notorious model, Min-a! Korean entertainment news will implode at these pictures. It would make the red carpet pictures look like a fucking teaser. They wouldn't even hold a candle to this shoot,” Myung-Dae finished, breathing heavily as if he'd just run a relay. “No...” Min-a muttered, not realizing he’d said it out loud. Only then did he notice the room had fallen silent, the only sound was Myung-Dae's heavy breathing a

"And you?" "I'm just eating." The handsome one shrugged, spooning some tteokboki into his mouth. "I'm Changmin," Babyface said then gestured to the handsome one. "That's Junho; he's on his man period today. Don't put much mind to him." I don't want to put mind to any of you. "Okay." Yihai said and went back to his phone, sighing at the two page long speech sent by Jian. "You're from China? My uncle lives there." Changmin informed and Yihai nodded absentmindedly, sending a snoozing sticker to Jian.

Namgyu called. "Uh, y– yes hyung. Was close to dozing off!" Jeonkuk trued to sound as normal as possible while Chimin had began to give his shaft kitty licks. "Oh, sorry. I'm off to the Cherry bomb. I have an important meeting and will be back late. Goodnight!" "Okay! Goodnight, hyung!" They heard Namgyu's footsteps distance themselves. Jeonkuk looked at Chimin who smirked. "Now where were we?"

"And welcome back." "Thank you. And nice hair, K-Soul." Kim Jaemin, a main vocalist, stage name 'Tyson', winked. "You look Military ready." "Ah, don't do that to me." Hanseol moaned. "Jeongwoo-ya, you too." Jaemin Sunbae turned to me. "I could spot you from all the way down the hall." "A-Ah." I placed a hand on my head. "It's really bright."

Is that possible, or is the aura just so strong I can see it? Kwan pushes forward; I can’t stop her. “Mate.” That is all that comes out of my mouth. It’s a whisper, but I know he hears it because he looks down at me with a smirk. His sky-blue eyes are sparkling, his eyelashes wet from the rain. There is a flash of lightning, and my heart skips. “No!” Gim Minji screams. She tries to lung at me, but Yong-rae grabs her.

Tiffany asked, confused. “It means, beautiful girl in korea.” “Oh! You are from Korea?” “ Yes, I am. Mum's from Canada and Dad's from korea.” They were at the entrance of the eatery. They walked inside and went to a table that was situated close to the window. A waiter approached them. “Good day, Sir and ma. Welcome to Urban delight. What would you love to have?” A young lady in a well ironed crispy shirt said. “I would love seafood and milkshakes. What would you have, yayang–i?” Jimin asked, turning to Tiffany.

“What a coincidence. I’m from Busan! And your name—Lisa! Like BLACKPINK’s Lisa. She’s my favorite.” “I love her too!” Lisa said, immediately clicking with her. “I’m Han Minseo, the owner here,” she added, offering her hand warmly. Lisa took it, grinning. Ivan casually slipped away from their bubble, muttering something under his breath. “So greedy.” Minseo led Lisa into a VIP suite where a long table had already been set—ramyeon, kimchi, grilled short ribs, spicy rice cakes, and more. Korean dishes, real ones. Lisa’s eyes nearly popped. “Is this for me?”