My Time Jungkook Novels & Stories

When I was sick, he would carry me to the healing center and kiss my forehead over and over. He had said, "Anria, if it meant you'd get better, I'd trade my life with the Moon Goddess herself." Then, one stormy night, I climbed into his bed like usual, whining to be held. I told him I wanted to stay with him forever. He had smiled and asked, "What if I have a Luna in the future?" I had pouted and begged him not to find a Luna, telling him I was enough for him. Holden laughed and nuzzled my nose, agreeing.

I laughed and went to the kitchen. I started preparing the ingredients and Alex also came to me help me. The others soon followed as they watched us cook. "What did you do a photoshoot for?" Timothy asked. "I was scouted by a modelling agency the day before the first day of your concert" I told them "Really? That's great then" Kyle said. "But don't you already have a job at that other big company?" Jungkook asked. "The agency agreed to work around my schedule. Also, it's not yet a sure decision if I'll sign a contract with them. They gave me 3 months to prove myself" I explained. They nodded.

Jungkook gave me a cute bunny smile. "Remember, you're not alone in this fight. We're here for you, every step of the way." Jimin nodded his head smiling brightly at me. I wiped away my tears, my heart overflowing with gratitude for the kindness and encouragement of the BTS members. In that moment, I felt a renewed sense of strength and determination, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead with courage and resilience. "Thank you for all of your kind words. And I have bought something to give you all." I took the package from Alex's hand and handed it to them. They were all like kids as they immediately opened the wrap to see a beautiful portrait of them during their debut period.

I came back to our table and waited for her to blow all the cakes in front of her. ~*~ After the program, everyone has started eating as it’s now late. Time check, it’s now 9:40 in the evening. The dinner time is late but it’s okay. We are now in the queue to get food. I am not planning to eat a lot because I might vomit later when we are swimming. I am in front of Gio who is dancing to one of the legendary songs of Super Junior which is Sorry, sorry. “I used to stan Super Junior before but my attention caught by EXO,” I told him while he’s still dancing of its choreography.

Remember, I brought you out of the mountains and to your current position, and I can make you go back to where you came from to continue being a farm laborer! When Michael saw that Damon looked obstinate and refused to give in, he frowned and forced out the words. "You might not be worried, but if your 70-year-old mother found out that you were fired for killing over a dozen people with your obstinacy, what would she think?" Damon's hands froze in the water. I didn't want to die like that, so I tried my best to cry for help. However, as soon as I opened my mouth, seawater flooded my throat, and I was unable to make a sound.

In the second year after the war, I wrote my sister’s name on the military marriage permit my fiancé gave me. In my first life, I gave up my place at Westbridge University and married Daniel Whitmore after he returned from Europe. He spent our wedding night beside Clara’s sickbed. When the Army transferred him to Washington, he gave her the only Pullman berth and dependent travel pass. Even our son grew up believing Clara suited him better than I ever had. At fifty-three, I lay in a hospital while Daniel and our adult son asked me to sign divorce papers. They wanted me to free him for the woman he had loved too late. When I opened my eyes again, Daniel’s signed permit was in front of me, wit

“Hmm? Kianna? What is this? Do you want to go somewhere?” “Yup, I do. So… let’s go?” “To where?” “Somewhere…” I just smiled in return as I giggled. . . . “So… how do I look like?” Twirling around, I present myself to this man in front of me. He is wearing that dark brown jacket and cream top. It surely feels weird since… is it the feeling of déjà vu or what? I am not really sure. Now that I think about it, I feel embarrassed.

I asked, feeling my irritation grow. "Trust me, you don't wanna know," he said, sending a chill down my spine. Grayson excused himself, heading off to bed. "Night," he nodded at me and made his exit. After a moment of awkward silence, Jungkook spoke up, lost in deep thought. The bags under his eyes were quite pronounced. When was the last time this guy slept? "Alright, let's go," Jungkook suddenly said, pulling me up. "Go where?" I asked, puzzled.

An invisible force clenched my heart in a merciless grip. Beads of sweat rolled down my forehead like raindrops. Every tick of the clock hammered against my chest, each second a tormenting reminder of the passing time. I picked up the paper card with trembling hands, my lips quivering as I forced myself to speak. "There's still time," I said, my voice shaky but desperate. "We're withdrawing money from different banks. The amount you're asking for is too much—it takes time to gather it all."

“I’m sorry for snapping at you the other day. I was stressed with the announcement and the paparazzi everywhere. It was still not an excuse to take it out on you seeing that you are equally going through all these too. Honestly, I still don’t know why I transferred my aggression at you.” “Clara, it's fine, I understand. Have a seat.” Aiden found himself smiling. “This chocolate is my favorite, how did you know?” “Let’s just say your sisters were happy to share the information. I was just thinking I don't know a thing about you. I mean we're getting married in a few weeks from now. So I was thinking we could get to know ourselves and all.” She settled into the chair across him. “It's not a ba