Namgyu X Minsu Novels & Stories

I translated. "Oh, tell him I'm glad to meet him too" Jimin smiled. "You said he's famous. Can you show me his photo?" Ryan pointed towards my phone. "Mm," I searched for a photo of Jimin and got one of his Billboard 2018 looks. "Holy moly!!! He's damn handsome" he exclaimed and snatched the phone from my hand to examine it closer. I rolled my eyes at him as he gay panicked. "He says you're ugly," I said to an eager-faced Jimin.

“Hana, don’t you feel your exhaustion leaving your body?” “My mind is still exhausted.” Ahn Hana opens her eyes. Ok Min Ji’s family is living in another country. The neighbours inform her that Ok Min Ji and her sister host parties in that house sometimes. They didn’t say where Ok Min Ji lives or which university she attends. She needs to catch Ok Min Ji. How? Ok Minji is Noh Kyung-Hee’s age. She should be around twenty-one. “What are you thinking about?” Do Sejin lies down beside her on the bed. She has been absent minded since she came back to the house. Even during the dinner, she didn’t make any comments. “Did you hate that I sent the lunchbox?”

Minseok smirked, his eyes twinkling as he spoke. "Let's get going, Soo Min; you know what comes next!" I said firmly, turning away from them. "Ah, yes." Soo Min nodded. "Are we all prepared?" "Yes," Na Ri chimed in. "Okay then, let's do this!" Soo Min exclaimed brightly. She rubbed her palms together and drew a circle in the air with her fingers. "Gangnam Station, here we come!" She said, making a mental picture of the station so that she could teleport us there.

For 18+ readers. (MATURE CONTENT) #1st in darklove #4th in darkromance #1st in pure "Good girl." He praised her and continued to massage her dainty feet with gentle hands. "Will you pull such naughty pranks on your loving husband again?" She shook her head, eyes fluttering down in shyness. She won't dare because she hates it whenever he ignores her and gives her a silent treatment. "I won't, husband." "Good, now it's time for another punishment." ???! "W-What punishment, husband?" He didn't say anything and just pulled her down before pinning her on the desk, half of her body leaned on the flat surface and her bottom perked out, looking inevitable to his eyes.

Now Yang Shizu tried to remember as to what would have he done to make Ming Er block his way. Ming had brown hairs with a light complexion his mesmerizing black eyes can put you in awe. He is wearing the fade off blue shirt with white jeans on it. If talk about his built he has an average built but that too gave him a good personality. He is a senior of Yang Shizu from the faculty of Communication of Arts.

Mingchan then stopped as his instinct was telling him to just go to the Namsan Tower. Mingchan went to the Namsan Tower itself and climb up there fastly.“Mukgu Kim? Mukgu Kim! Where are you?” Mingchan was screaming and calling for her name non stop. He was doing that on purpose. Mukgu was able to hear him. She was sitting on the bench but she stood up the moment she heard his voice. ‘Mingchan is here!’ She thought and felt excited that finally she would be able to watch the first snow with him or to be with him during the first snow.

The years passed and Minji was not able to get pregnant again after many efforts. One day, a gang member brought a 6-year-old girl to Namjae. He told him that the little girl had lost her parents and that her sister was not mature enough to look after her. He informed him of his agreement with the little girl's sister. Namjae watched the little girl who was afraid to death. Her large, innocent eyes melted his heart and he scolded his member for reaching an agreement with her sister.

But Hansung himself? "Min Junho , believe me it's not me." "I've met a woman named Lee Umji, and you guys have very similar faces. But this is clearly Hansung, right?" Min Junho said showing the photo. I'm speechless. I don't know where began to explain about this photo, but I am must to try, alright? ***

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.

A pass that promised ten private minutes with the man who had single-handedly kept my fragile heart beating through every heartbreak, every lonely night, every time I felt invisible in a world that never seemed to notice me. Kang Min-jae. The main vocalist. The ultimate visual. The god-like figure whose velvet voice had wrapped around my soul like a warm blanket on the coldest nights. In my mind, he was perfection incarnate — gentle yet powerful, talented beyond measure, distant like a shining star I could admire but never, ever touch. His performances had pulled me from the brink more times than I could count. His lyrics had spoken to the deepest parts of me when no one else could. He was m