Taehyung 2024 Novels & Stories

She inquired of her daughter "No, I don't. Any problem?”Hailey raised her brow. “"Well, I secured tickets for you, Keith, Sunny, and Lex to the show tonight." She winked at her. "How did you find out about Lex, and what concert is that?" She concentrated her attention on her. "I done my homework on him, Missy, and there's a BTS performance in town tonight." she stated Hailey's favorite boy band was BTS, and she was a huge fan. But how did her mother find out about it? She pondered.

Young-Jae smiled, a lot distracted from his previous thoughts and Minjae chuckled fondly, driving with one hand while the other settled onto Young-Jae's hair again. "He is, he is but you sure haven't seen Taehyung. That man's an eighteenth-century art professor trapped in the body of a frat-boy. He embodies delicacy and beauty while Nam believes in Kalguksu supremacy," she laughed shaking her head. "Anyway, so when he met Tae the very first time he fell out of the chair he was sitting in and bruised his knee. Taehyung, who was trying his best to hold his laughter back, tried to help him up but Tae used to be a lot leaner before. He couldn't pick him up and tripped backward, falling on his bu

Ryan said as he, Alejandro, and Trunks exited the room. Cornelia turned to Suhee the moment the door closed. “So? What’s the other song you mentioned?” Suhee smiled faintly. “Ash by Ateez.” Cornelia’s eyes lit up. “Yes! I love that one—it’s trending right now. Honestly, I thought you’d pick a Stray Kids song.”

It had seem like they were only illusions in his life. And the happiness sprout from the fact I was claimed by such a beautiful man, whose beauty would surpass those of most ladies. I took in the appearance of the room he had given me. It was painted pink with lots of female touch to it. On the wall was hung was hung several paintings and one of them was a drawing of my idol, Kim Taehyung. He had taken that picture when he had won the Melon Music Awards which featured the best OST songs. He belonged to a popular gang called the BTS members also known as the armies.

The five star hotel, a glittering monolith against the night sky, held two secrets tonight. One: the meticulously planned routines of BTS and Blackpink preparing for their colossal performance. Two: the clandestine desire simmering between Kim Taehyung and Jennie Kim, about to ignite in a midnight rendezvous.

Searching for Tae-ha in the morning, Gyeong-shin was completely dazed while reading news articles about MH Entertainment’s jackpot international expansion. She had long known Tae-ha was an extraordinary person, but seeing news that he hailed from a prominent Spanish conglomerate and had even signed Halley's Comet as the official brand model for his company left her thoroughly astonished. 'Was he so impossibly busy because of business?'

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

everyone asked at the same time. “Truth me.” “Who’s your ideal man?” Grace asked. “Taehyung Oppa!” Lor answered in a heartbeat and with an ear-drilling squeal, referring to one of the seven members of the BTS boy band. “I don’t know why but every time I watch him I can feel my uterus throbbing.”

Not yet. Beside me, Taehyung slept—peaceful, unguarded, and almost heartbreakingly human. His dark hair fell across his forehead in disheveled waves, catching the faint golden hues of the morning sun. His lashes cast long shadows over his cheeks, and his lips—those same lips that had snarled curses and whispered venom just hours ago—were slightly parted, as if exhaling secrets he wouldn't share in the waking world. He looked younger like this, stripped of the alpha's armor, the rage that twisted his features into something monstrous. For a fleeting moment, I could almost see the boy from the garden again—the one who'd chased fireflies with me under the moonlit oaks, his laughter echoing like

It was of the very woman she saw with Taeyang yesterday— Jihye. Because of the curiosity inside her, Jiyeon grabbed the phone from Aera and started to go through her social media page. This is when Aera said, “She seems to be popular at Enstagram. That’s a given, seeing how pretty she is.” At that moment, Jiyeon noticed the most recent photo of her. It was of Taeyang and her. The time was of yesterday, and he wore the same outfit as yesterday. It was nighttime. There was a nonchalant expression on his face while a bright smile sat on her features as the selfie was taken.