Taehyung Eyes の小説・ストーリー

Nora remembered Alexander was always captivated by her legs As she slipped into the dress, she loved how it highlighted her figure, enhancing her confidence. The way it hugged her curves made her feel powerful, and ready to face any situation. The dark hue brought out her eyes and complemented her skin tone perfectly. For her makeup, she decided on a bold yet classic look. She began with a flawless base, carefully blending her foundation to achieve a natural glow. Her eyes received attention next, and she opted for a smoky eye with a touch of shimmer, making her brown eyes pop. She lined her eyes delicately with black eyeliner, enhancing their shape.

"Her eyes did a thing." "Her eyes did the crying thing," he replies. "Without the crying. Which is more controlled and therefore more Margaret and still counts." I look out the window. "What if they think it is too soon?" "Then they think it is too soon," he says. "It changes nothing." "Rhys..."

However, it wasn’t the same as to what I'm seeing now. There was a boy. I can’t recognize his face because of the weird blurry effect of the dream. The only thing I saw clearly were his eyes. His emerald-colored eyes are still engraved in my mind. Even though it’s already been a year since I last dreamt of it, I still can’t forget his eyes. The scenes may be different to what I'm seeing now, but they were both peculiar and still not on earth.

I’ll wait. She stared at the message for a long time. Then she turned her phone off and tried to sleep. Sleep didn’t come easy. When it did, she dreamed of eyes, Ethan’s warm brown ones smiling at her across an airport terminal, and another pair, darker, watching from the shadows. In the dream she walked toward Ethan but kept glancing back, pulled by something she couldn’t name.

“Make sure Wesley and Nina are well ‘taken care of.’ Also, keep the media’s focus on Nina. Dig up all her past scandals and keep the heat on her.” Meanwhile, Tara was still on her flight. She loved sleeping on long trips, whether by car or plane. After admiring the sea of clouds outside the window, she dozed off. A soft yawn escaped her lips as she slowly opened her eyes, still groggy. Something dangled in front of her face, gently swaying. Blinking a few times, her vision focused on the object: her watch. Startled, she snapped to full alertness. Following the hand holding the watch, she locked eyes with a pair of deep, sapphire-blue irises.

For a moment, he sighed and then raised the frames of his drooping glasses to the bridge of his droopy nose. “Please come in, Madam. See! It's a miracle. Your husband is awake and able to speak normally." The doctor stepped out after tapping my shoulder a few times. We look. The doctor's height made me have to look up a little to freely see his face. The wind whistled in my ear. I flinched and turned my gaze to the corner of the room. "Jack!" I cried to myself when I found a man with bare chest and piercing eyes standing like a silhouette in the corner of Kevin's treatment room.

Jung-Hoon smirked, leaned close to her ear, and backed away while whispering something. "Are You Shy My Baby?" Leaving her eyes widened, heart-pounding across her chest, her cheeks heated up. A pink tint showed on her cheeks. Gazing at them sadly Hyun-Tae fist his hand and glances at his brother who was staring at him concernedly. A soft hurtful smile plastered at his lips as he took a glance at his friend who was happy with his love. Hyun-Tae knows that Jung-Hoon loves her more than anything. He saw how hard he tried to find her. His eyes landed on Syanja, she was staring at Jung-Hoon eyes lovingly which she never stared at him.

Yuna remarked with an airy wave of her hand. Emmeline's gaze snapped back to Zavian, silently pleading for his intervention. He met her eyes steadily, clearly seeing the blame and desperation in her expression. Then his eyes flickered to Taehyung's smug features. "There’s no need to turn her momentary distraction into some kind of psychiatric case, is there Mr. Kim?" His voice was clear and unwavering in the face of Taehyung's taunts. Taehyung managed a tight smile through gritted teeth. "Naturally not," he bit out, though his eyes still glittered with menace.

Taehyung's completely drained the energy from out of your body. "Y/n?" This time when he talks, there's no sign of playfulness in them. Pure sincerity laces his tone and you hum in responds; urging him to go on. You feel the space on your side imperceptibly dip as Taehyung scoots himself closer to your half conscious figure, resting a comfortably arm around on your tummy. His eyes lingers over your direction momentarily before looking away. "I guessed you haven't noticed it yet. "He starts off, staring in abyss at the white blank ceiling.