Taehyung Hair Novels & Stories

she giggled even though her head was still bursting. Hearing that Tae-Hoon pulled his hand away from her shoulder in a shock. “What are you saying... I am Tae-Hoon.” she suddenly grabbed a fistful of her hair, closer to the scalp into her left fist. “Ughhh, it hurts.” she groaned.

The table stretched impossibly long, covered in white linen, immaculate—set as if for royalty or a wake. Six seats were filled. They all turned to look as I entered, each stare a verdict. At the head, Taehyung sat perfectly straight, his profile sharp and elegant in the morning light. His dark hair was combed with ruthless precision, jaw clean-shaven, black silk shirt half-unbuttoned in a way that seemed both careless and calculated. The Alpha, and he wore it like a crown. His hand curled loosely around a steaming mug of coffee, fingers drumming, ever so faintly, on the wood. Every detail about him was deliberate. Even today—even after—he looked as if he’d stepped right from a dynasty painti

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

Jungkook's breath hitched. It was Taeho was walking in slow motion. The older male was glowing in the sun, dripping wet while he struggled to get his wet hair out of the way. He pushed his strands back and Jeonkuk had never seen anyone this gorgeous. Of course, Jungkook's eyes dropped to Taeho's toned body. His shoulders were bigger than Jungkook's, his biceps were firm, his tummy was toned and sexy, his thighs were firm and so were his perfect legs.

FUN FACT ABOUT: SEUNGMIN’s PAST Trunks’ father has a little brother: Taehyung. While Seungmin was quiet, disciplined and sharp-minded💙, Taehyung was playful, talkative, emotional and everyone’s favorite💛. When they were toddlers, grandma Yuna used to put chili powder on their fingers so they won’t suck their thumbs.😆

While in hiding Taekwang had prepared them new identity documents: IDs, passeport, travel visa and everything thing else they needed to get out of the country. She had on a blonde wig with deep oceans waves flowing right down to her waist. A white pair of loose jeans, a pink tank top, red lipstick and dark shades over a pair of deep brown vintage boots. The woman behind the machine stared at them both cautiously. The man wore a white tshirt inside a denim jacket and denim trousers. He had his own shades over his head holding back his messy blonde hair. Taekwang was a well built asian man. He was about twenty six years of age with a tall frame, broad shoulders and big brown eyes. His entire f

Taehyung shrugged, almost dismissing the blond haired optimist and walking away when a brilliant idea occurred to him “Jimin, would you mind handing these files over to Taehyung for me? I just remembered there’s a case I need to finish up with today”, Taehyung lied in between his teeth. Frankly, he was surprised Jimin didn’t catch on. Maybe he was that good of a liar. Taehyung practically pushed the files onto Jimin’s chest and bolted for his cubicle feeling a heavy weight lifted from his shoulders. Jimin smiled at the stack of papers in his hands and smiled, they’re perfect excuse to get him into Jungkook’s office without arousing any suspicions.

He didn't answer anymore, he combed it and bonded it on the top of my head and cut it. He was still grimacing when he cut it, it's obvious that he regrets my hair but I don't care. This is my hair anyway not hers. He cut the rest of my long hair that wasn't tied up until it completely became mohok. "It took him a while to wake up." "I never imagined her with this hairstyle, but it suits her perfectly." "That's right. It looks like Miley Cyrus is the only peg." "Why is he also broken-hearted?" "What do you think? Could it be that he is just tripping that's why he's acting like this? What is he just addicted to?"

My eyes opened wide, I recognized that it was Xiao Hyun Ki, the Prince of Hell. Hyun Ki raised an eyebrow his. "Why are you so surprised?" "Your hair... What happened to your hair color." Of all the surprising facts, I was more surprised by the color of his hair. Oh good, I'm a girl who adores handsome men. "Don't be weird like that." "Hey, asshole. You know what, your hair color looks different, and it's... Very, very beautiful." I said spontaneously. I wanted to touch the hair that dangled in front of his muscular chest, but he immediately took a step back. Because of that, it disappointed me. He still looks at me and occasionally looks ahead. It was as if he was trying to look the

Her hair is put up in a ponytail too. I dressed Haley up in a white cold shoulder lace insert top, blue frill trim flare leg jeans and white sneakers then put her hair up in a ponytail too. I, on the other hand wore a khaki square neck puff sleeve baby doll dress, and white flat sandals. I also curled my hair into beach waves Taehyung matched with me. He wore a khaki button detail round neck tee with the buttons unbuttoned, white denim shorts and white loafers. You might be asking why we look so styled up to the beach and that's because we plan on going to church after.