Taehyung Jas Hitam Novels & Stories

What Butler Bang were saying were true, the reason as to why Kim Hyun Nee seems to be very reluctant to make decision about her lover boy is because she is actually love the boy, well, in all honesty, the boy isn’t really a boy, he is a man, named Park Kyung Tae, an obscure Idol and also an aspiring actor. Park Kyung Tae is actually a very good looking person, although he wasn’t really popular, he still have his own fans and his career is actually quite stable, despite his pays wasn’t high, he’s always have works to support himself. Come from a middle income family with both parent’s still alive and 2 younger sisters.

The match was done. Taehyun was out of arena and knocked out all of that just in 2 seconds. Ahn won the match.

Taehyung Kei He goes by the name 'Keitae' on stage. I don't know how to begin describing him. He's someone I can relate with at times, I feel. I know I've never met him but it seems like he's the one for me. Every fangirl must say that I know, but the feeling is at times too strong to resist. He's extremely handsome, and his deep voice is something the fans die for. He can make friends anywhere anytime. He keeps his hair black most of the times, seems as though he likes it the way it is.

Was she gone forever? A heavy knock thundered through the room. I didn’t jump. I made myself stand there. Let them find me upright, unbowed. The door swung open, banging into the stone with a violence that was almost childish in its promise. He stood there—Taehyung Blackwood. Tall, dark, an unyielding wall of muscle in a crisp charcoal shirt. Shadows seemed to curl around him, even with sunlight behind his back. He didn’t smile, didn’t even bother to mask his contempt.

Yet his eyes burned with a defiant fire, completely unfazed by his predicament. Taehyung entered the room, his polished shoes clicking against the floor. His imposing presence filled the space as his sharp gaze landed on Tristan. He approached slowly. Taehyung’s voice was low, smooth, but laced with menace. "You’ve been busy, haven’t you?" Tristan smirked, his lip curling mockingly. "Busy enough to get your attention. But tell me, Taehyung, how’s that little problem of yours? Still struggling to figure out who tampered with your medicine?"

We were so used to seeing different hair colours on the members of an Idol group that seeing all-black just changed the whole feel about them. They walked like international stars, followed by their team and staff members and everyone at the agency who had come out to meet them. They even had a huge crowd waiting for them outside. They had earned all that though. 04:00 am. "Oh! If it isn't S.T.A.Y!" A strong voice called across the hallway. Z-Jay, or Moon Youngjae- one of 04:00 am's main rappers- removed the glasses and lowered the mask that he was wearing to reveal his as-per-the-usual charming smile. "It's been so long!"

They are the second and third heirs of HongYoonChoi. Tonight , Jeonghan came with a new look. His crimson hair was dyed in black. He has clean cut hairstyle that gave him a campus crush vibe on him. Instead of the image of a Casanova, he looks more decent with his black suit. On the other side, Seungcheol dark blue hair was brushed up. He isn't wearing any piercing and only has a silver watch as his accessory. With indigo suits and white turtle neck underneath, he looks astonishing and manly as ever.

Ruthless Love- Betrayal and redemption ..... (Mafia story) MIAN LEADS Taehyung Kensington ; Age 28 In the shadowed alleys of the city, where whispers of dread weave through the night air like sinister threads, there exists a figure feared even among the most hardened souls. Taehyung Kensington, a name that strikes terror into the hearts of those who dare utter it, is the ruthless orchestrator of a blood-thirsty mafia empire. With piercing eyes that betray no hint of compassion and a demeanor as cold as the steel of the weapons he wields with deadly precision, Taehyung is a man devoid of humanity, his conscience drowned in the murky depths of his own insatiable thirst for power and reve

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.

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.”