Taehyung Kim Novels & Stories

‘Thank you’ She said almost inaudibly as she wipes her face. The young man’s name is Kang sehun. A Korean from an aristocratic elite family of teachers. He had at a young age of 23 gotten his degree and teaching license and it was all due to his hard work and not family’s influence,many are still surprised by his achievements and various talents.

Nerd said. "That is Yang Dae-Su." he pointed to the young man who'd flexed; "That is Taeyang Cass, he refuses to go by his real name, so we are forced to call him Cass," he pointed to the boy in the black suit and full of arrogance. "That is Antonio Lucas Jeremiah Lebel. His Korean name is Lebel Jun-Seo but he insists we call him Jeremy." The nerd pointed to the blond drummer who gave a bright smile. "That is Rhee Min-Jun," the boy in complete white gave a soft nod. "The one presently knocked out would be Kyung Jiho, and I am Duskin Nighting."

"Means a lot coming from you." He patted Tex's shoulder. Jesse had so much high regard for Death Engines Running. These kids were just so exceptional and talented. "Oh, by the way, I'd like you to meet Kristen, my fiancée." He mumbled, slithering his arm around the back of K's waist. "Baby, this is Tex." K and Tex shook hands, smiled and greeted each other. Their blue eyes met, cobalt to velvety dark blue. "Hi Tex, it's so nice to meet you!" K almost shrieked, bubbling with glee. "I only heard your songs tonight, but let me tell you, I'm already your number one fan! No shitting!"

His friends immediately hooted at him for getting rejected. Sighing, I turned away to look at the swimmers. To my avail, they had their eyes fixed on me, even Zachariah. His Adam apple bobbing up and down as he starred at me with those beautiful hooded eyes that had got me captivated. He hastily turned around, showing his chiseled back to me. “Let the tournament of 2022 begin.” The boy---Hades, yelled in the mic, the huge crowd erupted in cheers. The thumping of the music getting louder and louder by each passing minute.

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 owner of the TW Entertainment agency company. They already knew each other when Takeru offered Kim Jae to be his artist before marrying Yoona. At that time, Takeru was visiting South Korea because one of the artists held an Asian Tour. The young man with the stature of a model smiled. He didn't expect to meet Kim Jae at a party like this. "Ah...is this really you, Brother Jae?! I really didn't expect it! After so many years, we finally meet again!" Watanabe Takeru spoke. He hugged Kim Jae with one hand, Kim Jae also responded to the hug.

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"You are acting sus, be natural," Kira whispered. Rachel flashed Kira a bright smile as they neared the giant facility. "Hey, Tate!" "Mrs Jensen." Tate acknowledges with a nod before gazing at Kira. "Hi, Tate." Kira grinned, "I'm the new intern, and she is my supervisor. She is showing me around." Tate grasped the ID in his hand, accessed it, and nodded. "Of course. Sorry for keeping you waiting." He stepped back from the door and let them in.

— Will asks and smiles. — Who is Kim Seok-Jin? — I ask. — He is the love of my life... Too bad he doesn't know it yet! — she answers and dramatically puts her hand on her chest, sighs and smiles. — Who is Kim Seok-Jin? — I ask Will again. — One of the BTS members! — he replies and I let out a laugh, which is rebuked by Lyn. — Look "Indie boy", you are not going to badmouth BTS here in front of me, no!

Si, Artie and Clive come to see mum when they can, Artie more than others because Si is always in Beta training and never gets away that much. Leah was now 19 and had dad's muddy brown hair. Her eyes were a murky grey colour and although her skin is pretty and flawless like mum's, her body and blood weren't compatible with breeder standards. She is a bit bigger than me and she doesn't have the nicest hair. She is pretty by normal standards, but not breeder standards.