Taekook Comic Novels & Stories

Taehyung moaned and Jungkook found himself getting a little hard. Yeah, Jungkook knew Taehyung was pleasuring himself. He'd seen it so many times and it was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. For an instant Jungkook wondered how many times Taehyung would moan with his dick filling him up? Fuck! Jungkook realized he was compromised. He felt a moan from the stall next to Taehyung's regular 3rd stall on the right and straightened himself up before walking out.

“What’s with the different colored belts? She stopped stretching her muscles and adjusting her taekwondo uniform as she prepared for her upcoming fight. "Alright, let me break it down for you," she said, her voice filled with enthusiasm. "In taekwondo, we have a structured system of ranks that represent a practitioner's skill level and experience. It's called the belt system. And it is worn with this uniform called a dobok. It’s what we call a taekwondo uniform.” She gestured towards her own black belt, adorned with various colored stripes. "This black belt signifies that I have reached a high level of proficiency in taekwondo. But before achieving this rank, I went through several stages."

Also, the names of the characters are randomly selected and is entirely out of the blues. Welcome to Dynamic Diary of Tee. Enjoy the bumpy ride ahead!

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

Chen Pavilion was a place within the Wengcheng sect where disciples were provided with various martial cultivation techniques and martial skills. Every day, many disciples would go to the Xing Chen Pavilion to practice. That day was no exception and the Pavilion was filled with disciples. Suddenly, "Jae Lee woo", Jae Lee woo stopped walking when he heard a voice. He looked around him and shortly after noticed a teenager whose face looked quite cold. "You're quite resilient, it seems you haven't died yet". The teenager was Jae Khan. He was the culprit who tried to murder Jae Lee woo last time they had seen each other, Jae Shang's eldest son. Jae Lee woo gave him a quick glance and smile

she addressed herself. Gail snorted. "Moving on, his pack is called Hana, which is Korean for one. Dae-Hyun is a king because he's rich, good looking, gosh it always gets old the third time around, and because he is a brute you do not want to mess with. He's physically and verbally very able to wound you, and out of all three kings, he's most known and more likely to make knuckle to skin contact. If you're thinking he just some chop-slop, think again because the guys has a black belt in judo, taekwondo, and a ten other type of martial arts known to man, or something. To top that, his father, who's Lee Tan of Lee Inc., is partners with Ashwood International so he basically functions as if he

he barked the second part at Kyung Jiho. Kyung Jiho rose to his feet and once more the two faced off. Hae Jae-Woo's eyes followed Kyung Jiho's every movement and when Kyung Jiho moved to toss a punch, Hae Jae Woo ducked then sent three quick jabs into his Kyung Jiho's gut before taking a step back, spinning and then sending a solid kick to Kyung Jiho's chest. He fell back into the grass, but quickly returned to his feet. He launched into a flurry of punches, but Hae Jae-Woo read each movement with ease, and thus dodged or blocked eat strike. Before Kyung Jiho could fully retract his last punch, Hae Jae-Woo grabbed his wrist then elbow and twisted them swiftly, causing Kyung Jiho to lurch for

One of his hands cups my jaw, the other trailing down to rest at the small of my back, pressing my body toward him. Taehyung's kissing me! TAEHYUNG..!! The guy everyone wants....the famous Korean idol! the person I just met yesterday? He pulls back and licks his lips slowly, smirking at my dazed expression. "yeah, Jin's brownies are my fav," he says silkily "-but nothing can taste better than my princess!" "Holy heck!" I jump push in a jumble of words to create a breathy response "What kind of drugs did you put in your coffee this morning?!!!"

~ At The Entrance Of Tae-Ji's School. "Eomma, Appa you are late. I am not gonna talk to you." Tae-Ji cutely looked away while pouting. The couple chuckled a bit and approached. As soon as the two of them were in front of her, Tae-Ji's face lit up with excitement and hugged her mother and father. "How are you doing sweetheart?" Hyun-Tae asked, kissing Tae-Ji's forehead. "Aww, Appa, don't say that Eomma is gonna be jealous." Tae-Ji said hugging her mother tighter, making both her parents laugh. "Who taught you this?" Syanja asked, confused. "Ho-Jim samchon." Tae-Ji answered innocently and Syanja smirked.

, The stall owner asks from inside. " Ham..I want it..Aru..I want Tteokbokki.", Dae says munching on his kimbap whilst tugging on the older's shirt sleeves. Aroon motions the man to bring the said dish and the man serves the dish into a plate and brings it to the boys. Dae hurriedly takes it from the plate and taste it. " wow ! It's delicious.", he says smiling and the man smiles proudly as he could understand the boy just complimented him.