Taeyeon All About You Novels & Stories

Jiyeon believed that she couldn’t be blamed, not when Taeyang had the ability to make her feel akin to a nervous mess. She really felt contradictory right now. As much as she enjoyed Taeyang’s eyes on her, she wanted him to focus somewhere else for it was extremely distracting. “Whoa! How can you not have an Enstagram account with that face of yours? Do you need me to help you make one?” Aera offered. Jiyeon rolled her eyes.

Aarya ended the call and threw her phone hard on the floor, causing many parts of it to scatter. Mohini glared at Aarya. "What's wrong with you? First, you start disturbing me while I'm watching GongYoo Oppa, and now you’re messing with other boys?" (A/N: GongYoo is a South Korean actor. New-era kids know him for the movie 'Train to Busan,' but I know him from the decades-old K-drama 'Coffee Prince.') Mohini tried to push him away, but his hand was still on one of her breasts. With all her might, she pushed Aarya, who was suddenly in a gloomy mood.

Enough to cover this month's medical bills for my mother without having to do the math three different ways and still come up short. Talia was already in the chair in front of the mirror, chin up, one leg crossed over the other, one lash on, one already off, looking like she had just stepped out of a music video instead of a shift. Her contour was still sitting perfect. Four hours in and still sitting perfect, which was honestly offensive. "I killed it up there tonight," she said, mostly to her own reflection. "Pretty sure he was watching me the whole time. I could just feel it."

The sudden inquiry from AhYoon directed all the currently boiling attentions to her. “Why are you both on the ground? Kyung?..Sunny?...Anyway~…looked here~…I got the numbers here on my phone~..do you want to see it?..Viewers~..look what I got~..I even got his name and have nim follow me on the Gram and my KABJ account~…wanna see them?~”. (BJ AhYoon)

“Thanks, I think.” “You’re gorgeous and you know it. He chased you across the country. That says a lot.” I ran a hand over my short hair. I had washed it that morning, but that was it. I didn’t style it or add products. I didn’t put on my makeup and I didn’t even think twice about what I put on. I was not one of the kind of women that snared a man like Damion. I had been fooling myself. “I can’t do it,” I breathed, panic welling inside me.

Mr. Simple's song belongs to Super Junior rang loudly on my phone, forcing my eyes to open. With heavy, I opened my dry eyes because last night I cried. I cried thinking about how to tell the truth about what happened between me and Arga to my parents. Daniel Wu's name was printed on the cellphone screen. She is my cousin who lives in Germany. "What is wrong?" Daniel Wu asked me. "Are you busy?" I asked. "As usual, neither too busy nor too relaxed. What's the matter?"

I'll give my all to you, Because All of me loves All of you..! All of me loves All of you♥️

"It would be a pleasure to meet you, Dr. Jihye, if it wasn't on these circumstances, with what happened to my grandparents and to my uncle. But I'm still glad that now we know each other. Anyways, I'm Woo Taeyang-Hae." She was dumbfounded by the kid in front of her and bugged trying to remember why did he look so familiar, but she manages to smile at him, then she looked at Mira, still confused. "This little one gives me genius vibes, he's amazing and also handsome. I didn't know you had a child, and an older one, like him. Did you raised him alone?" Tae-Tae and Mira shared a look and then she nodded negatively. "Not alone, Hana also helped me to raise him."

Zara's POV One week later.. Today is my engagement day with Bryan. It's not me who wants it but my dad who wants Bryan to hold an engagement ceremony. He said so he could see his only daughter happy. I was in a room with a makeup artist called Bryan. "Anything else to add, Miss?" asked the makeup artist, looking at me in the mirror. From the look on her face, I could tell that he was very satisfied with her work. "No thanks. This is more than enough." I answered with a smile.

Better than names people pronounced wrongly. "And FYI (For Your Information), Madonna doesn't have any girls. Well, she does actually, adopted so... none as the same color of hair. Besides, who's to judge by that when there's genetics, you know? She may have kids with a black haired man or something." He fist-bumped the air. "I said it! I could tell you were a fan with your firmness and all." "Oh, really?" "Yeah," he said and his eyes were on my body, looking me up and down and if only looks could act, he was going to be one of those Telemundo stars making me feel the passion.