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I just nodded and looked at him again. He was very muscular, more than on the pictures and more handsome too. The sharp jawline was especially visible in the dim lights of the bar place. -You are very beautiful. He said suddenly looking at the glass. -No wonder Hyunjin ... He stopped himself. I froze for a moment. I didn't know what to answer him. -Luna? He said looking still at the glass of whiskey. -Yes? I answered finishing the drink. -It's all new for him. This situation in general. -I understand. It's new for me too. P.S. English isn't my first language. This is my first book. All I write is mine and I kindly ask not to copy any of it. There will be a background story of the girls. I am still writing a story, so not sure how it will go. Also, a lot of descriptions will be in the story! Mind it! SMUT included, no warning (sorry).

"If you don't stop gawking at me, I might just faint by the loss of blood" His words struck me from my own moment of checking him out, I try not to react or even lift my lips from the embarrassment I had to accept it "To be honest, I might faint before you after seeing what you hide behind that shirt" ──────────────────── 𝐵𝒶𝑒𝓀 𝐻𝒶𝓃𝒶 I don't know why, but he makes me nervous. One minute he's a customer and the next minute he's a close friend of my brother. The way he stares at me with those intimidating eyes, making me feel small. Knowing my brother and the men he hangs around, I just know that he's dangerous. But I lose my consciousness when his eyes are on me 𝒦𝒾𝓂 𝑀𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓎𝓊 I have never seen such a rare eye colour look so beautiful in that woman with those glasses she gracefully pushes back. I didn't know what I was in store for, to see a woman with such sweet innocence and beauty of a goddess. But I knew for a fact that I can get whatever I want And that will be her Story of Baek Hana and Kim Mingyu A College student, book worm with a bachelor's degree on the line that'll make her dreams come true, encounter's A Mafia Boss, second in command determined to become first commander Who's felt nothing but feel the need success, he then hopes for a purpose in his life •SINISTER SERIES BOOK 1/3•

Two childhood friends, the heirs to their family's business empire. Hyunjin, a masterful hacker , and Minho, a shrewd business strategist, are inseparable partners in both business and life. As they navigate the complexities of their family's company, a dangerous undercurrent begins to emerge in their relationship. Hyunjin, with his keen intellect and relentless curiosity, finds himself drawn to Minho in ways he cannot explain. His fascination soon turns into obsession, fueling a dangerous game of stalking and desire. Unknown to Hyunjin, Minho is not oblivious to his friend's growing fixation. Behind his charming smile and effortless grace lies a secret longing for Hyunjin that he has kept hidden . Instead of confronting Hyunjin, Minho chooses to play along, using his own allure to keep the hacker ensnared in his web. As their friendship descends into a dangerous dance of lust, both Hyunjin and Minho find themselves caught in a tangled web of desire and deceit. Each move they make brings them closer to the edge, blurring the lines between friendship and something more sinister. Will their love survive the dangerous game they have unwittingly begun, or will it ultimately consume them both? ------------------‐--------------------------------------------------- With a devilish grin, he pushed me onto his bed, his gaze burning with desire as he began to undo his shirt. My heart unable to tear my eyes away from his bare chest. "Wasn't this what you wanted, honey?" he murmured, his voice husky with anticipation.He moved closer, his knees spreading my legs apart . His touch sent shivers down my spine as he rubbed my bulge against his thighs. I couldn't help but moan in response, my desire for him overwhelming any sense of restraint. "Yes," I managed to gasp out, my voice barely a whisper. His lips trailed down my neck, sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body. "Beg for it," he whispered, his breath hot against my ear. "Let me know how much you want me.

He leaned in to my ear as he whispered, "Hey, why are your cheeks so red?" Embarrassment took over me when the sexiness of his voice spreading into my ears. The next thing I knew, I ended up slapping him in the face, the real hard one. His eyes widened by the sudden pain and he touched his cheek. "You stupid, now you're the one with red cheeks." I said without hesitating then ran to my room. In a swift motion, I locked the door making sure he wouldn't able to open it. Great, I'm now a dead meat.

"Did you know that you were my first love?" Jeongin confesses out of the blue and the way Chan blinks at him, astonished, before he bursts out laughing doesn't even give Jeongin the opportunity to be embarrassed about it. He joins the older in laughing. "What?" Chan splutters through his giggles. "Yeah!" Jeongin says, as if offended that Chan was doubting him. "I mean, you were the older boy that took care of everyone in the cabin, and we were pretty close, so of course I had a crush on you." "I'm only two years older than you." Chan's laughter starts to die down but there's still so much humour in his face when he looks at the younger. Jeongin snorts. "So? You're still older than me." "What about now?" Chan asks; there's a small spark in his eyes, a slight sheen that's akin to hope as he looks at Jeongin. "You still have a crush on me?" Jeongin narrows his eyes at Chan, then jabs a finger onto the older's shoulder to push him. "Don't get cheeky with me." "That's not an answer." Chan grins at him teasingly and Jeongin huffs. He didn't think Chan would make a big deal out of it. For God's sake, Jeongin was eleven when he decided that he had a crush on thirteen-year old Bang Chan. A lot has changed since then. "I'm not giving you an answer." Jeongin sticks his tongue out at Chan, reminding the older of the hyper-active but timid kid he shared a cabin with during summer camp. Chan reaches over and pinches his cheek, much like how he would when Jeongin was being particularly adorable. Maybe not everything has changed. -------------------- When Jeongin's parents decide that he should spend high school in Seoul, the last thing he expects is to meet his old summer camp crush, Bang Chan, in his new high school. Summer camp is a lot different from high school but that doesn't stop them from rekindling their childhood friendship after years of no contact with each other. Some things have changed now that they're all grown up, but first loves never die.

"I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to startle you." The honey-like voice apologizes quickly, putting his camera down instantaneously. "Umm it's- it's fine." Chan's breath leaves his entire body, and he feels the cherry blossoms fall a little harder when he makes eye contact with the most beautiful man he has ever encountered. "I hope it's okay that I keep the picture. I've just been following that butterfly for a while, and I don't want to lose this sequential moment." He smiles. Good god his smile is killer. "Ca- can I see it?" Or Bang Chan is at brunch with his soulmate, and he's remembering what led them here.

Walking right up into his personal space, I put my hand on his knees, separating them slightly so I could step between his legs. His breathing increased but he tried not to flinch, jaw clenching then mouth dropping open and staring when I was just inches from him. Taking his hand I placed it on my waist. "And what would you do now?" I asked quietly, reaching out to play with his hair. He closed his eyes, visible gulp sliding down his neck and then said, "make it clear I like you with my touch." Nodding, I continued. "And how would you do that?" He took his other hand and placed it on the other side of my waist. "Can I move them?" he asked. "You can do whatever you want," I replied, tilting my head slightly to the side and lowering my eyelashes at him. ** Now that Jeon Jungkook is 21, the members pay for him to get an education in the way a woman's body works. Enter Ava and a different kind of education for the slightly shy and awkward young singer. One he learns from very quickly. This short story is explicit, completed now and I hope you enjoy the read as much as I enjoyed writing it for you!

Wooyoung's P.O.V. I laughed loudly at the joke Yeosang and Mingi made right before we split up and I walked into math class, but I instantly stopped as I felt him glaring at me. I turned in his direction, and saw him motioning me to come here with his finger. "So not only were you 30 minutes late to my class, but you came in laughing which disrupted everyone's study time." He pointed out. Getting up he stood beside me, put his hands in both of his pockets and whispered, "You know this means you'll be spending another hour with me afterschool tomorrow AGAIN right?" As my mind went crazy with scenarios, I bit my lip at the possibility of one of them happening. However, I remembered that Mr. Choi was in front of me, and that immediately cause heat to rise in my cheeks. I nodded in response, and lowered my head in embarrassment. "Good." He lifted my chin up, and smirked. (18+ WARNING) *Post every other day or every other week- 2 weeks max!!*

⟨A Jaeyong fanfiction⟩ "I've seen you in my dreams." Taeyong recalled, pushing a strand of his blonde hair behind his ear. "Uh...I'm flattered?" Jaehyun responded, not knowing who the hell this gorgeous boy was standing right in front of him. Cover by @lovelymonic [Started: January 3rd, 2022] [Ended: July 31st , 2022 ] //DISCLAIMER// -This is completely FANFICTION and is written just for fun! -Plagiarism will NOT be tolerated! This is MY original work! -I do NOT own the rights any characters in this story! (Nor do I own any of their photos, videos, etc.)

Kim Taehyung was the first to touch me after it happened. I don't even know how I got here, honestly. The furthest back my memory goes is to about two years ago when I first arrived to Sheremont Academy. They say I was found in the front lot, outside the gates, and that I'm different from everyone else. I already knew that, just because of the way I look. The color of my hair, white as fresh snow and not a shade darker. Alabaster hair and obsidian eyes- so dark that I don't know where my iris ends and my pupil begins... Have you ever met anyone like that? I have never met anyone like him. He almost always has his ash brown hair parted down the middle, a sweatband pushed under his bangs in the front to show more of his beautiful face. The first time I met him, he stood frozen as he stared at me, the keys to my safety literally dangling from his fingers. WARNING: Contains foul language/sexual references. MATURE sexual content may be found in later chapters and is only suitable for those able to handle it. All Rights Reserved- do not copy or re-upload to a site other than ��������. Criminal penalties will fall to those who violate copyrights.