Abs Kim Seokjin Novels & Stories

"And welcome back." "Thank you. And nice hair, K-Soul." Kim Jaemin, a main vocalist, stage name 'Tyson', winked. "You look Military ready." "Ah, don't do that to me." Hanseol moaned. "Jeongwoo-ya, you too." Jaemin Sunbae turned to me. "I could spot you from all the way down the hall." "A-Ah." I placed a hand on my head. "It's really bright."

Soon-Ja gets up as well and walks behind him leaving the office. Ms. Seon heaves a deep breath before entering the doctor's office. She's been visiting different hospitals for a checkup. This is the fifth time she feels tired and ready to go home. The man inside is busy doing his work and not hearing her enter the office. She clears her throat making him look up. The moment he locks eyes with her face falls. "You!" She looks at him deeply. "Kang Joon-Ki." Ms. Seon whispers under her breath.

Twenty-seven years old, Son of Tae-Hoon and Hani. Majored in Theatre and Drama, he is currently one of the most famous actors in the South-Korea, and obviously works under Shim Entertainment and gives his elder sister a lot of trouble and unnecessary scandals to handle. Being the son of the flirt King, it was given that he will feed the scandals to the media and paparazzi. But he is secretly scared of Tae-Ha, she sometimes knows how to keep him in her palm. The fourth one, Shim Tae-Soo. Twenty-five years old, Son of Tae-Hoon and Hani.

Looking at Hyeon-sin and Hyo-jin, Kim Min-cheol wore a bright smile. “Nice to meet you, pretty young ladies.” “Hello, Director.” Hyo-jin subtly gave a signal to Hyeon-sin and stepped back a few paces. Hyeon-sin let out a faint breath and observed Kim Min-cheol's every single move and gesture. Why on earth was this Kim Min-cheol—domestic top thoracic surgery authority, holder of hundreds of billions in assets, and now expanding his reach into politics—being mentioned in the dark realm called Hanbi-dan?

Kim Young Kwang is a nice person, and Han So Eun naturally grew closer to him after their first meeting. They exchange messages, naturally follow each other on social media, and occasionally comment on each other's posts. So Eun learned from their conversation that Young Kwang and So Eun have similar book tastes. Young Kwang enjoys romance novels as well. He tells So Eun about the most unforgettable story he's ever read, which piques her interest. So he suggests she borrow his novel.

His wife or daughter dare not come to his office without an appointment. He is Kim Jung Hoo the third richest man in the whole of Soul, the husband of Hannah, and the father of Kim Jina. "Good day sir, the car is ready." The young looking handsome guy told his boss. When he sees his boss nod his head signifying he would be down at any minute. Then he remembered a task his boss asked him. "Sir, the girl you asked for the file will be ready in the evening." He said not looking up but his feet, he hoped his boss wouldn't get mad at him for making the task stay too long.

She knew Hennessey, Cai and Walker would all be wearing the same outfits, all 6 of the children matching. They left Sebestian old quarters, Sebestian carrying Daniel, David, looking handsome in his black tux with a pale gold shirt and black tie, carrying Amara. They made their way through the station, greeting the rest of her A-Class in the Op's centre, all of them dressed up in their finest and most of them being escorted by their mates, be they A-Class or B-Class.

Angelique asked, confused. “Yeah. Trunks is his nickname, but his name is Juhoon Choi. He’s in Business, Level 200. He arrived last year, and he’s number one among the five S-Class students. He’s Korean-American — the son of the Korean business tycoon Seungmin Choi, CEO of H Holdings, and Xiaolin Feng, heiress of the Sash Conglomerate.” “You mean THE H and THE Sash?” Angelique repeated.

"Welcome to Silverio Stones, Kairo," said a man who looks like any Korean idol with his prominent Asian feature and two blocks with bangs hairstyle, even his black turtle neck and gray trousers plus a dainty Christian Dior chains scream nothing but kpop idol culture. His set of deep dimples made him the charming and cute type of handsome rather than the sexually appealing type of handsome.

Seok-jin whispered. He reached for the heavy crystal ashtray on the desk and hurled it against the wall inches from the leader’s ear, where it shattered. The sound was like a bone snapping. Shards of glass rained down, catching in the thugs' hair. "I paid for a corpse," Seok-jin said, his voice finally breaking into a jagged, high-pitched tremor. He paced the small office, his boots clicking a frantic, uneven rhythm. "I paid for the great Han Min-jae to be served to me on a slab of Gangnam pavement! And you tell me he vanished? That he moved like a ghost? Are you guys hearing yourselves right now?"