Choi San Smile Novels & Stories

I don't have friends - I am not sure if that is something that I should be proud of. Well, it's not like I don't try to approach my classmates or try to interact. It’s just that I have a weird smile. No, it's not the type of smile that involves weird and rotten teeth - I have perfectly white and straight teeth. You see, my smile is fatal and dangerous. Just one look at these weapons and even the ferocious growl of a mountain lion would seem harmless. If this were a comic, I would call this attack: The Killer Smile.

JIN BAEK AND CHILDHOOD SWEETHEART YUNA KIM REKINDLE ROMANCE! Below it was a photograph. Not a stiff, corporate headshot. This was candid, intimate. They were leaving a restaurant, the rain glistening on the pavement. Jin had his hand on the small of her back, his head bent towards hers as if sharing a private joke. She was looking up at him, laughing, her face illuminated not by a camera flash, but by a genuine, radiant joy. She was stunning. Effortlessly elegant in a way I could never be, her smile reached her eyes.

, Type asked with a raised eyebrow. “ Guys he is our junior. It’s our responsibility to..” Chau was cut by the blond haired guy. “ okay okay, understood. ”, he said and mischievously smiled at Chau who looked away in the other direction. He then turned to Dae. "Why were you simply smiling while walking?" "N..nothing..I..I just", Dae stammered. "Do you have a girl friend ?" "N..no" "Boy friend?" "No...may I go? "

Whispers followed. He saw Minister Choi across the room, holding court near a violent, beautiful sculpture of twisted metal and neon. Choi was in his sixties, impeccably dressed, with a smile that didn't reach his shrewd, assessing eyes. He excused himself and glided over, his own entourage falling back a step. "Mr. Bianchi," Choi said in flawless English, offering a slight, correct bow. "A pleasure to welcome you back to Seoul. Or perhaps, to welcome you for the first time in your new… capacity."

said Jaemin smiling showing all his pearl with teeth. “How are you doing, my little Hyun Jin or I can say my dear Ji hoon?”