Seojun Novels & Stories

Stupid fan! “Six, why are you here?” the guy asked. His number one fan was right about him being Spanish. “Well, I’m here to get breakfast, but I also wanted to introduce you to someone,” Six replied. “I'm actually meeting someone in your life?” the guy scowled. “Trust me, I'm just as shocked that I’m doing this. Rochelle Solano, meet Five. Five, Rochelle,” Six introduced Prominent, I repeat.. “Really?” I couldn't help but giggle. “I feel like I’m missing something here,” Five admitted.

Do Sejin giggled and said, “Aish! I could have taken you to this place where we could drink Soju Bombs.” “Do you know how to make one?” Im Jihoon joined his laugh, letting Do Sejin drag him toward the exit. “You are so young, Do Sejin. What are you, twenty?” “Twenty-two internationally,” Do Sejin replies grudgingly. “Actually, I was born early in the year. So, I am twenty-four in K Country. Maybe. Does it matter? I have already lost my parents and sister within a year. I am also a father now. I had a fake marriage with someone and I have qualified the national law exam. I could have been training to become a prosecutor like you.”

she ordered. Namie looked up at the boy standing beside Jina. His jet-black hair fell to his shoulders, his skin was pale, his eyes cold. He was of average height. She swallowed nervously and trembled as she stood up. She was in front of the most popular boy in school: Teodoro Eun-Chan, president of the drama and literature club — the very club she dreamed of joining. He was famous for being the girls’ favorite, constantly receiving love confessions and all kinds of invitations.

Leo had a hold of Sean. "Hey Sean, have you met my brother? His name is Leo and he's VERY protective." I said and Sean's eyes widened. "What do you want to do with him, La?" Leo asked and I grinned. "Have fun!" I said and Leo threw him to the ground and started kicking him. I looked and spotted Finn across the parking lot. He had just finished taping some guy. He looked up and straight at me. I ran through all the fights to get to him as he did the same. He picked me up when we reached each other and I kissed him, hard.

Almost like coding. “What are you doing?” I ask curiously, looking confused as I watch him type away “Hacking into the System Database” Came His clipped answer, a Signal that he Won't Give up Much information. “Bingo” I squint My eyes at the screen, at the Sound of his Voice, “Son's name is Roman, was born August 5. There's no Other information about his friends, School, or Anything Else.” “What about the year?” “It doesn't say here”

Her ideas for their next project were hanging somewhere in her brain because she was lost in the problem relating to the company's CEO. Philip shook hands with one of his clients with a smile. His client's name was Mr. Ayomide, a Nigerian who loved artworks. He was glad to meet Philip after hearing a lot about his talent for a long time. "I wouldn't want to waste your time sir, please sit." Philip said.

Kang Dae Jun ' S Story A student wearing a uniform from an elite SEC school appeared to be walking alone while carrying his guitar in a crowded Seoul City at night. He is Kang Dae Jun, a handsome student who has a sharp cynical gaze but is able to dazzle any girl who sees him. Dae Jun is on his way to go to a cafe where he does a part time job.

It was possible that a nutritious breakfast would lift my spirits so I crawled into the kitchen, prepared the food and started checking my phone while eating breakfast, initially I was very relieved to see that I did not have any missed calls from unknown numbers, but something caught my attention, it was a private message I received on F******k. “You want to believe that you love Isaac, but in reality you only feel sorry for him, you haven't managed to forget me and you won't either. You may want to make me jealous with him but let me tell you that I don't care in the least, anyway you are not going to last at all.”

I said, laughing. Yes, he is in Korea now to fulfill his dream of becoming Kpop. We were graduating when he sent an audition video in Korea. We were having fun. He is half Korean; that is why he can speak Korean. Chinky eye and fair complexion, but he doesn’t look like a Korean, maybe because there is a mixture of Filipino blood in him. Like Jester, Charles was also a heartthrob on our campus.

He paused for a minute then sighed. “Dillion was going through the files we brought from Mendoza’s compound and found out who his dealer is.” I waited for him to tell me. “Well, who the fuck is it?” He took a deep breath. “It is Joseph King, the leader of the Suicide Kings.” I inhaled deeply and then let it out slowly. The Suicide Kings were the only gang in New York that was bigger than ours. Joseph King was a badass and I realized that I may have just made a deal with the devil.