So Junghwan Novels & Stories

(nothing happened, there has been some changes so I am currently the one leading the team at the merger branch) “joayo abojiga iron jarireul juneun go gwaenchaneuseyo”( okay that’s good, are you okay with your Dad giving you this position? ) Seojoon asked his friend knowing how Dae-Hyun felt about his Dad giving priority to him at the office

she stood up to usher him into the room. Seo Jung Ju, Eun Hye, and Min-a’s father also rose to their feet to shake Seung-ho’s hand as he approached, a broad smile displaying on their faces. “It is a pleasure to finally meet you, Mr. Kwan,” he said warmly, offering his hand for a handshake. “The pleasure is all mine, sir.” Seung-ho shook his hand with both of his. Seo Jung Jun was a paragon he had always respected. “What can I offer you?” Jung Ju asked cheerfully.

Kwanghee snapped back, devouring a spoonful of pasta in his mouth. “She’s still shocked. Baekhina and Kang Jun are doing a great job keeping her there.” Go-eun interjected. “Okay, will go out then,” Suho downed the entire glass of iced tea next to his plate. “Oh. How about your gift? Aren’t you giving them to Hana?” Suho stared at Hana, giggling at whatever was inside the gift box Kang Jun gave her. She pulled out the item, holding it up in the air, and the crystal glittered with the light.

This man certainly ran fast, and it was highly possible that he did some martial arts. - Soo Min, this is Jung Hyun Woo, an officer from Gwangju city in Gyeonggi Province. He is 28 years old, was promoted recently and transferred to Seoul Metropolitan Police Agency, Investigation Departament, Violent Crime Section as a reward for solving a very complicated case in which a middle-aged man kidnapped, raped and murdered boys between 6 and 12 years old.- the Chief introduced the young man.

"Son of Hwang Jisun and Kim Jisoo. Twenty eight years old. Head of the country's most dangerous Mafia syndicate." "Things which you could read in any newspaper," Joonjae scoffed. Yoseob, who was trying to maintain a distance between him and the carnivorous woman in front of him, knew that Joonjae was only pretending to be indifferent. His boss was gauging the woman or to be more specific, what was inside the woman.

He replied as they both pulled away. "How have you been? How are you doing?" "I'm alright." "And your wife?" "She is doing well too I would assume." "That's good to hear." Mr. Jang nodded his head. "Meet my son, Joon Wong." Mr. Jang shook hand with him. "She is my daughter Joon Haneul. You have meet her many times." Mr. Jang nodded his head. "How can I forget her after all she played well with my son and Soo-Yun." Haneul Forced herself to smile. "Good evening Mr. Jang." He smiled and nodded.

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.

By now, Yuhwan must have received his acceptance notice too, arriving at the field early to warm up his massive, imposing frame. If I choose not to go, his pitches will end up being caught by Yoo Gyeong-ho, that third-year Business Administration student. The mere thought of Yoo Gyeong-ho—the youngest son of a massive chaebol family, a guy who possessed strikingly handsome looks, a slick, smooth personality, and held the absolute adoration of every girl on campus—made Haneul’s stomach violently twist into knots.

Compared to Augustine, he was nothing but a child trying to find himself in Augustine’s castle, and that is why Augustine felt no threat, he was not being proud, but rather, he had something to support his actions. “A pleasant evening, My Lady, Master Kings. Allow me to introduce myself, I am Jung Loevan or better yet known as Jungsook. I am a french-Korean and an idol of GDE Entertainment from HIT kpop group. It was nice to finally meet you.” for a Korean man, he was fluent with his English accent and vocabulary. Allana soon understood who he was and nodded her head politely. If she remembered correctly, at Jindo Island, there was a person who was being chased by fangirls and they helped hi

He wasn’t used to admiration. He wasn’t used to her making them love her, but they did. It was during dessert that the silence cracked. Jian’s younger brother, Junho, returned from abroad that morning. Unlike Jian—Junho smiled easily, dressed in mismatched colors, drank too much wine, and charmed with reckless ease. And he liked Chaewon immediately. “So this is the legendary phoenix,” Junho said, raising his glass to her. “The one who made Jian Lee fall.” Chaewon blinked. “Excuse me?”