Steven Yeun Height Novels & Stories

He has this cold demeanor that tells you to keep off his path and stay the hell away from him. I can’t tell his height from our sitting position in the car, but I’ve seen him standing earlier, and I can tell you that he is at least 6'5 tall, with his huge muscles that are bulging out a bit, complementing his perfect abs that are inviting me to run my hand's through them.

Steven frowned. “Yeah, I want to know, Stev,” Zach asked. “What’s life like for you over there?” Zach asked again. Steven fell silent for a moment, as if considering how much he wanted to reveal. “I’m not as great as General Lee,” he said finally. “And my life isn’t as luxurious as you imagine.” Zach clicked his tongue. “Come on. Don’t be so modest. I know you’re no ordinary person.” Steven gave a faint smile, “Alright. I’m just General Lee’s assistant in the business world.”

The rest of us had never had any complaints about Mingyu being our leader whatsoever. Our eldest member, YoonJae, was one of our main vocalists. His given name was Yoon Jaehyeon but he found YoonJae way cooler for a stage name and went with that. He was 20 years old at the time of debut and had always been one of the most certain members of S.T.A.Y pre-debut. While I myself almost got cut twice, Jaehyeon had always held fast to his position. With how careful he was about fan-service and how good a producer he was, it really was no surprise. He was also a small-time model and had already played minor roles in two very popular movies. He was, for obvious reasons, the highest net-worth member o

I was a little annoyed he wouldn’t be the one coming to get me, and I’d definitely make him give me a hefty bribe to forgive him. At the arrivals lounge, I spotted Uncle Steven. It was always easy to spot him in a crowd; he towered over everyone else at 6’4. My dad was the same. I seemed to be the short one among them standing at a measly 5’3. Maybe I got my height from my mom. “Hey Uncle Steven!” I called out, waving my hands. “Hey kiddo”, he said grabbing onto my suitcase. “How was the flight?” “We had a little bit of turbulence but nothing too bad” I said, stretching my arms.

He opened the door, stared up at the tub of mint chocolate chip sitting smugly on the top shelf, and immediately realized the problem. No stepping stool in sight. He sighed dramatically.“I need help getting something.” Yo Han appeared behind him almost instantly, peering over his shoulder. “Why can’t you get it yourself?” Li Han turned just enough to give him the flattest, most unimpressed glare he could manage. “Because you’re humongously tall.” “Or maybe,” Yo Sun drawled, suddenly appearing on Li Han’s other side, “you’re incredibly short.” “I’m not short.” Li Han lifted his chin. For a beta he was actually tall—173 cm, thank you very much. Most betas hovered between 165 and 170. He’d bare

“Yes, but what use is an apology if I’m still facing the consequences of your self-centered actions?” Min-a accused, raising a curious brow at her. Eun Hye’s inability to speak properly gave him the reply he sought. He shook his head. Turning away from her, he searched the conference room for Kwan Seung-ho, who really wasn't hard to find. He is a 190 cm tall man with blue eyes in the midst of older men who were not even more than 170-180 cm.

Gary turns towards the back of the room, spinning around moments later flicking the top of a needle. "NO! Get away from me!" I try my best to get away, but I'm no match for someone like Steve. I'm just over five feet, and weigh less than 100 pounds. I don't stand a chance against someone like Steve who easily weighs over 200 pounds, and stands at a towering six feet in height.

"You know you're no match for me." Eloise pursed her lips. "Why does it have to be me?" She looked up at the tall man. Even though she was not short, she was only wearing hospital slippers now and standing next to Steven, who was six foot one. She quickly felt a sense of pressure. She slightly pursed her lips, her eyes filled with unwillingness. Steven looked at her as well, his thin lips curving slightly. It was different from his usual cold demeanor.

His usual comfortable casual attire was handsome enough to be threatening, but the suit flowing gracefully along his body lines was fatal enough to make his heart leap, rendering it impossible to look away. "How... did you get here..." Yuhwan moved his long legs, nearing 190 centimeters, gracefully yet urgently, approaching right to the side of the shabby bed where Haneul lay. "Wow, what a surprise. Yuhwan, did you seriously run all the way here in that outfit because you were worried about Haneul Jang?"

His sense of presence is almost nonexistent. He stood at 5 feet and 6 inches, as taller as the ordinary woman's height. His dirty blond hair and dull, jet-black eyes are complacent of his soft, pale, white skin. For a man like him, he is bound to be bully by others. He showed weakness everywhere, and his personality was too innocent for Ryan's own liking.