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Reactions to The Unknown's Chapter 353

Brief summary: Discussion about RPOG's influence in Earth 3. Talks about Transparent Corporation's honorary chairman. Cale's group meets Ahn Roh Man.

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We got the last of the background info today, explaining how RPOG was a global hit, played by hundreds of millions of players. Because of that nations and companies vied to control it, but Transparent Corporation stood adamant, refusing outside interference and stating that they only want to focus on the game.

They allowed ads for companies and national policies though, done stealthily that players wouldn't outright recognize it as an ad. Because of that, the fields of entertainment, sports, gambling, and so on also entered RPOG.

As someone who read Legendary Moonlight Sculptor, it made me think of Unicorn Corporation and its virtual game, Royal Road, in terms of its influence to the real world. Who knows, perhaps our author, YRH, read LMS and used it as the inspiration for Transparent Corporation and RPOG.

There was some talks about how the Transparent Bloods minimized the damage of monster attacks in Earth 3 because they settled here. It made Cale and Alberu wonder the state of Earth 1 and Earth 2, and if it had become peaceful there too like Earth 3.

Is this a foreshadowing that Cale will revisit Earth 2? And what about Earth 1? Please, author-nim! I want Cale to meet OG Cale! 🥰

Next up was the presidential elections. The honorary chairman of Transparent Corporation was Han Taek Soo, and his win was almost guaranteed. There was some parallels here, like Ahn Roh Man (ARM) represented the war-ridden past while Han Taek Soo represented the peaceful future.

People were tired of the war against monsters, so when RPOG was released, showcasing a "new world" that was peaceful and did not affect reality, it became a massive global hit. Thus, its honorary chairman became a symbol of "peace." He was also a known philanthropist and citizen of Roan.

ARM had a trusted aide who knew his secrets, and this aide was Earth 3's counterpart of Mary! She was described as a dull person with a mechanical voice. But she wore glasses, and called ARM as "oppa."

Cale's group finally met ARM, and they were dressed in branded black suits! And when ARM offered drinks, Cale asked for tea while Rosalyn asked for Americano which she found addictive. 😂

Wait, remember that character checklist Modern AU something that RIDI released as a bonus content for the LCF Korean volume bundle? In that checklist, it wrote that Rosalyn liked iced Americano! So if Earth 3 was a Nameless 1 parallel world, perhaps that Modern AU checklist might become reality?! 🤩

Here's a link to a summary of that checklist I posted here in the past: TCF Modern AU Character Checklist (Official)

Ending Remarks The two Alberus finally meet! And Cale, Alberu, and Rosalyn in suits! I'm excited to see more Earth 3 counterparts of our Roan characters! 🥰 Next chapter would be ARM's talk with Cale's group. I wonder, did ARM really not receive the Emperor Quest? Because when E3 Mary asked him if he received it, he did not reply and only thought of our Alberu.

[jebewonmorelike]

So You Can Do Yours

part two up now: whatever you say, president-nim wc: 2k pronouns: none used; n/a warnings: none? i guess reader is not on good terms with father but to be fair their father is a chairman of a company so he probably is objectively not great; literally fluff and mostly platonic/you're his boss so but suggestion that wookie has a crush on reader at the end... and reader is supposed to be 19; super unrealistic but just a fun little fictional concept lol summary: uselessCEO!reader has fired every new assistant they've had in the past few months, but newassistant!gunwook thinks he might be the right man for the job. ~masterlist~ ♡ ~kofi (no pressure at all)~ this is a cute one :) gunwook is baby. gunwook is son. protect him at all costs. i've been wanting to write more for gunwookie for a while, but i was super hesitant to because i got a really freakish comment about the only small drabble i wrote for him. so five months later i'm ready to try again. please remember this is just a work of fiction and its crazy fluffy. i really hope you like it! also expect more writing from me this month-- i'm taking the rest of summer off from school so. i'll need to stay busy 😤

“President-nim?” A voice calling through the intercom on your desk breaks your concentration. You huff annoyedly as you lean forward and press the microphone button.

“What is it?”

“Your new assistant is here to meet you,” Secretary Lee responds cautiously. You groan; quickly shoving what you had been working on into the hidden compartment of your desk. Not another assistant.

Every Monday for two months now, a new bright-eyed young woman had walked through the doors of your office ready to kick-start her career as a company president's trusty assistant. And sure enough, by that Friday afternoon every single one of them had run out in tears; unable to handle the pressures of the job. Was that pressure almost entirely due to the fact that you had no idea how to do your own job? Unimportant, but--

“Annyeonghaseyo, President-nim!” A male voice shakes you from your internal monologue as you look up to find that a young man in a 90 degree bow has appeared in front of you. He looks up at you, his gaze drifting to your right hand. 

You follow his line of sight to find a watercolor brush still in your hand-- dripping a bit onto your desk. Lifting up your desk compartment slightly, you toss the brush in with the others. You clear your throat a bit awkwardly-- smoothing down the lapels of your suit jacket with your fingers. “Annyeonghaseyo,” you mumble.

“I’m your new assistant, Park Gunwook,” he introduces politely, standing up straight. It’s now that you suddenly realize just how young this man appears to be. His face is round with youth and his lips resemble that of a baby chick. “I hope to serve you well.”

“When? After you get out of school each day?” You joke, brow furrowed in suspicion. “How did you get this job, huh? You look like you’re late for hagwon.”

Gunwook’s brow stays raised for a moment, but a surprisingly cheeky smile eventually creeps onto his face. “Couldn’t I ask you the same, President-nim?”

You exhale an unamused laugh. Guess this one thinks he’s clever. “I graduated two and a half years early.”

“That must look impressive on a resume,” he agrees genuinely with a nod. “Your father being the Chairman of the Board also must look pretty impressive on a resume.”

Stunned by this kid’s audacity, you just stare back at him.

“Nothing to be ashamed of President-nim,” he reassures, clasping his hands together behind his back. “I happen to know someone that works here, too.”

Figures. “And which one of those geriatric, good-for-nothing money bags on the Board is your daddy?”

“None of them,” Gunwook says with a smile. “Secretary Lee is my eomma. Might seem small, but a connection’s a connection.”

Secretary Lee hired her own son? After the way she’d watched all of the sobbing girls run out of the building screaming ‘I’M NEVER WORKING EVER AGAIN’’ each week?

What terrible thing had Park Gunwook done to be handed such a fate by his own mother?

You stand up from your desk and meet Gunwook at the front of it. Walking in a tight circle around him, you examine every inch of him curiously as he stands at attention.

“Um, President-nim?” He asks without moving a muscle. “Can I ask what you’re doing?”

“Absolutely not,” you answer, bending down to look at his dress shoes. They’re more than a few years old and definitely not a designer brand, but somehow... they’re condition is nearly immaculate. Not to mention, the black, thin laces are tied in perfectly symmetrical bows. Huh. It’s pretty uncommon for a boy your age to care that much about the tidiness of his shoes.

“Weirdo,” you mutter under your breath as you stand back up. You have to crane your neck a bit to look Gunwook in the eyes; not only is he quite tall, you also realized you’re standing a bit too close to him. Stepping back slightly, you take a seat on your desk-- crossing your arms as you glare at him.

“Something not to your liking, President-nim?” He asks, eyebrows raised in question. 

You don’t answer. Instead, you ask a question of your own. “What makes you think you have what it takes to be my assistant?”

“I’ve been President of my class since middle school. I’ve placed in national debate competitions. I’m organized, responsible, and competent,” he responds confidently. But a little mischievous sparkle appears in his eye as he adds, “From what I’ve heard, those are qualities the President's office might need more of.”

“YA! Do you want to die, you little--...” As you threaten him, Gunwook has already gone back to his default polite smiling. “What’s wrong with you, huh? Don’t you know I can blacklist you for life with one phone call? Tell me why I shouldn’t--.”

“President-nim!” Gunwook interrupts your thought excitedly; pointing to a stack of papers sitting on the corner of your desk. “Are those spreadsheets that need executive review? I’m experienced in Excel if you're... too busy for them.”

You frown, picking up the papers in your hand and sifting through them. They are spreadsheets that need executive review. You’ve been putting it off for a week, because, believe it or not, you didn’t get a very spreadsheet-centric education at the fine arts university you attended. To think, you could be painting in your own studio all day every day. But instead your father wanted you to do something “sensible” and “respectable” that “made you worthy of receiving his estate some day”.

Not that you cared much about an inheritance. But at this point it was the least you were owed for sacrificing your life’s passion to goof off in an office for the rest of your life. It wasn’t like you particularly enjoyed being unhelpful or unproductive, but at just shy of twenty years old with a BA in Fine Arts... you hadn’t exactly been well-prepared for such an important job.

You look back up at Gunwook. He’s practically salivating at the mouth to get his hands on your routine paperwork. You hand him the stack of spreadsheets with a sigh: “Knock yourself out.”

Gunwook’s concerningly large hand snatches the papers from yours with lightning speed; hugging them to his chest happily. “Thank you, President-nim! I won’t let you down.”

You’re almost starting to believe him. 

“Right,” you agree, chewing your cheek as you walk back behind your desk. “Well, you get to work on those and have them back to me by... Uh...”

You’re struggling to think of a reasonable time frame for the spreadsheet reviews to be completed, since you’d never once been the one to finish them. Gunwook sees this and answers for you, “Tomorrow at noon, I think you were going to say, President-nim?”

“Tomorrow at noon,” you echo with a frown. You’re not sure you like how familiar this kid was becoming with you already, but at least he’d been far more eager to do your executive work for you than anyone had been thus far. You’d know by tomorrow at noon if he was truly capable or not.

“And where should I put them for you if you’re not in your office, President-nim?” He asks thoughtfully.

“Oh, um,” you stumble, looking around for a good spot. You land on the thin drawer at the center of your desk and point to it. “In here is fine.”

Gunwook quickly walks behind your desk to see the drawer, stopping at a respectful distance. He reaches towards the drawer, but when you realize his fingers are pulling the wrong handle-- the top of your desk is already lifting open before you can stop him.

“Whoah,” the boy whispers in awe as he stares at the giant watercolor landscape painting you’d been working on for the last week or so. You both stand in silence for a moment as you watch Gunwook take in every detail of your latest work. “This is incredible.”

“Thank you,” you reply softly-- folding your arms across your chest uncomfortably at the compliment. No one had seen your artwork for a while now; even mentioning it in your father’s presence sent him into a spiral.

“If you’re this talented, then why--... Why are you the president of a tech corporation?” He asks, eyes meeting yours now. He’s curious and concerned and confused. When he realizes he forgot to speak formally, he bows in apology. “I’m sorry, President-nim.”

“Sometimes a 'connection' isn’t what you wanted,” you say after a moment, sitting back down in your desk chair.

Gunwook swallows from beside you, taking a few steps back to the front of your desk. “I’ll help as best as I can, President-nim. I’ll do my work so that you can do yours.”

You blink back at him, a bit speechless. “O-... Okay.”

He bows, another 90 degree one. “Should I get started on these then, President-nim?”

“Yeah,” you agree, nodding slowly. “Yes. That would be good.”

Gunwook nods. “Thank you, President-nim,” he says, turning and walking towards the door.

“Gunwook-sshi,” you call suddenly, causing the young man to let go of the door handle in his hand and turn around. His eyes are wide as he waits patiently for you to continue. “Why did you apply for this job? Besides the fact that your mother works here.”

The boy smiles, answering simply, “I thought I would be a good fit.”

You exhale a laugh, rolling your eyes. “We’ll see.”

Gunwook’s smile turns to a grin as he nods again-- walking out the door and closing it behind him.

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The end of the work day comes surprisingly quickly (and it may or may not have something to do with Gunwook). 

Okay, it has everything to do with Gunwook. 

To your very pleasant surprise, the teenage boy had been your best assistant yet by a considerable margin. All in the span of six hours, he’d color-coded your weekly schedule, ghostwritten five urgent emails to executives from partner companies, brought you your lunch order exactly how you prefer it, and reorganized your entire desk for you all while you painted next to him.

He didn’t ask you any unnecessary questions or disturb your peace; he just did his work so that you could do yours. Just like he said he would.

The end of the day came so quickly that when Gunwook knocked on your door to ask you if you were heading out for the day, you thought he was making one of his insulting-but-somehow-also-charming remarks about your lack of presidential work ethic again. But glancing at the clock, you see that he’s right-- it’s almost 7 P.M.

“I’m actually gonna keep working for a little while longer,” you respond before you catch Gunwook’s eyebrows raise. “You can go home now though. You have to be well-rested for another day of high school tomorrow.”

He sticks his tongue in his cheek and smiles at the joke. “I actually go to university now, President-nim. Part-time, but still.”

You find yourself trying to picture what Gunwook would look like on a campus: a grey hoodie, jeans, and his hair flopping into his eyes. In another life, one where you had a different father, maybe you’d still be going to university, too. Maybe you would've run into Gunwook and been his sunbae instead of the Guinness World Records holder for youngest president of a national corporation. Would you have noticed each other? Would you have been friends? Rivals? Something else?

Returning his smile, you dismiss, “Have a good night, Gunwook-sshi.”

“Have a good night, President-nim.”

You work on your painting for another hour before finally gathering your things and heading out the door for the night. On your way out, you see Secretary Lee typing away at her desk. When she spots you, she grimaces nervously.

“Oh, President-nim,” she greets as you walk over to her. “I hope you’re not too upset, but I thought that my son could--.”

“Could be the best assistant I’ve ever had?” You finish for her; watching as her face relaxes at your compliment. “You were right. And you better keep up the good work, Secretary Lee: Gunwook-sshi would make a great secretary.”

Secretary Lee swallows and nods at the hint of a threat. “Understood, President-nim.”

You smile, starting to head toward the exit before your curiosity stops you in your tracks. You turn over your shoulder to call, “Secretary-nim?”

She looks at you expectantly; if not also a bit nervously.

“Why did Gunwook-sshi want to be my assistant?”

She considers for a moment before replying, “After your... poor luck... with assistants these past few months, I couldn’t help but think my son had what it takes to change that. He’s always been such an overachiever. But he wasn’t really interested at all at first."

“Why did he change his mind?” You ask; wanting to understand a bit more about the incredibly competent, but slightly odd assistant that showed up at your office today.

Secretary Lee laughs quietly. “Well, to be honest... He only handed me his completed application after...

... I showed him a picture of you.”

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[howwelldoyouknowyourmoon]

Moon owned shares in Central City. They were sold for $925 million in 2012

This is an explanation of the 2012 sale of Central City that was put up in the Korea CARP Café.

Regarding the sale of Central City shares: We ask for our members’ understanding regarding a special situation.

According to a Yeon Hap News article from October 16, 2012, Shin Se Gye Shopping Mall acquired 60.02% of Central City’s shares from 4 separate companies in Malaysia. The price at which the shares were sold was approximately 1.025 trillion won (close to $925.7 million dollars). After quickly checking with representatives of Central City, we confirmed that the news is true.

For several years Central City was at a deficit due to bad management, however, recently that situation was turned around and operations were completely normalized to the point where it was making a profit and the value of the asset increased by several times. This process did not happen on its own, but it was due to True Parents dedication and Heaven’s support, along with the hard work of the management team of Central City. Especially, from the beginning of the project Mr. Dal Soon Shin who worked as president of Central City and his staff showed great administrative and managerial skill, and although he did not interfere with the details of management, Hyun Jin Nim has also been providentially guiding the work from behind the scenes.

From the members’ perspective Central City is not a providential institution like Pyung Hwa Motors or the Peace Cup which carry on specific providential work, but it is purely part of a business foundation. Currently the business is bringing in a profit and it has the potential to grow in the future as well. Naturally, people will wonder why it was decided to sell the company. From a business perspective, people will wonder whether it was the best moment to sell the shares. We asked those questions to representatives of Central City.

The representative said that the sale did not just happen suddenly, he explained that it was a decision based on a careful strategic study. Based on the assumption that this was his personal opinion, the representative said that the current decision was made as a measure to manage risk by reducing the burdensome debt the company acquired from the beginning; and considering the potential of a worldwide economic recession and its impact on the Korean market, it was a wise choice to sell the asset at the best price possible to maximize profits. He also added that selling the asset was a desperate measure of last resort to confront the endless lawsuits from the Tongil Foundation and the Unification Church, and in order to absolutely complete the Yoido Parc1 Project which is the fruit of the jeong-seong of our True Parents.

Although it isn’t appropriate to enter into the details at this moment in time, if the Tongil Foundation had not initiated all types of lawsuits against Y22 which was undertaking the Yoido Parc1 Project, it would have been possible to avoid selling the shares of Central City.

The figures of the legal fees incurred from the ever-increasing lawsuits are an astronomical amount of money that both sides have wasted. Also, the damage from having to stop and prolong the construction for 2 years at the Yoido Parc1 construction site (due to the Tongil Foundation’s lawsuits) has brought financial loss in the millions. But it does not end at that. After losing and appealing the case, chairman Kook Jin Moon of the Tongil Foundation and their board members have taken their Parc1 lawsuit to the Supreme Court and they are of the position of continuing the lawsuits for many years to come. Furthermore, in spite of having been sentenced by court to pay 45 billion won plus overdue interest as the first phase of damages, the [Tongil Foundation is trying to buy time and] refusing to pay up even as they incur a 20% yearly interest rate on the amount promised.

Although the assets that should be invested for God’s providence are being thrown away at a fast rate, and the Parc1 construction site looks like a scar on the city of Seoul, there is no end in sight to the meaningless and futile lawsuits which are creating a sick atmosphere in the entire Unification Movement. Perhaps we will experience the end of the Unification Movement even before the decisions are made on the lawsuits and it will be too late to regret what happened.

In this situation, when having to make a choice between [selling] the Yoido Parc1 project or Central City, perhaps most people would choose to keep the safe and profitable Central City which on its own is a quite big asset instead of choosing the wounded and uncertain Yoido Parc1 project. However, this decision was the complete opposite. This was perhaps a measure taken in order to not allow the foundation of dedication that True Father invested into Parc1 to be lost and to never allow his dream of finalizing the project to go to waste. The measure can be seen as a strong will to bring True Father’s dream to fruition. And it also contains the unbending resolve to fight to the very end these unjust lawsuits that are destroying the providence.

God’s will and the providence are eternal. The dream that True Father had for Yoido was not unrelated to God’s providence. Therefore, it will be accomplished regardless of what sacrifices have to be made. We sincerely pray that the sale of Central City’s shares was done with this kind of big purpose behind it. We also pray that all the lawsuits come to an end as soon as possible, and that we can bring an end to this period of fighting and distrusting one another, so that we may once again join forces and focus on realizing the legacy that True Father left behind for us.

Lonely Planet review for Central City Mall A popular mall next to the express bus terminal that includes Shinsegae Department store, a food court, a six-cinema multiplex, endless underground shopping and Nolboo Yuhwangorijinheukgui, a great duck restaurant.

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Yes it is in Gangnam!!  Here is the map:

Hak Ja Han plans to open a THIRD palace at Cheongpyeong in May or June 2023

Yongpyong Resort, covering 4,300 acres, is owned by the Moons

Beaché Palace is owned by the Moons. Who paid for it?

The Ocean Resort in Yeosu is owned by the Moons

Another Moon owned golf course – part of Ocean Resort, Yeosu

Yeouido Parc 1 dispute – UC Foundation lose, Y22 win

Moon’s unused Geomun Island Palace

The Cheonjeonggung Museum has been called a ‘palace’ by some people. It should never be called a palace.

New Hope Farms International Equestrian Park

Belvedere purchased October 1972

[nimsuniversityrajasthan]

Part-3 USA Guests Special Interview | News India | Nims University Jaipu...

[imimi7]

Salvation

Hi, it's been a while. Sorry for not being active and not posting , college has been really hectic lately but now my semester is coming to an end so I think I'll be able to give this fanfiction more time. Here is the 2nd chapter. Hope y'all enjoy.

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Chapter 2: A Marionette

The morning of new beginnings, Jia gets ready for her interview, putting up an elegant white dress. “I will finally get to see the so-called crazy CEO,” she thinks while straightening her hair.

Jia decided to not go to Babel with her uncle and instead took her own car, she did not want him to get involved with her interview or recruitment process. After reaching the company building, she takes her sunglasses off and takes in the sight of the tall standing exquisite building, hiding behind the glamour of which were the sorrows of hundreds of thousands of wronged lives and an endless story of corruption.

“Annyeonghaseyo, I’m here for an interview. Could you please tell me where is it being conducted?” She asks the receptionist.

“I’m sorry, Ma’am, but there are no interviews scheduled as of now.”

“But..I got a call yesterday. I’m here for the CEO’s assistant’s post.”

“OH, are you Miss Han Jia?”

“Yes.”

“My apologies Ma’am, you have already been hired.”

“What? But the interview…” Jia got an idea by now what was going on, she was hired without the interview because she was connected to Wusang’s chairman. She was not quite happy about this but again, nothing fair happens in this company and if this was making her aim easier, then be it. She knew she was not underqualified for the job so that’s not even an issue. Without wasting any more time, she asked for directions to the CEO’s office. She met an employee midway who was taking coffee for the chairman.

“This is for Mr. Jang, right? I will take it.” She knocks at the door and enters with the coffee in her hands. “Good morning, sir.” She walks towards the desk with a slight smile and sets the coffee cup down. “Thank You for hiring me, I will not disappoint you.”

Han Seo gets up from his chair with a bright smile, extending his hand he says, “Jia Ssi, happy to see you. Of course, you won’t disappoint, you are Mr. Seung Hyuk’s niece.”

This guy seemed far from a scary psychopath, Jia thought, shaking his hand firmly. “Thank you, sir. Although, I don’t really get how does my capability depend on my uncle’s name.”

“I am really sorry if it offended you…I-I did not mean that. I meant that your uncle is great at what he does so…it looks like it runs in the family.” He says in an apologizing tone, an innocent and warm smile planted on his face.

“It’s alright. I get that a lot. Is there something you want me to do right now? I will start arranging your schedule right away.”

“Umm..Jia Ssi. You don’t have to be stressed, even the coffee, you did not have to bring it in. We have a lot of employees here and I want you to know that you can just enjoy your time here. Also, there is not particularly any schedule right now.”

Jia stares at him with raised eyebrows, this was perplexing. “What the hell is he saying? I don’t have to work? Why else would he hire me? This guy wants to pay me just for nothing? Is he even the chairman? He does not care about his company how…..” Jia thought, her mind being bombarded with tons of questions, until she realized, “He is..not the owner…not the real one. A marionette, he is a marionette.”

“Jia Ssi? Are you okay? You kind of zoned out for a moment.”

“Yeah..yeah. Sir, I understand why you hired me. But not letting me work is too much, I am taking the salary that a lot of other applicants might have needed desperately, it will only be fair for me to hold this job if I work for this position.”

“Like I said, I have nothing lined up right now.” He did not know what to say, because he was not the one who took decisions. Even if he had something lined up, a meeting, an interview, it would first have to go through the confirmation of Han Seok. He could not order his secretary around because he was not in a position to order. “Perhaps you would like to join me in a shooting game? I and your uncle are meeting up tomorrow.Err..you can…take any important calls while I’m..y’know…busy with the game and make a report of important events later? Would that be fine?”

“Something better than nothing, I would love to. Maybe you will start trusting me more with work then.” She said with a disappointed smile. “I can get a lot of information from you, then. Let’s see, Jang Han Seo, if you are one of the wretched beings here or are just a minor chess piece on their board.”

“Andwae, andwae, Jia Ssi, it’s not that I don’t trust you..”

“It’s alright, you don’t have to explain it to me. Okay then, I will be at my desk. Please call me if you need anything, Sir.”

“Sure..sure. Fighting!” He said with a cheerful grin.

A few minutes later, Han Seo rings up Seung Hyuk, “Your niece seems…very adamant. Actually, it does not really look like I need to look out for her.”

“No..no! See that’s why you need to. Don’t let her do anything. Anything. And especially, don’t let her be anywhere near your brother.”

“Well..she gets really upset when I tell her to not do anything. Don’t worry though, now that we have joined forces, I should look out for you and your family, right?”

“Jeongmal kamsahamnida, hwe jang nim.”

After the work hours are over, Han Seo starts leaving the building and Jia follows. In the parking lot a suspicious toy car comes up to him. Jia watches from a safe distance. Han Seo seems to tell his bodyguards to do something about it and suddenly starts panicking. The toy car follows him wherever he tries to run and hide.

“Bomb. BOMB. It’s a bomb. Do something!” He shouts.

“Who would dare to kill Babel’s chairman in such a whim? Looks like a fragile plan. Well looking at how easily he gets scared, they won’t even need a real bomb.” While thinking that, Jia runs toward the car and kicks it hard with her stilettos, causing it to fly back a bit farther from Han Seo. The timer goes off and what comes out of the toy is not a fiery blast but rather a mocking shower of confetti. Jia walks up to it and picks up the piece of paper which had popped out. Han Seo runs behind her telling her to not touch it.

“HAJIMAA! It’s dangerous.”

“It’s just a paper, Sir. A message for you, I suppose. Someone must have pulled a prank.”

“C….Vin…Aissshh Vincenzo!”

“Vincenzo? The consigliere?”

Han Seo does not reply but the wrinkles of worries on his forehead are enough to tell.

“Sir, you don’t look well. You should go home now, don’t worry about what happened. It is just a prank. If you are still anxious about it, I’ll look into it.”

“No..no..don’t do anything. It’s just a prank, you said? Gwenchana, I’ll be fine.”

“Goodnight, then. Please take care.”

“Vincenzo…shall we meet soon, then?”Jia smirks.

[slvault]

More Goto Ryuji/Sung Jin-Woo soulmate AU, just not with either of them in it lmfao:

"Chairman, is it really alright for Sung Jin-Woo hunter-nim to go with Goto Ryuji?"

"A friendlier relationship between our two countries isn't a bad thing."

"But is that really all it is? I still cannot believe that a country with a reputation like Japan's came here to help with no ulterior motives. The monetary payout they agreed to is suspiciously tame."

"Yes, I got that feeling too. And that Matsumoto isn't nearly as good an actor as he thinks he is. Fortunately, the appearance of that Ant King probably derailed whatever plans they had. Since no harm was done, unless they attempt something again, I'll let it go this time. The Draw Sword Guild did do their part after all, and they almost paid for it with their lives."

"But their interest in Sung hunter-nim… Goto Ryuji in particular was very interested in him, and Sung hunter-nim didn't appear to be put off by it. What if he decides to move to Japan?"

"Hm. I don't think Hunter Sung will. At the very least, he barely even listened to anything Matsumoto had to offer him."

"But Goto Ryuji…"

"…There are some things that shouldn't be interfered with, Chief Woo."

"Sir?"

"Let them be. When it comes to men like Goto Ryuji, the more attachments they have, the better for everyone around them. And our new alliance with Japan will be that much more stable if their strongest Hunter has enough of a reason to remain actively invested in keeping it intact."

"And… you think Sung hunter-nim will be enough of a reason for it?"

"Well, I certainly hope so, because we might not survive the alternative."

"I… do not understand."

"Never mind, never mind. They both seemed receptive enough anyway. The rest - they'll just have to work out on their own. Young people these days, playing so many games. Well, at least it will be interesting to watch."

[coreastories]

The Clock

Part 8 of Days and Nights of Forever

The turning point. She had already said yes. He only needed to hear it.

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Ties in with Corea News, Modern Royals: 10 Times the King and Queen of Corea made ahjummas ugly-cry over their romance. The true story of the hug at the clock.

ON AO3 for download and kudos ;) 

“I’m here. How are you? Where are you?” 

Just like that, Tae-Eul felt the day’s tension leave her chest. She could breathe. She felt a smile tug at her lips but she repressed it because Kang Shin-jae was actually glaring at her for her audacity in answering the phone in his august presence. Jerk. 

She turned away from him and walked out of his office. She leaned against the wall and propped her foot on it, not caring if her shoe left that white wall less than pristine. She hoped it did. 

She had missed Gon. They hadn’t been able to see each other last week either. She spoke softly, “I’m sorry, I’m still on that case. We have a breakthrough now. This might end soon. But I might not be able to leave yet.” And that frustrated her more than the case and the helpful bastard in the office did. It was almost five. She should have wrapped things up by now if it weren’t for Mr. Uncooperative. 

“I can come to you. Maybe I can help?” 

Tae-Eul grinned, imagining Gon here facing off with Shin-Jae. “I’m sure you can. But this involves industrial espionage and they’re already iffy about letting us in on it. They want the investigation done by private firms. But their suspect is also our murder suspect so they need to cooperate.” 

And honestly, she didn’t want Gon here, not with this Kang Shin-jae’s brand of condescension. She needed leads, not bullfights. “Look, can you wait at the hotel? I’ll come as soon as I finish.” 

“All right. Saranghae.” 

“Nado.” She knew he was still on the line--he always was, always waited for her that way-- but she ended the call. Then jumped a bit when someone spoke beside her. 

“You expect me to trust you with this case when you take personal calls while on it?” 

Tae-Eul pursed her lips and slowly put her phone back in her pocket. Stupid pocket. When she finally found her pocket-- and when she felt like she wouldn’t snap at the civilian-- she looked at him and smiled. She hoped it looked like a smile. 

“Look, I understand your reluctance, sir, but I’d like to remind you that you might be this entire building’s lord and master but you’re not the boss of me. And you are not trusting me or my team with anything-- it’s our case too whether you like it or not. You need to cooperate if you don’t want us to charge you for obstruction of justice. Let’s get back to it, shall we?” 

They got back to it. Their warrant came and that gave them more leeway in requesting documents and other materials. She tried not to flinch whenever she felt Kang Shin-jae’s gaze on her. He was Kang Shin-jae, the KIT Company’s vice-chairman and pain in the ass who wouldn’t let them have what they needed because it was entangled with the company’s current R&D project. 

He wore an expensive suit--something she could recognize by sight by now because of Gon-- and looked and acted like he owned the place, which he did. Everything about him was different. Definitely not her former hyeong-nim. 

“If you sign a Non-Disclosure Agreement, I’ll give you what you’re asking for. You. Just you. Not your entire team, or the NDA just dissolves itself.” 

Tae-Eul raised her eyes to heaven for the-- she’d lost count how many times. “As we told you already, sir, we can’t do NDAs. We might need to disclose something for the investigation.” 

“And we’re back where we started.” 

Tae-Eul smiled and bowed, gritting her teeth. She motioned for Jang-mi and the rest to drop everything. “Thanks so much for your time.” 

It was 10pm. Five hours of looking through files and getting nothing new except the confirmation that their suspect had killed their victim because the victim had found out what the suspect was doing. Typical motive. She could close this case if only she hadn’t come up against this wall that had the face of her former best partner. 

“I’m sorry I couldn’t be more helpful,” Kang Shin-Jae said, and Tae-Eul paused at the door, nearly walking into Jang-mi’s back, because they had all paused. 

She heard Jangmi’s stomach growl. She slapped the guy on the back in second-hand embarrassment. 

“I really am,” Kang Shin-Jae continued. Tae-Eul felt her heart soften a bit, because this man might not be her hyeong-nim--of course he wasn’t-- but he was a good guy. Just a little stiff about his R&D. Understandable enough. “I’ll let you know if we find anything of his whereabouts, or anything that might help you at all. If you go to the cafeteria, they’ll serve you dinner. It’s free. They’re open 24 hours so there’s no need to hurry.”

“Thanks. That’s nice of you.” She inclined her head at him, and he smiled and looked like he wanted to say something else, but she pushed Jangmi forward and followed him out. 

She just wanted to get to the hotel and to Gon.

She was tempted to attach the police beacon on top of her car so she could speed her way there, but she could use the drive to calm down. It wasn’t like she wasn’t used to cases taking their sweet time. She was just… she missed Gon. 

Last weekend, this case had broken wide open with national news coverage. The victim had been a beloved teacher for decades-- with the nosiness to match, which got her in trouble-- and the public were rabid for blood. So Tae-Eul hadn’t been able to get away. 

She missed Gon. 

So when she got to their suite and didn’t find him, all her frustration returned and she felt her eyes grow hot with tears. 

He had left a note on the counter. 

“I’m so sorry, nae sarang. I’m checking on something. If I’m not back and you find this note, it means I had to take care of it. I’ll be back tonight, or tomorrow morning. If you like, you can meet me at the obelisks around 6am. If that’s too early for a Sunday, just wait here. I’ll be here when you wake up. There’s dak-galbi in the microwave.”

She slapped the note back on the counter and went to shower, trying not to be furious that he hadn’t waited, that it had taken her five extra hours to get here, that he wasn’t here, and… 

She wished she could just go to him. 

She loved what they had but it grated at times like this. It grated so much that she couldn’t go to him or simply meet him at some late night restaurant whenever she got off work. 

And something she tried not to dwell on was the fact that if anything happened to him, she wouldn’t even know, unless Jo Yeong decided to have mercy on her and cross the worlds to tell her. If he could even use the flute at all. 

It always made her chest and stomach clench, and she tried not to think of it. They hadn’t talked about it yet, not when they’d just gotten together, in an unspoken understanding of not voicing what they feared. 

What was Gon checking on, and what was so bad about it that it had taken him away from her? Was he all right? 

She waited what seemed like all night. Before closing her eyes to fatigue, she looked at the clock: 2:14am. She woke up again around 4am. At that point, she got out of bed and dressed to go home. She was too wired. She could use a workout at the dojo before heading to the bamboo grove. 

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When two hours came and went without Tae-Eul coming through the door and without a phone call, Gon sighed and pinched the nerve flicking between his eyes. 

This was one of those times he really hated that he lost Jo Eun-sup in this new timeline. Gon had no one to call to ask about Tae-Eul. He couldn’t ask her dad-- Gon had tried that once and lost three hours to samgyupsal. 

He turned on the TV and flicked through the channels, stopping on the evening news when he thought he saw Tae-Eul-- and it was. Tae-Eul and Jangmi and two other detectives enter Kang Shin-jae’s building. The footage wasn’t the best but he’d recognize her anywhere. 

And it was Kang Shin-jae on the news. Well, his company. A source had leaked to media that the recent murder case in Jongno was linked to KIT Company. The suspect was a former employee.  

The news cycled through its short footages. Gon saw the blurred and yellow-taped murder scene, the Jongno police station facade, the KIT building exterior, and then that footage again of Tae-Eul and her team in plain clothes entering the building this afternoon, confirming the news item’s claim that KIT Company was connected somehow. 

Gon turned off the TV. He took a deep breath and also tried to turn off his returning and now absolutely ridiculous resentment of Kang Shin-jae. 

He didn’t resent the man. Why would he? He went to the kitchen and fixed something. It was a good night for stir-fry. He took too much satisfaction chopping the vegetables. 

When another two hours went without Tae-Eul, Gon was at the end of his patience. 

He didn’t like what he was feeling. It was ugly and making his jaw clench and he didn’t want Tae-Eul to come to him in this state. She didn’t deserve it. 

So he dashed off a note and left before he changed his mind or decided to do anything stupider, like go to the KIT building. 

Back at the palace, a couple of court maids dissolved into tears when they made the mistake of getting in his way. He had only looked at them venomously, but that was apparently enough. Lady Noh should hire women with more backbone. He snorted. Lady Noh said nothing and only looked at him in reproach. But she didn’t pry. She did bring in a plate of petit fours. 

He ignored them and carried on working until he realized the light in the room had changed. His neck was stiff and his eyes were sticky and fuck it all, it was a quarter to five a.m. 

He’d told Tae-Eul she could meet him or he’d go to her at six. 

He stood in the shower and tried to get his thoughts in order. He turned the water cold because there was a heat in his chest he couldn’t dislodge. He hadn’t seen her last weekend and this one was nearly over and here he was wasting time feeling what? Grouchy that he hadn’t seen her? How old was he, fifteen? 

Jealous that she’d spent half the night with Kang Shin-Jae? 

Christ, it sounded ridiculous in his own head. Kang Shin-Jae was practically a stranger to her.

He was going to fix this. 

Secretary Mo was in his suite’s living room, just about to peer into his bedroom to see if he was done in the shower. Gon swore. “No.” 

“I’m sorry, Pyeha. A Japanese vessel apparently sank a Corean fishing vessel. They’re saying it’s an accident and they’ve rescued the passengers but now Japanese officers are trying to bargain for the release of our fishermen. The Minister of Defense is on the line, and the Minister of Foreign Affairs and the Prime Minister are also waiting.” 

Gon took the calls in his bathrobe. He asked questions and gave answers. If Secretary Mo noticed he was more curt than usual, she didn’t say anything. When he reached the Prime Minister, he only told her he trusted her completely and ended the call. 

Despite all that and Secretary Mo's matching terrifying efficiency, it was still already a quarter past seven when he finally came out of the obelisks. He found Tae-Eul seated in one of the benches in the grove. 

Glaring at him. And with dark smudges under her eyes. He knelt in front of her. “I’m so sorry. There was an incident that kept me. A Japanese--” 

“Let’s just go. And I’m tired. Maybe we can sleep for a bit?” 

Gon stroked the smudges under her eyes with both thumbs. “Haven’t you slept?” 

She pursed her lips, which she did when she chose not to say what was on her mind, still looking at him darkly but her expression softening by the second. “You look like you haven’t either.” 

That just reminded Gon of his idiocy. He was furious with himself. 

He took Tae-Eul’s hand and stood up, gently pulling her with him. She leaned on him once she was on her feet. His chest tightened with love for this woman and he tucked her against his side with his arm. He walked them toward the obelisks. “We can sleep at the palace.” 

The manpasikjeok hadn’t sent them to any other time for awhile now, and he was glad it didn’t choose today to surprise them. Tae-Eul napped on the boat, and even with that she was still so sleepy, shielding her eyes from the morning’s sunlight when they docked and then made their way to the palace. 

By this time, Gon had devised a completely private and empty route to his chambers, so Tae-Eul didn’t have to hide as she half-walked, half-leaned on him, half-asleep with her cheek on his shoulder. She really was exhausted. 

If his guilt was a pinch before, it was a vise now, squeezing him.  

In his--their-- bedroom, Tae-Eul turned down the covers for herself, took off her shoes, then shimmied out of her jeans. He half-smiled-- those long, gorgeous legs would never stop taking his breath away-- and then tucked her in, bending over to kiss her on the forehead, her tired eyes, her nose, her cheeks, and finally, her lips. 

She kissed him back sleepily, her thumb anchored at his cheek and her fingers doing a lazy, gentle stroking on his neck. This was what he’d needed. He felt the vise in his stomach losing its hold, he felt silly about every other ridiculous thought that had passed through his head. 

But she was sleepy, and he drew back to look at her. Her eyes were already closed. Without opening them, she patted the space next to her on the bed. 

He was just about to get in when the phone in the living room rang. Tae-Eul winced slightly at the noise. 

“I’m sorry. That’s probably Secretary Mo. Something’s happened this morning.” 

Tae-Eul had opened her eyes now. “Is everyone all right? Are you all right?” 

Discounting my fit of idiotic jealousy? “Of course I’m alright, and our people should be,” he said. “Let me answer the phone. I’ll be back.” 

Except he wasn’t able to come back for twelve hours. 

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Tae-Eul woke up to Lady Noh peering down at her from beside the bed, having gently shaken Tae-Eul awake. The old lady was also feeling her forehead and cheek now. 

“Are you ill? Why are you so sleepy?”

“No. Just sleep-deprived.” Tae-Eul realized she could smell food. “I brought your lunch. Come and eat.” “Where’s Gon?” 

Lady Noh no longer flinched at that, but she did look at Tae-Eul in sympathy. “He went with the Navy to try to intimidate those idiots into releasing our people.” Lady Noh picked up the tray and placed it before Tae-Eul before she could protest. “Eat. Then sleep some more.” 

Tae-Eul groaned at how the older lady was looking at her. “Lady Noh, I’m not pregnant.” 

“We don’t know that,” Lady Noh said, then she smiled impishly and left, leaving Tae-Eul blushing on the bed. 

Gon hadn’t even slept yet. She knew that sleep-deprived look. She reached for her phone--in this world-- and called him. He answered immediately. 

“Have you just woken up?” 

“Like a ba-- yes, I did. Are you on your way back?” 

“That’s what I want to know myself,” he said, his voice snappish, something she had never heard before. “Can you wait a bit more?”

“It’s not like I have a choice.” 

“Yes, you do. You can cut ties with me.” 

“What?” She had said what she’d said as a joke. Waiting was like their brand. They waited for each other. She scratched her neck. But he was.... angry? And apparently he wasn’t done. 

“Yes. That case that took you away for two weekends now. Maybe you like that case so much because you get to spend it with Kang Shin-jae in his palace.” 

Tae-Eul took the phone away from her ear for a second and stared at it in disbelief. Then she put it back. “I’ll talk to you when you’re making sense.” 

She hung up on him. That would teach him. 

She told herself she was amused and not… not angry. 

She vented it on her food and mutilated her fish and side dishes before eating them all because feeling like this made her hungry. 

Lady Noh came back and seemed inordinately satisfied with her spotless bowls. Tae-Eul felt like pulling her hair. “Lady Noh, I’m not pregnant. What happened with Gon?”

Lady Noh would never sit down on the king’s bed, but she did lean a hip on it, since it was just at the right height. “We got news this morning that a Japanese boat had sunk a Corean fishing boat. Accident, they say, and they rescued everyone onboard. But then the Japanese Navy got ahold of them and someone in that godforsaken government is trying to use the fishermen as a bargaining chip. Ridiculous.” 

“They’re okay? The fishermen? No casualties?”

Lady Noh nodded. “It seemed too neat, if you ask me. Accident, my foot.” 

“What are they trying to bargain about?”

“Who knows. We have so much they want.” 

“Wait, you said you got the news this morning? Not last night?”

“Yes. Well, I don’t know. He was really furious last night. I thought it must have been because of this, because it kept him from you.” 

Tae-Eul blinked at the old woman, trying to make sense of what she just heard.  

When Lady Noh saw Tae-Eul wasn’t going to say anything else, she left with the tray. Tae-Eul got up from bed, went to her dresser, and put on silk pajama bottoms, and then unconcealed the television in the living room suite. 

Either the news outlets were less informed, or they were truly saying Corea only got wind of the “accident” this morning, and assuring the people that the Ministers of Defense and Foreign Affairs had acted quickly. 

The king was with them now to lay terms himself and act on the royal family’s long-standing promise to be the country’s first line of defense from foreign maneuvering and malcontent. 

So Gon must have had another pressing matter on top of this one? Add to being sleep-deprived and no wonder he was snappy.  A fraction of her mind-- a tiny fraction-- was wondering if that other “pressing matter” was named Kang Shin-Jae, but since it was already making her eyes roll, she hoped not. 

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“Yes. That case that took you away for two weekends now. Maybe you like that case so much because you get to spend it with Kang Shin-jae in his palace.” 

His brain was already backfiring and imploding with warning even as his mouth actually finished saying all that. Suddenly, the railing of the navy vessel looked so inviting. He could hit his head on it. Or he could climb it and jump overboard and maybe the Pacific could knock some sense into him.  

“I’ll talk to you when you’re making sense.” 

The line went dead. 

Gon’s arm dropped like dead weight at his side and it was only thanks to his phone’s ribbed case that it didn’t slip from his slack hand. 

And he could see Yeong giving him his most judgmental side-eye to date. 

Gon closed his eyes. 

“I can’t believe you said that,” said Yeong quietly. 

Gon closed his eyes harder. “I need sleep. I need to get out of here. I need to go beg Tae-Eul to forgive me for what I said. I need to--”

“Shut up,” said Yeong, more quietly. Gon turned around to see the Ministers of Defense and Foreign Affairs approaching. 

For the moment, he ignored the fact that his Unbreakable Sword had told him again to shut up. Gon straightened his back. “Everything to our satisfaction, gentlemen?” 

“Yes, Pyeha, they just want their own minister to arrive first and officially hand over the passengers.” 

“What?”

Minister Kim leaned back from Gon’s quiet growl. “They want to make it official. Since Your Majesty is here, they couldn’t be completely without a representative from their own government.” 

Gon was about to say he can bloody well leave when he realized he couldn’t, and shouldn’t. “Very well. Are they coming by air?” 

“By boat, Pyeja. I’m sorry for the delay. The minister apparently has an ear condition that doesn’t let him travel by air.”

“Then why is he coming in the first place-- why couldn’t someone else-- fine.” 

He was whining so he stopped. He looked at Yeong to get some sympathy but only got another glaring side-eye. 

“Go ahead, let me have it, then,” Gon said, when he and Yeong were alone again. 

“Pyeha, I’m sure nothing I tell you is worse than what your own head is already spewing. What did she say?”

“Only said she’ll talk to me when I’m talking sense.” 

Yeong nodded in what seemed like agreement and approval. 

Gon pressed his fingers against his eyes.  

“Can you really see yourself living with that option?” Yeong asked quietly, not looking at him but at the horizon. 

“What?”

“The one you told her. Breaking things off with you. Choosing Kang Shin-Jae in his palace.” 

“You don’t need to quote me.” 

Yeong just cut his eyes at him. 

“No,” said Gon. “No.” 

And that was it, wasn’t it? That possibility, that threat, no matter how implausible with Tae-Eul’s love for him, was enough to shake him and send him incoherent and mindless with rage. 

His jaw clenched. It would be so simple. Tae-Eul could have a good life with no complications, no obligations. She could have someone daily, not on weekends, and she could go to the man anytime she wanted, and they could have that domestic simplicity of living together, waking up together, every day. 

Everything Gon wanted but couldn’t give her at the present, not with their separate worlds and separate lives. 

He was a mathematician. His brain could see and calculate figures in an instant. Kang Shin-Jae was a better equation for Tae-Eul. He was in her world. That alone was a figure Gon couldn’t match. 

His phone buzzed in his hand, and it brought him outside his own head. 

The text message was short, to the point. Tae-Eul. With her amazing ability to read through him, apparently even across the ocean when he was at sea. 

His eyes stung. And he convinced himself it was the salt air. Not his profound awe of this woman fate had given him. 

I love you. I’ll see you at the clock.

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Lady Noh had brought Seung-ah over when Tae-Eul saw the latest update on the situation Gon was smoothing over, so both women heard Tae-Eul swear vehemently. 

She blushed. But they took it in stride. 

Seung-ah grinned. Tae-Eul thought the girl was just too fascinated with the king’s secret girlfriend just now. Lady Noh had wanted Seung-ah and Park In-yeong, who were sort of like her protegees, to know of Tae-Eul, because Tae-Eul needed it. 

It was like a shield against scandal: Tae-Eul had the highest court lady who was practically the king’s grandmother, the Royal Public Affairs Office, and the only female member of the Royal Guard, on her side. Tae-Eul saw the sense in it. 

And right now, she was thankful for it. 

“He’ll be stuck there for another five hours?!” she ranted. “They’re waiting for the Japanese Defense minister.” 

“They’re posturing. His Majesty soundly kicked their ass-ets again in this round,” said Seung-ah, adjusting her vocabulary when Lady Noh looked at her. “So they’re posturing to save face, making the king wait.”

Tae-Eul sighed. 

“Do you want to take a walk with me?” Seung-ah asked. “I can show you around and you can tell me more about your cases.” 

“Cases” often included questions about Gon, just bordering on invasive but never actually crossing the line. Tae-Eul was trained as a detective and she still learned questioning techniques from Seung-ah. 

“All right. I can’t stay here all day. Just let me get dressed.” 

Inside the en suite, she debated for a couple of seconds whether she should call Gon. She was worried about him, sleep-deprived and out on a ship under the sun and she wanted to let him know she was behind him one hundred percent, whether or not he was in some snit about Kang Shin-Jae. 

Especially if he was in a snit about Kang Shin-Jae. 

But if she was in a snit and stuck somewhere she’d rather not be, she wouldn’t want him to bear the brunt of her temper either. So instead of calling, she should send a text. 

I love you. Don’t worry about me. Don’t think about Kang Shin-Jae. You’re the only one I want and I’m happy to be right here with you even if you’re far away from me. I’m going out with Seung-ah. I saw everything on the news so I know you’re still stuck there. I’ll see you at the clock. 

She frowned at that message and edited it to the most important bits that would actually accomplish what she wanted for him. 

She didn’t want him to think Kang Shin-Jae was still on her mind. She didn’t want him to dwell on the fact that they weren’t with each other right now, another weekend gone. She didn’t want him to worry, period. About the men in her world or her going out and about in his.

I love you. I’ll see you at the clock.

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It was dark and the clock was like a moon in the street when she saw his tall form coming toward her. Members of the Royal Guard were already scattered around them, probably long before she even saw Gon, which would explain the privacy and quiet they suddenly had, even in that public and much beloved part of the palace grounds. 

She stood up as he neared her and her arms came up almost of their own accord when she saw his face. When he pulled her into his arms, hers came around his waist, and she held him tight, feeling him shake a little and then go still as he sighed against her hair. 

She felt his hand cradling her head and heard him whisper, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean what I said.”  

She patted his back and squeezed him over his soft coat. “Of course you didn’t.” 

“I missed you.”

“I missed you, too.” 

“Will you be my queen? Will you let me be the one to fill your days?” 

He had asked her that question so many times now but Tae-Eul still felt her heart clench every time he did. She used her grip on his coat to push him a little so they could part enough for her to see his face, and for him to see hers when she said, “Not today.” And just before his face shuttered at her usual reply, she added, “But soon.” 

He didn’t smile like she’d expected, didn’t speak, only looked at her so intensely Tae-Eul felt her blood pound on her chest, neck and cheeks. 

When she was about to tug him at the waist again to demand he say something, he brought one hand to her cheek and said, “Do you mean that? Will it make you happy?” 

And Tae-Eul felt herself soften in his arms, felt her eyes brim with love for this man fate gave her. Because when she said Soon, she’d expected him and his mathematician mind to ask, When?

But no, he was only-- he only ever thought of her happiness. And maybe she should, too. Her happiness and his. Because he deserved it. 

She nodded, nodded hard and with conviction because she was daring any gods out there to interfere. “Of-- of course it will,” and her voice trembled a little. So she cleared her throat and said more firmly, and simply, “Yes.” 

He smiled. 

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Added that line from the novel. But pretty much completely the original outline. Whew. Let me know whatcha think. Homestretch. :) 

[jinniesxlamp]

Hello, Goodbye - Chapter 5

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A/N: Hello, my loves! I know I’ve been quite slow in updating this series compared to my first one. I’m juggling this between my full time job. Thank you so much for being patient with me. My ask is always open to all for any comments/chitchat! ♡😍

Even with the absolute sunlight that marked the beginning of a new day, the fact that it was merely 8:02 am remained an ungodly hour for Min Yoongi. He had lost count of how many times he switched positions on the ruffled king sized bed in hopes of falling back to sleep. But the indistinct sounds and maffles from the outside made that utterly impossible.

“Jinjja” sighed Yoongi as he struggled to sit himself up. Keeping his eyes wide open was an even greater wrangle.

Shuffling his hair on the way out the bedroom, he started walking towards the kitchen where the noise was coming from. Within a six feet distance stood a clear view of three pajama’d bodies crowding over the laptop that sat on the kitchen counter.

“Ya! keep it down will you? Not everyone in this house is fond of waking up early” it was Jin yelling by his doorway from the other end of the apartment.

“Ani, hyung. Come see this” responded Jimin whose eyes glistened with gossip all over them.

The three maknaes and the oldest hyung barely noticed Yoongi on the far corner, who was just standing behind the wall dividing the kitchen and the livingroom.

“Museun il iya?” Giving into the curiosity, instead of dragging himself back inside his room, he shut the door from behind and headed towards them.

“Mwo ya?!” His eyes growing with his voice, now waking the rest of the household.

“What’s going on?” Appeared Hoseok, half awake and Namjoon who seemed slightly irritated. This time, Yoongi decided to join in, wondering what the comotion was about.

“Hyung!” Gasped Taehyung, seeing him enter.

“Museun il iya?” Yoongi asked.

“Ya. This producer for your show....this isn’t our Y/N, is it?” Interrogated Jin, pointing at the k-media article flashing on Jungkook’s laptop screen

“Mwo rago yo?!” said Hoseok who seemed to have completely woken up, startled with the quick turn out of events.

It was evident on Yoongi’s face that he felt a little flustered, avoiding eye contact with anyone, stuttering in between words.

“O-oh”

“Wah daebak” Namjoon couldn’t help but react in surprise, with his hair sticking out in all directions. Hoseok and Jin were quick to pick up from where he left.

“Jinjja? Is it really her?”

“Oh”

“Ya! Jeongmal, why didn’t you tell us! It’s been a month”

Yoongi’s POV

our Y/N

I couldn’t help but roll my eyes, grunting at the back of my head hearing Jin hyung’s preposterous choice of words.

“I didn’t think it was something I had to announce” I said plainly, opening the fridge, taking the water pitcher out. They all began pausing, staring at me as if waiting for another explanation.

“So......did you get to talk to each other?” Started Jimin after clearing his throat to break the silence.

I nodded, pouring water into my glass.

“Jinjja?! Waaah! Aigoooo Min Yoongi” Jin hyung slowly started clapping his hands with eyes closed and head swaying from side to side.

“She told me to get lost” I said back with a glare.

“Ehhh?!??” The maknae line shreiked in unison.

“Did she really, hyung?” Asked Jungkook

“Oh”

Before the air of awkwardness dragged further between the seven of us, I felt the need to walk back towards my room, not having the need to say anything else. Sleep sounded much better than meaningless conversations such as this.

“Geureom”

“Ah chakaman hyung. Before I forget, drop by the office today before noon. Manager Hobeom wants you to pick out a suit for tonight.”

“Oh” I answered with my back facing towards Namjoon.

“Suit?” I heard Jimin’s fading voice in a whisper before stepping inside my door.

“It’s their premier night this evening.”

—

Y/N’s POV

Seven stacks of scripts, contracts, notices and everything else in between. Nothing else but those seemed to have occupied my desk leaving absolutley no space even for a cup of coffee. It’s unacceptable how time runs ridiculously fast.

“Come in” I said, my eyes not leaving the fourth packet I had just picked up, addressing the knock on my door.

“Gwajang-nim, you should probably start heading home. You won’t have much time to prepare for the premier.”

Wanting to ignore the reminder Soojin had just given me, something else instantly came to mind. The lunchbox she had brought me four hours ago sat on the same spot she had left them. I tried to act normal in hopes she wouldn’t notice but soon enough she did.

“You haven’t even touched your food. Again.” She said in a stern, disappointed voice.

“Is it lunch time already?” I tried to act stupid, fully aware that it’s ten minutes past four in the afternoon.

“Eonnie.” The fact that she addressed me in that manner at work was more than enough to bring me to her attention.

“Mianhae, Soojinssi. I got carried away with work again.” I gave her a weak smile, trying to pacify the dismay she felt towards me.

“Jeongmal. What am I going to do with you?” She sighed, arms crossed and head swinging from side to side.

“If it makes anything better, I’ll start heading home to prepare for tonight”

“Ya. At least take a bite of the kimbap. Your gown was already delivered to your house earlier.”

“Arasso. Komawo”

—

Having consumed two glasses of champagne, I thought I’d feel less bewildered with the news I just got from Chairman Byeon himself. Apparently, a big meeting was held in the higher office today, discussing about Park In Jung’s alleged money laundering investigation. They had evidence to confirm his abomination from left and right, forcing them to come up with the decision to fire him. Another meeting will be held next week, announcing his termination from the project and my promotion. Chairman Byeon just thought it was a good idea to give me a heads up. Or not. Ever since that conversation happened, my stomach started feeling ill, I felt hot flushes creep all over my back towards my neck. Frankly, the sudden shift of events made me very uncomfortable. I couldn’t swallow the sense of responsibilty I’m about to be handed. What happens if I screw up? I might ruin the whole production.

“Would you like another glass, maam?” I shook my head gently, coming back from the harrowing conversations I was having with myself.

“De.” I muttered in unison with another female’s voice, failing to notice her hand grabbing on the same glass I laid my fingers on.

“Joesonghamnida” releasing my grip on the glass, I looked up to apologize.

“Y/N”

There was no need to register anything, like a natural instinct, which I thought would have faded over the years, my throat began to dry, and my tongue curled almost unwanting to speak. But I did anyway.

“Long time no see” I said bitterly, with no intention of sounding so.

“What brings you here?” She asked, failing to hide the slight belligerence in her tone.

“I’m the Supervising Producer for this show” like her tone of voice, the surprise in her eyes too was just as unsubtle.

“Ah. Chughahae”

“What brings you here, Suran?” 

Believe me, I don’t know why I asked either.

“Yoongi-yah asked me to come. I was thinking why he didn’t mention you when he called me for the invite.”

Whether or not she was doing this on purpose, I couldn’t seem to pin point what her intentions were of even bringing that up. Was that supposed to affect me in anyway?

“Geureom. Enjoy the rest of the night.”

There was no point in going on with the conversation so I ended it and walked away, dragging myself towards the open balcony of the venue. I needed some fresh air. My eyes were distracted at the sight of city lights, covering the entire landscape of Seoul.

“Yeppuda” I said to myself.

“They are”

Hearing a man’s voice from behind, I turned, leaning my back on the balcony and having the entire hallway in clear view.

“Aren’t you cold?” He asked, savoring the view of the lights I was admiring awhile ago.

“The cold doesn’t bother me. At least not anymore.” I answered, allowing my eyes to wander along the crowd in front of me.

“Do you really not remember me?” he asked so calmly while I eyed Suran from feets apart, she was with Yoongi.

“How can I not remember you when you’re doing it again?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He said, acting oblivious.

“Jooheonssi, I’m not very fond of flowers. Not when I was an intern years back, and definitely not now. Those flowers you’ve been sending to my office will rot in there, eventually.” Going around the bush would do no good for men, I’ve realized this over the years. I had no choice but to be blunt and straightforward.

“How did you know it was me back then? We barely even made conversation” He asked. I continued to gaze on Yoongi and Suran laughing, talking. They were so casual with each other.

“Women have a strong instinct for things. Especially if something odd is going on—“ My eyes couldn’t detach themselves from what they were seeing. I took the last three sips of alcohol in my glass in one gesture, the image of Suran moving closer to whisper something in Yoongi’s ear constantly appearing, even with my eyes closed.

“—I followed my instinct. And I was right” I said, slowly taking a step towards the exit.

“Chakaman.” I felt a gentle grip on my wrist, which I freed myself from almost instantly.

“Joesonghamnida. I don’t feel so good.”

I left, not even sparing him one last glance.

Perhaps it was the alcohol. Perhaps not. But it seems like the demons I tried to burry a long time ago didn’t want to be forgotten after all.

—

Days went by faster than ever, today marked exactly a week since the turn over of positions between the production team. Park In Jung’s dismissal from the project caused a lot of controversies not just with the board members, but the crew, the sponsors and of course, In Jung himself. Needless to say, he didn’t take the situation very well. Not only was his reputation ruined, but the money he had to return to the sponsoring companies, let alone the long list of lawsuits he could possibly face soon. 

Y/N, on the other hand, has been struggling to keep up with things that were new to her. And that didn’t only apply to the technical aspects of the job, there had been a lot of prejudice against her for being a woman, first and foremost. Her young age was another issue. People never failed to compare her to In Jung who was well branded in the industry, with over thirty years of experience on the feild and theory-wise. They couldn’t seem to grasp the idea of having a young lady with an unknown background and rookie experience to take over what In Jung left. 

Sadly, Y/N herself too, didn’t think otherwise. Especially with the erratic, disorganized, unsystematic turn out of things since her supervision.

Yoongi’s POV

Above all the things I wouldn’t be willing to waste my time and patience on, incompetence and amateurism came first. Everything went by smoothly during Park In Jung’s Supervision. But I can’t say the same for Y/N. And I’m sure most people in here have a lot to say about that too. In a span of one week she had fired two of her staff, blaming them for their own incompetence and lack of effort towards their work. It made no sense to the rest of us. Those people hadn’t caused us any problems since the start of the production. Her unnecessary cuts and interferance with the Directors and other staff had established a significant amount of stress onto the entire team working on site.

“Cut, cut!—“ for the eleventh time in less than thirty minutes, she announces.

“Jinjja, can you please be more lively? We don’t have all day” every pair of eyes avoided hers, trying to hide their sour faces, not wanting to cause any more trouble.

“We won’t have all day if you keep making unecessary cuts” mummbled one of the contestants, who happened to have forgotten about the microphone attached on his body, announcing the remark he had made for everyone to hear.

“Mwo rago yo?” She said, leaving her original spot, advancing towards the young boy who was turning pale at the mistake he had made.

“Don’t they teach you manners before they send you here?” The disappearing distance between them horrified the poor boy. He could barely keep his head up.

“J-jo-joesonghamnida”

“Do you want to stay in this production?”

With what she had said, I felt a sudden urge to walk up to her and stop her from all this nonesense.

“P-please, don’t kick me out. I-I’m begging you” begged the young boy who was on the verge of tears.

“Jeongmal. Do you really think begging will do you any good at this point?”

“P-please maam....this is my last chance to prove myself. If I get kicked out from here, my company will fire me. My parents have invested all their money to send me here...please” disregarding the number of people standing in front of him, without considering his pride or dignity any longer, the poor boy knelt down in tears, begging.

My eyes grew in shock, not believing the reality of the situation. I’ve had enough of this nonesense.

“That doesn’t change a th—“

“That’s enough.” Halfway through my attempts towards Y/N. Lee Jooheon was already standing behind her, his hands gently patting on her shoulder. One that she shrugged off unforgivingly. Daehan, one of the producers, assisted the boy up, taking him to the back, furthest away from her.

“Please mind your own business.” She said.

“Drink this. It might help you calm down” replied Jooheon, passing her an opened water bottle from the side.

“I said mind your own business.”

It wasn’t her voice, because she wasn’t yelling, but the sound of the bottle which landed harshly on the floor, followed by water splatter that disturbed everyone even more.

Realizing what she had done, she immediately walked out, leaving Jooheon startled.

Never in my whole life have I ever encountered a person as horrible as this. Eyeing where she had headed to, I followed quickly, wanting to talk to her in private. As I started closing in the gap between her back and I, I noticed her taking bigger steps, attempting to flee away from my presence. I wasn’t going to let her.

I grabbed her arm, gentle enough to avoid hurting her but harsh enough to stop her.

“Let go of me!”

I did what I was told, releasing my grip from her arm.

“What is wrong with you?” that questioned seemed to have caught her attention as she glued her eyes to mine. Something she hadn’t done in a long, long time.

“Excuse me?” If only looks could kill, I wouldn’t have a second to spare. But I wanted to deliver what I needed to say.

“All this time I thought you’ve changed that attitude of yours. I was wrong, you haven’t changed a bit. You’re still so careless, unreasonable. So selfish. Jeongmal, you can’t even be professional in front of your people. How do you expect them to respect you when you don’t even have any respect for yourself?”

Y/N’s POV

Unbelievable. How dare he talk to me in this manner? I waited for him to finish, saving all the things I needed to say until he was done with his own.

“Don’t you ever dare compare me to who I was in the past. You have no idea what I’ve gone through to get to where I am right now—“

Heavy, seething breaths came out from me in between.

“—What right do you have to talk about my past or present when you’ve done nothing significant to contribute to it?”

“Mwo rago yo?” His hands had travelled from his pockets to his hips, face sour as he said those words.

“You may have fed me, clothed me, and supposedly ‘cared’ for me in the past. Those are things any normal person can do without requiring much sacrifice. Especially for entitled people like you. But ask yourself Yoongi....have you ever done anything beyond those?”

“You knew why I had to end things with you, Y/N. Don’t act like you don’t.” It was irritating how he said it so calmly, just like before.

“Geurae. I was toxic. I was lazy. I spent most of your money, if not all, ruined your reputation more than necessary—“

“—but I loved you—“

I took a quick pause, not to get myself together, but just to breathe for a second.

“—you know what the difference is between the both of us?—“

“—I was there for you through the worst days of your life. When you were yelling and not calm, when you were slacking more than succeeding. Even when you were tired and barely paid attention to me. When your so called career was only on thin ice, with cracks in almost every corner of it. I was there for you through it all.....you, on the other hand—“

“—tossed me on the streets like garbage.”

His expressions were unreadable. But I didn’t care to understand them anyway. I only wanted to say what I should’ve told him a long time ago.

“Do you even know what sacrifices I had to make just to stay by your side?—“

“—Even just once, did you ever come to think of how hard I struggled for you too?—“

A disappointing yet satisfied smirk curled upon my lips.

“—I thought so.”

—

After the confrontation Yoongi and I had, I didn’t find any reason to stay on site, I need rest until the morning. Soojin had called it a day, announcing that the shoot will continue tomorrow.

My head was throbbing mercilessly, and my body ached to be laid down and eased, yet, somehow, I couldn’t. So I got up, dragging every unwiling part of my body towards the storage room at the back, grabbing one of the boxes I had kept at the top shelf. I took off the lid as soon as I sat it on top of my bedside table, revealing a bundle of letters and pictures that had been untouched for five years. Going through the bundle of letters, scanning through each piece of stationary paper until I found the one I was looking for.

“This”

Opening the letter slowly, my heart sank, remembering the state I was in while writing this. The handwriting was barely recongizeable, some of the letters were smudged; the ones on which my tears fell on. I cleared my throat unecessarily as I started reading the letter in silence.

“..........even during the last moments of us being together, there was nothing else I could say except that I loved you still. There was so much that I kept inside, so much that I still wanted to tell you but in the end, could not. For now, I only have one wish; someday, somehow, if the world is kind enough...I hope our paths will cross again, so I have a chance to say this, the things I failed to tell you;

Goodbye, my love. I hope I see you again when time is better for the both of us

And if not—then, this, the things I hope to tell you;

Hello, my love. I hope the world is kinder to us this time.”

I stared at this piece of paper with nothing but empty, foolish words. What was I thinking? Was thinking even done at all? 

Andwae. Who was I to blame for denying the reality of what was happening before my very eyes? 

I knew then, and I know now....the world wasn’t always kind enough.

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Muthoot Finance reports 13% yoy drop in Q2 PAT to ₹867 cr. Details here

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Muthoot Finance reports 13% yoy drop in Q2 PAT to ₹867 cr. Details here

Muthoot Finance reported a net profit of ₹867.2 crore for the quarter ending September 30, 2022 (Q2FY23) period compared to a profit of ₹994.01 crore a year same quarter — registering a decline of 12.76%. However, sequentially, the Q2 PAT climbed by 8.13% from ₹802 crore in June 2022 quarter. Net interest income (NII) stood at ₹1,595 crore in Q2FY23 also declining by 13.8% from ₹1,851 crore in Q2 of FY22.

In the second quarter, its total expenses stood at ₹1,342.14 crore compared to ₹1,493.56 crore in Q2FY22.

Further, in Q2FY23, the company garnered revenue of ₹2,497.73 crore compared to ₹2,830.43 crore in Q2 of the previous fiscal. In Q1FY23, the company posted a revenue of ₹2,503.86 crore.

For the first half of FY23 (H1), the company posted a net profit of ₹1,669.22 crore versus ₹1,965.16 crore in the corresponding period of the previous year. Meanwhile, revenue from operations came in at ₹5,001.59 crore against ₹5,544.22 crore in H1FY22.

On a consolidated basis, the company’s loan assets under management grew 6% YoY to Rs. 64,356 crore in H1FY23 as against ₹60,919 crore last year. During the quarter, consolidated Loan Assets under management increased by ₹912 crores i.e. an increase of 1% QoQ. Consolidated Profit after tax for H1 FY23 stood at ₹1,727 crore as against ₹1,981 crore last year. Consolidated Profit after tax for Q2 FY23 increased by 9% QoQ at ₹902 crore as against ₹825 crore in Q1 FY23.

George Jacob Muthoot, Chairman stated, “ The contribution of our subsidiaries to the overall consolidated AUM remain at 11%. Our Microfinance Subsidiary, Belstar has registered a remarkable YoY Loan growth of 53% with AUM at ₹5138 crore. We are also witnessing improved collections across microfinance, vehicle finance, and home loans. We continue to monitor these sectors for emerging opportunities with an objective to drive a balanced business growth.”

Further, George Alexander Muthoot, Managing Director said, ” Our gold loan AUM stood at ₹56,501 crore registering a YOY growth of 3% and a slight QoQ growth. The standalone profit after tax increased by 8% QoQ for Q2 FY23 at ₹867 crore. Though we were able to migrate teaser loans to higher rates, full impact transformation will take few more quarters. Further despite the rising interest rate scenario, we were able to maintain our borrowing cost at 7.98% for Q2FY23.

Muthoot Finance opened 24 branches in Q2 FY23.

Going forward, the MD added “in the coming quarters, we expect the borrowing cost to remain in that range mainly due to the positive impact on account of retirement of ECB amounting to USD450million in October 2022 which carried a high cost. We expect that our improved focus on loan disbursements and recovery measures as well as borrowing cost will enable us to maintain NIM around 11-12%. We continue to invest in our various digital initiatives along with our Gold loan@home service. We will continue to work on strengthening our growth strategy with focus on branch expansion and digital strategy.”

On BSE, Muthoot Finance shares closed at ₹1,105.35 apiece lower by 1.18%. The stock has an intraday high and low of ₹1,133.30 apiece and ₹1,097.55 apiece earlier in trading hours.

Muthoot Finance has a market cap of ₹44,372.76 crore.

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10th Higher Education Summit by CEGR Inaugurated

New Delhi: “A proper education sets people up to grow personally, professionally, and socially. It can awaken joy, curiosity and a deep desire to solve problems and help others. Plus, teaching a student can inspire them to pursue leadership roles and positively impact those around them,” said Dr. Sandeep Marwah National President of CEGR addressing the audience with opening remarks at the 10th Higher Education Summit on the occasion of 10th Foundation Day of CEGR

“I welcome you all to the 10th foundation day of CEGR- Centre for Education Growth and Research and also the 10th Higher Education Summit where best of the brains from all over India are going to speak out their heart and vast experience in education industry. Education is one thing no one can take away from you Education is the key that unlocks the golden door to freedom. ,” added Dr. Marwah also Chancellor of AAFT University.

The grand opening took place at Hotel Shangri-La with the presence of Mentor CEGR Prof. K.K.Aggarwal Chairman National Board of Accreditation, Prof. R.K.Soni Advisor AICTE, Dr. Buddha Chandrashekhar Chief Coordinating Officer AICTE, Dr. Ramesh Unnikrishnan Advisor AICTE, Dr. Neeraj Saxena Advisor AICTE, Dr. Biswajit Saha Director Central Board of Secondary Education and Padma Shri Prof. G.D. Yadav Emeritus Professor of Eminence Institute of Chemical Technology.

Other important dignities who spoke on the occasion were Mohit Soni CEO MESC & NSDC, Prof. Balvir S Tomar Chancellor NIMS University, Dr. Harpreet Singh Saluja Chancellor SAM Global University, Er. B.S. Yadav Chancellor IES University, Anant Soni Pro Chancellor AKS University, Dr. Somnath Patil Secretary Dr D Y Patil Vidyapeeth Pune, Dr. Sanjay B Chordiya Chairman Suryadatta Group of Institutes, Dr. Sandeep Pachpande Chairman ASM Group of Institutes and Manish Kothari Founder & MD ISBR Business School.

The summit had three more technical sessions attended by large number of educationists from all over India. Later some of the prominent people were awarded for their contribution to education industry. The event was coordinated by dynamic Ravish Roshan Director CEGR who also presented vote of thanks.

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“My father is a fake Second Coming Messiah” – Sung-jin Moon sent out letters in 1974

▲ Sung-jin Moon graduated from Kyunghee University's Department of History in 1969. 

Sung-jin was the first son of Sun Myung Moon. His mother was Choi Seon-gil who divorced Moon on January 8, 1957. 

Sung-Jin was born in Seoul in April 1946 and was abandoned by his father, Sun Myung Moon in June 1946 when Moon moved to Pyongyang. Wife and son next met Moon in Busan six years later when she tracked him down. A couple of years later Moon took Sung-jin away from his mother and, as far as is known, they never met again. 

Sung-jin was uncomfortable with being given a new ‘mother,’ Hak Ja Han in 1960, who was just three years older than himself. 

Seon-gil Choi had a strong Christian faith and could never accept Moon’s heretical ideas and his pikareum sex rituals. It is thought she died in 2008.

In 1973 Moon married Sung-jin to Dong-sook. There is evidence that she was his half sister. LINK

▲ Sun Myung Moon and Dong-sook resemble each other.

One year after their marriage, in 1974, Sung-jin wrote this letter.

Updated November 16, 2020

Translated from the Korean text (see below).

extract from the book, The Identity of Moon Sun Myung by Kim Myung-hui who was a 430 ‘Blessed Couple’:

In 1974, Seong-jin Moon was the protagonist of the significant “Letter Incident”, in which he personally sent an important personal letter of explanation from Japan, to ten of the leaders in the 36 blessed couples.


The content of the letter was, “My Father, whom you are following, is not the Second Coming Jesus Christ, so it is better for you to go on your own way. It is not too late for you to make your own future.”


The letter caused an emergency at the Unification Church headquarters, and they scrambled to retrieve the letters from each in the group of leaders who had received one.


Immediately after the incident, the former Association chairman, Won-pil Kim, came to South Korea. The case of the letter incident was somewhat resolved by giving the excuse, “Mr. Seong-jin Moon was just trying to test your faith”.


After Seong-jin graduated from Kyunghee University’s Department of History in 1969, he married Dong-sook Kim in Japan on July 18, 1973. [It was asserted that] she was the daughter of Won-pil Kim (a former president of the Il-Hwa pharmaceutical company). On May 2, 1976, their son was born in San Francisco, USA, and he was given the name “Shin-il nim” (信一님).


Seong-jin was blocked at Gimpo Airport, Seoul, in 1974 because of his Korean military service duty, and I wonder how he did manage to leave the country after that.

[It seems that he has mainly lived in Japan. Sung-jin has rarely been seen at official church functions. Dong-sook has attended some since the deaths of Hyo-jin and Sun Myung Moon. She visited him in hospital during his final days.]

 ▲ Moon married Sung-jin and Dong-sook in Tokyo on July 18, 1973

It has been reported that Dong-sook’s mother died before 1960, and therefore the wife of Kim Won-pil could not be her real mother since Chung Dal-ok lived until October 4, 2000. Dong-sook’s mother may have been a member of the Yang family, and there is some resemblance between Dong-sook and the Yangs who joined the Moon church in about 1953-54.

▲ Choi Seon-gil in about 1955. She was matched to Moon as a teenager. Moon told her he was a graduate of Waseda University. Years later she discovered that Moon had lied to her. Moon never graduated from anywhere. LINK

우리 아버지는 가짜 재림주다 

문 성진은 1974년 일본에서 36가정 중 10인의 간부에게 개인별로 사신 (私信) 을 띄운 중요한 “편지사건” 을 일으켰다.

「당신들이 따르고 있는 우리 아버지는 재림주가 아니므로 각자의 앞길을 찾아 지금이라도 늦지 않으니 각자 갈길을 가는 것이 좋겠다」는 내용의 편지였다.

통일교본부에서는 이 편지 때문에 비상이 걸렸고 각자 간부들이 받은 편지를 회수하느라고 야단들이었다.

그 후 즉시로 전 재단이사장 김 원필씨가 한국으로 왔다.

「성진씨가 당신들의 신앙을 시험해 보기 위난 것」이라는 변명 아닌 변명으로 편지사건은 일단 수습이 되었다.

성진은 1969년도에 경희대학교 사학과를 졸업한 후 김 원필 (전 일화제약 사 장) 씨의 딸 김 동숙 (金 東淑) 과 [1973년] 7월 18일 일본에서 결혼식을 올렸다.

1976년 5월 2일 미국 샌프란시스코애서 득남하여 아이의 이름은 “信一님” 이 라고 명명했다. 성진은 1974년 출국시에 김포공항에서 병역미필로 출국제지를 당했는 데 그후 어떻게 해서 출국했는 지 궁금하다.

From the book by Kim Myung-hui:

문선명의 정체

The Identity of Moon Sun Myung

통일교와 문선명의 정체

The Identity of Sun Myung Moon and the Unification Church

published in Korea in March 1987, and again in November 1989.

(page 343)

LINK to the Korean book

LINK to English information about this book

Dong-sook listed as a ‘True Child’

Moon’s first wife, Choi Seon-gil, and Kim Deok-jin interviewed

The Choi family’s entanglements with Moon

The six ‘wives’ of Sun Myung Moon

Sun Myung Moon – Restoration through Incest

Bo Hi Pak declared he was leaving the UC and tore up his application form in a leader’s meeting

“그는 가짜 메시아，사기꾼에 불과하다” – 홍난숙

野錄 統一敎會史 (세계기독교 통일신령협회사) – 1 .    박 정 화 외2인 지음 (前 통일교창립위원)

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Salvation

Chapter 1: No Big Steps

Jia reaches the airport and finds a car waiting for her, she remembers her uncle telling her that he’d send his driver to pick her up. She texted her uncle after reaching home. Collapsing on the bed, she let out a long sigh. She missed her room. She missed her home. “Urghh…jet lag.” She started to wonder how the chairman would be, from what she has heard, he was a total maniac, ruthless, egotistic and had a bad temper. She had to be careful around this one, she could not let her plans go south just in the beginning after all.

 She woke up as her alarm rang at 8 in the morning, she still had to get used to the time zone difference and set a new sleep schedule, but today was important and comfort was a second concern. She took a shower and put on a black dress with zebra stripes, burgundy-coloured boots and a black hat. She finished her look with a gold chain necklace and with a bold makeup. After taking her sling bag, she stepped out of her room and found her uncle setting some side dishes on the dining table.

“Samchon!” She yelled in a jolly and excited voice, as if she was a child again and hugged her uncle.

“Good Morning, Jia. I have missed you so much. See, all your favourite dishes.”

Jia looked at all the dishes on the table in awe, “I have missed you too. WOW, it’s been so long since I had authentic Korean food! Thank You!”

“Sit down and eat all you want. And why are you all dressed up at 8 in the morning?”

“I want to visit your workplace.”

Seung Hyuk sighed disappointingly. “This is why I forbade you from coming. Didn’t you get a lesson after what happened when you were working against GK? You nearly died. Jiaya, Babel is more dangerous than GK. You don’t know…”

“I know, Samchon. I know very well, that’s why I am doing this. And the part that I don’t know, I will know soon. I can’t sit back forever and let you dive right into an ocean full of sharks.”

“Jia..look.”

“Please, don’t stop me. I promise I’ll be more careful this time. Trust me.”

“What exactly are you trying to do?”

“Well, for now, I just need to know this company well. No big steps. Also, I need to meet Cha Young, I missed her so much.” Cha Young and Jia were very close friends, but Jia cut contacts with her after the GK incident happened. She wanted to lie low for some time.

“Cha Young..does not work in Wusang anymore. It is a long story.”

“Okay..do you know where does she work now? I will just go there.”

“I know, but if you want to work in Babel, you can’t be friends with Cha Young. She’s fighting against them.”

“Suddenly? Something really bad must have happened. Now, I definitely need to see her. Don’t worry about Babel. I know how to con people; I did learn things from GK.”

“Fine, fine. Do whatever you want, it’s not like you are going to listen to me anyway.”

 They leave for Wusang after having breakfast and as soon as Jia sets foot in the company, she sees a guy stumbling around sheepishly, carrying a black backpack and few papers in his hands.

“Oh, Good Morning, Boss. Ms. Choi is looking for you, she is very angry. Vincenzo is onto something again.”

“Uhh…okay I’ll go see her. Jia, you can take a look around.”

“Don’t worry, Boss. I’ll accompany her.” He said with an innocent smile.

“Jia, don’t do anything stupid without informing me.” Seung Hyuk said with a grimace, he did not want to leave her alone with Han Seok but if he refused now, it would only create more suspicion.

“I’ll be alright, Samchon. You should go now.”

Jia looked at the guy who was still smiling, “So, what’s your name?”

“Jang Jun Woo. Nice to meet you.” He extended his hand and surprisingly, he was good at English, his accent sounded American.

“Han Jia.” Jia shook his hand firmly. “Did you live abroad?”

“Oh..yes…I studied in New York. By the way, what should I call you? You seem younger but I don’t want to talk informaly.” He made a pout and said, “Boss will kill me.”

“Just call me Jia. He won’t kill you.” Jia said while laughing.

“Are you going to join Wusang? I heard you have been a legal advisor.”

“Nope. I am going to join Babel.”

“B...Babel?” Jun Woo stuttered.

“Why are you so shocked? Do you think I’m not good enough?”

“No..no no..it’s just..Babel is very demanding, and the CEO is kind of…”

“I know. I have heard things. Words and rumours don’t really scare me though.”

“Wow! You really are one of a kind. What position will you apply for?”

“The chairman’s P.A.”

“Isn’t being a P.A. too low a post for you?”

“We have just met. Are you a spy or a detective or something? C’mon now, don’t spoil the mood by mentioning work. You are supposed to show me around.”

“Umm, sorry. I did not mean to offend you, I’m not very good at socializing.” He said with the sheepish smile again.

She nodded and gave him a pat on the shoulder, “Don’t worry.”

   Later at night, Han Seok told Han Seo to give Jia the post of his Personal Secretory without interviewing her.

“Okay, Hyung Nim. Is she your acquaintance?”

“I am trying to find that out. It would be great if she is, and if she’s not. I’ll make her one. Can’t let go of a GK employee.”

“I don’t..really understand. Do you already know her?”

“Oh, my poor brother, if you understood everything you wouldn’t be my puppet. Don’t think too much, hmm?” He said while mocking his brother, like he always did. “For now, just know that she is Mr. Han’s niece. Also, keep a close eye on her.”

Han Seo nodded in agreement, but his heart and mind disagreed. This incessant war between what he wanted to do and what he did has been going on since he was young. Alas! He had no choice.