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The Voice: A Sequel to Hwarang
The young king wandered into the forest. Grief ripping his heart apart. He had just placed himself upon the throne. Finally coming forward after years in hiding. But he was all alone now. Not even his mother wanted to acknowledge him. And a whole council opposed his ascent. He had come to the forest to breathe. And to think. And to search his heart for answers that he was fairly certain were not in there. But as he entered the heart of the forest, a gentle voice was suddenly carried to him on the wings of a soft breeze. A voice with which – at first – he thought he was familiar. The voice of his good friend. The storyteller. The woman to whom he had foolishly given his heart. Foolishly because she loved another. Seon Woo had stolen her breath. She clearly adored the only man that the king had ever considered his friend. Her lover was not a servant. He was the king’s equal. In more ways than one, it seemed. For he too – as it turned out – was also an heir to the throne that Jin Heung was trying to claim. And this man had claimed it first. His hand forced when the girl they both loved had been threatened by a neighboring king. At that time, Jin Heung had believed his friend had claimed kingship simply to save her from dying. But some corner of the man’s heart must have recognized that he was royalty – and not the commoner he’d grown up believing he was – for he had stepped forward with alacrity and faced that formidable king with courage. Fearlessly, in fact. Challenging him to a private duel. The outcome of which would determine the fates of them all. And it had. Though, not quite in the way he had believed it would. They’d still had to break the girl out of prison and run for their lives. Only to face that foreign king across a field. But, thankfully, at the very last moment – when all had seemed lost – the hwarang had arrived to save them. Perhaps Jin Heung had more friends than he’d once believed possible. He blew out a deep breath. He just wasn’t sure. For he knew that Seon Woo despised him. Believing that the king had killed his best friend. Only – it wasn’t true. But Jin Heung had never denied it. Maybe that was the problem. But that voice – the one which he thought he had recognized – was floating on the air still, wrapping around him comfortingly but with a story that was all too familiar. How did she know…? “The noble king was beloved. Of his subjects, at least. And he adored his tiny son. He would often dangle him upon his knees. And rest the weight of his crown upon that wee head. And receive his son’s affection in return. “But late one night when the boy was still a small child, the council that despised his appa came for that life. The king was found dead in his bed, his blood soaking the sheets, turning them crimson with angst.
Moonflower
He hated being king. He had never wanted this role. It was supposed to have been his elder brother’s responsibility. But then the “accident” had happened. Three months ago, all the pressures of the kingdom had fallen on his slender shoulders. He was quite young. Not yet twenty years old. But that hadn’t mattered one whit. A kingdom needed a king. It didn’t care how many years that king had graced the earth. Only that he ascended the throne and took the kingdom in hand. His royal advisors expected much from him. They expected him to dress the part of the king. So they’d provided him with a long wig that had been pulled back to form a topknot on his head. He hated the heavy, hot contraption. And it was bright blond.
My Eldest Son
The sunlight streaming through the window woke me up. I rolled over in bed and glanced at the clock. 7:32. Ugh. Really? Time to get up already? I need my morning BTS fix to convince me it’s worth it to crawl out of bed. To face four gorgeous kids and a mountain of schoolwork. I open my phone. WHAT?!! Where is my usual background? Wait. Jungkook is still there, but so are my kids! What?! Why is Jungkook with my kids? I don’t remember photoshopping him into any of our family pictures! (Although I often call him my eldest son). The kids must have been messing with my phone. I grin as I stare at the picture. How wonderful it would be to have Kookie as my son! Hmm. As I gaze at the picture, I realize my daughter must have used an older photo of Kookie. He looks about sixteen here. But I’ve never seen this photo. Where did she find it? I open my Instagram to check in with my boys. The beautiful Bangtan Boys. All seven of them. Some new pictures have loaded. I grin as I scroll through photos of Namjoon and Yoongi together. There’s Tae and Jimin sitting side by side, an arm thrown around the other as the best friends grin at the camera. Now Hobi and Jin, both revealing a worldwide handsome smile. Then a pic of the six of them. Wait? Where’s Jungkook? I begin to scroll through old posts. Posts that I know once contained Jungkook. He’s not there! Frantically, I begin to google BTS. Up pops picture after picture of six young men. Jungkook is not in a single one. Then I begin reading an article about the band, the SIX Bangtan Boys. SIX?! What did y’all do with Jungkook? I’m feeling a little nauseated. Am I hallucinating? Maybe I’m dreaming. If I am, this is a nightmare. Or at least I think it is. Then there’s a knock on my bedroom door, and the voice of my eldest son floats through the wooden barrier to my waiting ears. What’s going on with Everett? His voice sounds lower. It’s a beautiful voice. It sounds familiar. But it doesn’t belong to an eleven-year-old. “Mom? Can I come in?” I’m dressed, so I tell him to enter. My eldest son walks in, and my mouth hits the floor as my eyes bug out of my head. I’ve found him! Here he is! In the flesh! Claiming to be my flesh and blood. My eyes travel from his head to his toes. First, I notice his beautiful face. Those long, dark locks are trying to hide his eyes from me, but those obsidian orbs are shining out to me still. His straight nose rounds off at the tip to meet the lovely divot above his lips. He grins at me, and his top lip nearly disappears, yet the bottom one is still visible. My eyes quickly take in his black T-shirt and shorts then his bare calves and feet. My eyes fly back up to Jungkook’s face. He is standing in my bedroom calling me “Mom”! I must be dreaming, or this is some amazingly elaborate practical joke!
In Our Next Lives
Two months. She had two months left to live. His eyes flooded with tears the second she told him the news. Her parents couldn’t afford the surgery. Her only other option was to make the most of life until time ran out for her. She couldn’t tell him that part. Surely he’d work himself dead to pay for it. “That…that’s it? They’re not even going to try to save you?” “There’s nothing they can do, Tae…” Angry and sad tears mixed in a flow down his face. “All right…the next two months will be the best two months of your life, then.” He smiled sadly. “It’s all right…what did we expect? Brain tumors are hard to treat…” “It’s not ok!” He sobbed suddenly. “How will I live without you?” Nia frowned and pulled him into a hug. “I promise…we’ll meet in our next lives, ok?” Tae continued to sob into her shoulder. How could he wait that long?
A Land Beyond the Palm Trees
Growing up, my father always told me about the mysterious Alba. We lived in Chanda. More specifically, Aine, Chanda. Aine was an island that was nearly entirely sand. There were many other islands connecting to the main one, but you had to sail to others. Surrounding the islands was a vast ocean that stretched for as far as you could see. My father told me not to sail too far out on the ocean, though. Everyone who went over the horizon never returned. There was a forest of palm trees at one end of the main island. Everyone I met told me to never enter the forest. My father explained that that was where the entrance Alba was. No one from Chanda could cross over into Alba, and no one from Alba could cross into Chanda. Alba was a land of snow and ice. That was all anyone knew of it. A myth had spread that once upon a time, Alba and Chanda were one kingdom. Most people believed this couldn’t possibly be true. We lived in the scorching heat, and Alba had temperatures as low as it could get.
Chasing Your Face
“Minaaaaaaaa! Get up! We have to leave for school in half an hour!” Nina smacked her twin sister in the face with a pillow. “Ugh…you know I can get ready in five minutes…give me twenty more minutes!” Mina shoved Nina away. “Mina! C’mon! Tae’s gonna be here to pick us up and you need to be ready!” Mina reacted to the mention of her boyfriend. “Ugh…fine.” She sat up. “I’ll be out in a minute.” Nina headed out to the kitchen to get some breakfast. Mina joined her a few minutes later, her long, dark hair now pulled back into a braid. “I can’t believe it’s our last year of school,” Nina commented as she made her lunch for the day. Mina simply hummed in response as she poured milk into her cereal bowl. “Maybe you’ll finally find a boyfriend this year,” she teased. “Shut up. You know you got lucky finding Tae so soon.” Nina grinned. “You’re twenty three minutes older, though. Shouldn’t you have found a boyfriend first?” Nina chucked a bag of apples at Mina. “Pack your lunch.”
Hold Me Tight
Jin blinked his eyes open. He looked down at little Kookie who was nestled between two pillows next to him. He was still sound asleep. Jin climbed out of bed after making sure Kookie was secured between the pillows. He headed out to the living room, expecting to find the younger twins playing with their toys. But the living room was spotless. That was odd. They were usually awake by now. He headed back to their room, opening the door gently. “Tae…? Jiminie…?” Jin’s eyes traveled to the large bed in the middle of the room. Two piles of fluffy black hair were sticking out of from under the sheets. Jin crept over to the bed before settling himself on the edge of it. He shook Tae, then Jimin. “Babies…time to wake up,” Jin said softly. The only response he got was a protestant whine. He scooted off the bed and knelt next to it. Then he pulled back the blankets. “Nuu…” Jimin whined. Tae simply shivered and clung to Jimin. “Tired, Appa…” Tae mumbled. Then he shivered again. Jin sat back on the bed. He knit his eyebrows together. The twins never slept this late. Especially not Jimin. “Do you two not feel good?” Jin asked, placing his palm on Tae’s forehead. Then on Jimin’s. They were definitely warm.
Mahogany Eyes
Alexis was sitting in her favorite, little ramen joint waiting for her fiancé when she saw him. Her eyes strayed his way momentarily. Though, she would have had a hard time pinpointing what had drawn her attention to him. He wasn’t very tall. Maybe five feet eight inches? Just a few inches taller than herself. He certainly didn’t reach the Herculean heights of her fiancé, a man who topped out at somewhere around four inches past six feet. Still, something about this man caused her eyes to alight on his still figure as he stood in line preparing to order some dinner. She would have studied that bent head longer, but Frederick suddenly appeared before her, capturing her attention. “Hey,” he greeted her as he slipped into a chair across the table from her. “Did you order for me?” She simply stared at him for a moment. “No. You never replied to my text. I wasn’t sure what you wanted.” Anger flitted across his face for a moment. “I always order the same thing. Alexis, I can’t believe you didn’t order me dinner. I have to be back at work in half an hour. I could barely find the time to meet with you tonight as it is. Now I’m going to have to spend half of it waiting in that line. Alone.”
