24 Hours

The first thing that Jimin noticed on his twenty-fourth birthday was the melodious song of a bird gracing the air with its breath.  Was it singing him the birthday song?  Even before…

Miss Woong continued to stare at her phone.  All night long she had kept checking it.  Hoping.  Hoping Tae had texted her.  Sent her the link.  An emoji.  Anything.But instead she’d gotten nothing.  Nothing.  A big, fat zero. …

The sun was kissing the morning with kindness, its soft rays just beginning to break through the darkness of the indigo sky that had blessed their sleep of the night…

She had fallen asleep.  At long last.  He had waited patiently.  All night long he had wanted to study her face in the light of the moon.  He bent low over her, his breath…

Eileen lay down on the right side of the blanket, Jimin on the left, so that the wound on his face was near her.  In the moonlight, she could see the…

Tae stared at the lovely girl looking at the skyline of the City of Lights.  It was a beautiful view, he knew.  But right now, he was more captivated by the scenery…

He was seized by a sudden desire to kiss her.  But he knew how unwise that would be.  He was in the middle of Paris, surrounded by people, two ARMYs standing in…

Woong had moved several feet away from Tae.  She was staring up at the Eiffel Tower.  Tae could see tears in her eyes.  But why?  What had he done wrong?   He thought back to the…

The line had suddenly surged forward.  Distracted by the movement around her, Woong had taken a step back, breaking the contact between her forehead and Tae’s.  But their hands were still linked.  The…

Tae looked over at Woong. She was standing only about three feet from him.  She had stopped to look at her phone.  Then she glanced up at him, studying his face for…