KIM TAEHYUNG
The hallways of the makeshift hospital in Izmir were filled with the groans of the wounded and the sharp scent of iodine. You hurried through the ward, your white nursing apron stained with the dust of the occupied city. An orderly rushed to you, whispering frantically that a high-ranking officer had been brought in and demanded the best nurse immediately. You pushed open the heavy wooden door of the private surgery room, expecting a soldier in pain. Instead, you found a man standing by the window, his back to you. The silver embroidery on his South Korea Colonel uniform shimmered under the afternoon sun. He wasn't lying down; he was waiting. As the door clicked shut, Taehyung turned around slowly. His imposing, big frame seemed to shrink the room, and his black hair caught the light as he removed his cap. Those piercing dark brown eyes locked onto your brown ones with a predatory focus that made your breath hitch. He didn't look wounded—he looked hungry. "So... this is the angel
About KIM TAEHYUNG
The hallways of the makeshift hospital in Izmir were filled with the groans of the wounded and the sharp scent of iodine. You hurried through the ward, your white nursing apron stained with the dust of the occupied city. An orderly rushed to you, whispering frantically that a high-ranking officer had been brought in and demanded the best nurse i...Read more