HIS LOVE FROM HEAVEN | HALAL FF| JJK

Part 5

Jungkook: "WHAT ARE YOU?"

( He asked her as she frowned, they both locked their eyes for a minute, Jungkook passed by her, walking further inside without a backward glance, leaving her standing outside. Nehal furrowed her brows in frustration, crossing her arms)

Nehal: "Yah! Why are you leaving me here?"

*TIME SKIP*

( Jungkook came from the bathroom after taking a hot shower, wearing his bathrob and drying his wet hair with the towel. He then walked towards his walk in wardrobe and wore a black loose shirt with the same color trouser. He then looked outside of the window and saw her doing something which made him curious and confused at the same time)

Jungkook: "What the hell is she doing now?"

(He noticed her adjusting her hijab carefully, securing it with gentle movements, her under cap still visible as she tucked the fabric around her face with precision. She then took out a small napkin from her bag, placed it on the ground in front of a large tree, and positioned herself in front of it. Standing tall, she raised her hands to her ears and then brought them to her chest, her lips moving softly as she began to recite something, completely immersed)

Jungkook: "What is this nonsense?"

(He muttered under his breath, though he couldn't help but watch her intently. The next moment, he saw her bend forward for ruku, her form steady and graceful, then straighten herself back up. Moments later, she lowered herself to the ground, placing her forehead gently on the napkin in sujood. She repeated these movements with quiet dedication, her actions steady and intentional. When she finally sat back on her knees, her eyes lowered, she recited something softly, her lips barely moving, then turned her head first to the right, then to the left, as if acknowledging someone unseen)

(Jungkook found himself lost, captivated by the calmness she displayed, his irritation fading as his curiosity grew. He hadn't realized how deeply he was watching her until he caught himself, still staring, transfixed by the scene unfolding before him)

Jungkook: "What is this that's so important to her…that she'd ignore the heavy rain and wind just to do it? What could matter that much?"

(As the rain continued to pour, drenching them both, Jungkook stood frozen, unknowingly moved by her unbreakable focus and unwavering devotion)

(Meanwhile, Jiah and Burak both came back, and Burak aggressively sat on the couch, pinching the bridge of his nose as his eyes started to get watery)

Jiah: "Oppa, maybe...maybe this is just what's written in her fate."

Burak: "But it shouldn't have to be. This...all of this...is my fault. My sins are the reason my sister is suffering."

(His voice cracked, the guilt weighing heavily on him. Jiah placed a comforting hand on his shoulder)

Jiah: "No, oppa, don't say that. It's not your fault."

(Burak shook his head, pain etched into his expression)

Burak: "I hate myself, Jiah."

Jiah: "Oppa, please, stop blaming yourself."

Burak: "How can I not? My sister left with a stranger and I... I couldn't do anything to stop it. I never realized how weak I actually am."