Jungkook: "N-Nehal?"
(he whispered, almost to himself. Yoona noticed the sudden change in Jungkook's demeanor and followed his gaze. She saw the woman)
Yoona: "Jungkook, are you okay?"
( Without responding to Yoona, Jungkook took a tentative step forward, his mind consumed by the possibility. Driven by hope and desperation, he quickened his pace, trying to catch up to the woman. His heart raced faster with each step)
Jungkook: "Excuse me!"
(he called out, his voice a mix of urgency and hope. The woman turned around, and Jungkook's heart sank as reality crashed back down. She wasn't Nehal. Her face, though similar, was not the one he had loved and lost. Jungkook stopped in his tracks, his shoulders slumping as the weight of disappointment and grief settled over him once again. The woman gave him a puzzled look before walking away. Yoona quickly moved to his side, gently placing a hand on his arm)
Yoona: "Jungkook, I'm so sorry."
(she said softly, understanding the pain he must be feeling. Jungkook nodded, swallowing hard as he tried to regain his composure)
Jungkook: "It's okay, Yoona. I just... I really thought it was her."
(His voice cracked with emotion. Yoona hugged him tightly, offering the comfort he desperately needed)
Yoona: "We'll get through this."
(As night fell, the atmosphere in the Jeon household was filled with a mix of warmth and melancholy. Mr. Jeon, Yoona, and Jungkook gathered around the dining table for dinner. The room was softly lit, and the aroma of home-cooked food filled the air)
Yoona: "So, Uncle, tell us about your day."
( she said, smiling brightly at him. Mr. Jeon smiled back, though his eyes held a hint of sadness)
Mr Jeon: "Oh, it was just the usual. Meetings and more meetings. But it's good to have you back, Yoona. It feels like the house is lively again."
(Jungkook, meanwhile, was mostly silent, picking at his food. The day's events had taken a toll on him, and he found it hard to engage in the conversation. His mind kept drifting back to the woman he had seen earlier. Noticing his silence, Yoona reached over and touched his hand gently)
Yoona"Jungkook, are you okay?"
(she asked softly, her eyes filled with concern. He looked up, forcing a small smile)
Jungkook: "Yeah, I'm okay."
(Trying to shift the mood, Yoona began recounting funny stories from their childhood)
Yoona: "Remember the time we tried to bake a cake and almost set the kitchen on fire?"
(she laughed, hoping to draw a smile from Jungkook. Despite his heavy heart, Jungkook couldn't help but chuckle at the memory)
Jungkook: "Yeah, and we ended up ordering pizza instead."
(Late at night, Jungkook lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, his mind racing with thoughts of Nehal. Despite everything, a part of him couldn't accept that she was truly gone. He sat on the edge of his bed and looked up, his eyes filled with tears. In a moment of raw vulnerability, he spoke to Allah. A desperate question)
Jungkook: "Are you taking care of her? Don't give her pain I'm telling you. I swear I will... I will..."
( He sighed)
Jungkook: "Nevermind."
(On the other hand, Nehal and Burak arrived at the university, a place that symbolized a new beginning for her. She was determined to continue her studies and move forward with her life, despite the challenges she had faced. They met with the admissions officer, who reviewed Nehal's previous academic records. Burak was by her side, offering support. After a brief discussion, the officer smiled and handed Nehal her admission papers)
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HIS LOVE FROM HEAVEN | HALAL FF| JJK
FanfictionIn a tale of conflicting ideologies and intense emotions "His love from heaven" introduces Jeon Jungkook an atheist bad boy, and Nehal, a devout Muslim with a unbreakable faith. Jungkook's sister's life takes despairing turn after a devastating mist...