Hubbun.

Who Is She

Writer's pov : (DON'T SKIP IT )

* One thing I want to say, I just noticed that the views on the 11th part ( Where The Journey Begins ) are less than the 12th part ( Are You Guys Dating? ).
So because I posted two parts the same day at the same time, I am afraid that some of you might have skipped that part.
So check it out to confirm. ( Because that part is the most important one, it's the beginning of Jk's Islam journey, and skipping it might makes the story complected for you )....
And one more thing, guys please don't be silent readers, your words matter to me a lot, you won't loose anything by expressing your feelings towards the story, but for me those feelings are sooo much encouraging and powerful enough to grant me the energy to write more, so please vote and comment, don't forget to follow me on Instagram, the link is on my profile.
Sorry for taking your time, now I'll allow you to enjoy the story *

The Story

In the mansion

He woke up a couple of hours later, and to his surprise, there she was, chilling on a chair next to him. He felt this cool sensation on his forehead - an ice pack! As he rose, feeling way better, he gave her a loving gaze tinged with a hint of sadness.

"Should I give up on her, or should I cling to a hope, should I make changes, become the kind of person she's into....."
Little did he know, he was pondering out loud.
"Don't do it," she spoke up, wide awake.

His eyebrow arched in curiosity.

"Don't change for me. It won't do you any favors. If you want to change, do it for yourself. Strive to be a better version of yourself, but not for me. I don't want you converting to Islam for my sake, to win me over, or to marry me. If you choose to convert, do it for yourself. When you're genuinely content and happy with it, then go for it." And with that, it was crystal clear she didn't see a future with him.

With a mix of sadness in his eyes and a broken smile on his lips, he murmured,
"Alright, got it. I'll try to move on, I know that's what you want me to do."

But then swiftly changed the subject,
"But hey, where's my food? I'm starving." He figured it wasn't worth spending their final moments in tears and sorrow.

"Oh, no, I'm sorry. I sent everything to the hospital because I was worried it would go to waste if no one ate it here," she smacked her forehead.

"You even forget my existence now"
"I didn't. I thought you wouldn't eat anything because of your illness," she rolled her eyes.
"Whatever, I'll whip up something else. We've got ramen. Want some?" She said in Korean without realizing the hidden meaning.

(라면 먹고 갈래, which means "Would you like to eat ramen?" is commonly used as slang for "Do you want to sleep together with me?")

He shot her a mischievous look, biting his lip. "Ramen..." he smirked.
"Yeah, Rame....nn..." Her eyes widened.
"Yaaaa, Taehyung, you crazy man! I didn't mean that... Dirty-minded!" she yelled in frustration.

"What are you saying? I didn't say anything. You interpreted it that way yourself," he bit his lip to stifle a laugh.
She shot him a fierce glare. "Get lost. I'm not making anything for you," storming out of the room with an angry expression.

One hour ticked by, and guess what? Ding-dong! The doorbell chimed its tune.

She opened the door and was surprised, a parcel addressed to Eyerose sat on her doorstep.
"Who's the sender? And how on earth did they get the address?" she pondered aloud.

With a mix of curiosity and caution, she tore into the package.
As she unraveled its contents, thoughts of Tae's warning from the last time she got the parcel flooded her mind.