Fragrance Of My Paradise|| KTH🖤

part-9

I feel like I am not doing good since the eighth part of my story didn't get much feedback or votes. It's a bit disheartening, but I'm trying to stay positive and motivated. I'm eager to keep writing and hope the next parts will resonate better with everyone.

In the cafeteria, the atmosphere was tense. Jungkook, Taehyung and Hafsa used to sit together, their laughter filling the space. But now, things had changed.

Jungkook and Taehyung sat at one table, their conversation subdued. Jungkook occasionally glanced over at the table where Manal and Hafsa were sitting. The sight of the distance between them made his chest tighten with sadness.

Manal and Hafsa sat close together, talking quietly. Hafsa occasionally cast wary looks toward Jungkook and Taehyung's table, her protective nature evident.

Time skip
Hafsa was sitting alone on the rooftop, her thoughts tangled in the cool breeze. Manal had been looking for her and finally found her on the university rooftop. Approaching quietly, Manal placed a gentle hand on Hafsa's shoulder.

"Why are you sitting here all alone?" Manal asked, concern evident in her voice.

Hafsa looked straight ahead, avoiding eye contact. "I wasn't feeling well, so I came up here."

Manal sat down beside her, a soft sigh escaping her lips. "You should have told me."

"I didn't want to disturb you," Hafsa replied quietly.

Manal pouted, wrapping an arm around Hafsa in a side hug. "You think you would disturb me, you pabo? It feels like you don't think of me as your friend, that's why you didn't come to me."

Hafsa turned to look at her, sincerity in her eyes. "Wallah, you're the only person I have right now, and you're saying this?"

"You should come to me, okay? Don't do this next time or I'll beat you," Manal said, her tone a mix of concern and mock seriousness.

Hafsa chuckled. "Okay, okay, my mother."

Manal stood up and extended her hand. "Let's go."

Hafsa got up and nodded, and they started heading downstairs. Hafsa walked a few steps ahead of Manal.

Manal was walking down the hallway, lost in her thoughts, when suddenly Taehyung jumped in front of her out of nowhere. Startled, she stumbled back, almost tripping over her own feet.

"Are you crazy?!" she exclaimed, trying to steady herself.

Taehyung smirked, leaning in slightly, his voice dripping with mock arrogance. "Maybe I am," he replied, raising an eyebrow.

Manal made a face, scrunching up her nose in disgust. "No, you're definitely crazy," she shot back, her tone laced with irritation. "Like, what even goes on in that head of yours? Do you just wake up every day and decide, 'How can I be as annoying as possible?'"

Taehyung chuckled, clearly enjoying her reaction. "I like to keep things interesting," he said nonchalantly, shrugging as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"Interesting?!" Manal echoed, throwing her hands up in frustration. "More like infuriating! You seriously need help."

Taehyung just grinned wider, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "Maybe. But you can't deny it, I make your day a little less boring."

Manal groaned, rolling her eyes. "You're impossible."

"Impossible is just another word for fun," Taehyung quipped, before turning and walking away, leaving Manal standing there, both annoyed and slightly amused.