Journey to Faith//JJk FF

PART 31🦋

Zara's POV

I gasped under my veil, my heart pounding in disbelief as his voice reached my ears.

"N-no, no, p-please... this is just an hallucination," I whispered to myself, trying to reason with the chaos inside me. Turning around, I froze. There he was, leaning casually on the balcony railing, a silly smile playing on his lips. My breath hitched as I quickly shook my head, shutting my eyes tightly.

"Ya Allah, w-what is all this?" I muttered, praying for clarity.

But when I opened my eyes again, he was still there, still staring at me.

"You really left me behind in Korea, huh?" he said, that teasing smile not leaving his face.

I widened my eyes, panic bubbling in my chest. "W-what? What are you doing here, Jungkook? H-how did you even find out about my hometown?" My voice trembled as I avoided his gaze, keeping my head low.

"You already know who I am, princess. I have my ways," he replied confidently, crossing his arms as if this was the most natural thing in the world.

I felt my hands clench into fists. "P-please, d-don’t... go away. Go back to Korea," I pleaded, my voice barely above a whisper. I couldn’t bear to meet his gaze again, knowing the storm that would follow.

For a moment, he said nothing, and I dared to hope he might listen. But then his voice came, firmer, louder, filled with a frustration I hadn’t heard before.

"Stop it, princess. Why are you ignoring me? Am I looking like a fool to you? Huh?" he shouted, his tone sharp enough to make me flinch.

Tears welled up in my eyes, but I kept them hidden behind my veil. "P-please, Jeon... just go away. Please," I whispered, my voice breaking under the weight of emotions I couldn’t control.

But he didn’t move, and I could feel the intensity of his stare burning through me, as if he was trying to find answers I wasn’t ready to give.

"Zara..." his voice was quieter now, laced with anger he was barely containing. "Why are you doing this to me? Why do you keep running away?"

I bit my lip beneath my veil, refusing to look up. "I-I'm not running away, Jeon... I'm just—"

"Just what?!" he cut me off, his voice rising again, his frustration spilling out uncontrollably. "You left me, Zara! Do you know how that felt? Do you even care?!"

His words struck me like lightning, and I staggered back a step, clutching the edge of the balcony. "It’s not about not caring," I whispered, my voice trembling. "I did what was right. I prayed for you, Jeon. I left because I had to."

He let out a bitter laugh, running his fingers through his hair. His calm façade was cracking, and I could see the storm brewing in his eyes.

"Prayed for me?!" he snapped, stepping closer until the space between us was almost nonexistent as i quickly moved away from him. "I don’t need your prayers, Zara. I needed you. I still need you! But you—you just left me like I meant nothing!"

His words were sharp, piercing through my resolve. Tears blurred my vision, but I refused to let them fall. I stepped back, shaking my head.

"You don’t understand, Jeon," I said, my voice barely audible. "You and I... we’re not meant to be. I prayed for you because I wanted the best for you, not because I could stay."

His jaw clenched, his hands fisting at his sides as his temper flared. "Don’t tell me what we’re meant to be," he growled, his tone dangerously low. "You don’t get to decide that. You don’t get to walk out of my life like that and act like it’s what’s best for me!"