"Stop the car here, right in front of the mosque," Minji said.
Jeon J slowed the car and nodded.
"Okay. You go ahead. I'll park the car and come."
He asked Minji to wait near the mosque entrance before driving away.
Minji stepped out and stood quietly near the wide stone steps.
The evening air was cool and peaceful. The mosque stood before her, its entrance softly illuminated as the daylight slowly faded.
A few minutes later, Jeon J returned.
Minji was still there.
She hadn't moved from where he had left her.
"Let's go," she said.
But Jeon J remained still for a moment.
His eyes moved toward the open entrance.
"Can we go inside…" he asked thoughtfully, "without permission?"
Minji paused.
She wasn't completely sure either.
"When I told Zoya I was coming here," she said, "I asked her the same thing."
She looked toward the mosque.
"She said the doors are open to everyone."
A small pause.
"It doesn't matter who you are…"
Her voice softened.
"…or what your religion is."
Jeon J looked at the entrance once more.
Then he followed her.
Together, they began climbing the steps.
Neither of them spoke.
Perhaps it was the silence of the place.
Or perhaps it was the strange calm that seemed to settle over them the moment they stepped closer.
Jeon J slowly lifted his head.
Above the entrance, letters were written across the facade. As evening approached, the lights around them made the words glow softly against the darkening sky.
His eyes remained there for a few seconds.
He didn't know why.
He simply couldn't look away.
As they reached the entrance, Jeon J glanced around.
A few people were still arriving, walking quietly toward the mosque.
No one stopped them.
No one questioned anyone.
The doors were open.
And from somewhere inside came a voice—
The call to prayer.
The Adhan echoed gently through the hall, spreading through the peaceful evening air.
Jeon J's face was hidden behind a mask and glasses. No one could recognize him easily.
And even if someone had looked twice, they would probably have dismissed the thought immediately.
Jeon J…
standing outside a mosque?
It seemed almost impossible.
He and Minji stood to one side of the entrance, both uncertain whether they should go inside.
"I think this is prayer time," Jeon J said quietly.
He glanced toward the prayer hall.
"We should wait outside."
Minji nodded.
So they remained where they were.
And watched.
Inside, people first moved toward the water taps.
One by one, they performed their ablution before quietly making their way toward the prayer hall.
Soon, rows began forming across the soft carpet.
At a short distance, Minji noticed a few women as well.
Her eyes moved through the women's section.
She was looking for only one person.
Zoya.
But she couldn't see her.
Jeon J continued watching the people inside.
After a few minutes, the prayer began.
Everyone stood together.
Then, almost as if moved by a single breath, they placed their hands on their knees and bowed forward.
Moments later, they straightened.
Then bowed again—
this time lowering their heads until their foreheads touched the carpet, their palms resting beside them.
After a brief pause, they rose.
Then bowed once more.
Jeon J's breathing changed.
Something restless stirred inside him.
He turned his face away from the entrance and took a slow breath.
Then another.
Pulling his mask down, he placed one hand over his chest.
He breathed slowly, trying to settle whatever was happening inside him.
For a few moments, he remained like that.
Then he looked back toward the prayer hall.
Now everyone was seated, knees folded, hands resting calmly on their thighs.
A few moments passed.
Then, together, they turned their heads to the right…
…and then to the left.
Soon after, their hands were raised.
At the voice, everyone responded together.
One voice.
Hundreds of people.
Yet somehow, one sound.
Jeon J watched silently.
It reminded him of concerts.
The moments when they spoke from the stage, and thousands of voices answered back.
The same unity.
The same echo.
But this was different.
There was something about it that he couldn't explain.
Minji was watching too.
Then everyone passed their hands gently over their faces.
Slowly, they began to stand.
"Almost everyone has gone," Minji whispered.
Jeon J nodded.
"Yes."
He took a step forward—
then stopped.
His eyes moved toward Minji.
Only now did he fully realize that her clothes weren't suitable for entering the prayer area.
Without saying anything, he took off his big-sized hoodie and handed it to her.
"Put this on."
Minji looked at him, then accepted it.
And at that exact moment—
Zoya stepped out from the first row of the women's section.
She stopped.
Her eyes immediately found the doorway.
Minji.
And beside her—
He...
Something struck her heart silently.
Her eyes were already wet.
Now they filled again.
She quickly lowered her gaze, but it was too late.
A tear slipped free.
Then another.
There were feelings inside her she couldn't explain.
Feelings she couldn't express.
Not yet.
Maybe not even if she wanted to.
They lived only in her eyes—
eyes that could do nothing but look…
…and cry.
And somehow, that hurt even more.
Jeon J helped Minji put on the hoodie.
Then he stepped inside.
The interior was beautiful.
Deeply beautiful.
The soft carpet beneath his feet felt strangely comforting—almost healing.
Minji looked around again.
She searched for Zoya.
But she couldn't see her anymore.
A small wave of panic passed through her.
There were very few people left inside now.
And the women's section looked almost empty.
"Zoya isn't here," Minji said anxiously.
Jeon J looked around.
"Let's ask someone."
A short distance away stood an elderly man.
He looked calm and dignified, carrying the quiet presence of someone who had belonged to this place for years.
Jeon J studied him for a moment.
"Maybe he's in charge here."
"We'll ask him?" Minji asked hesitantly.
"Come."
They walked toward him.
The elderly man turned toward them.
Jeon J stopped in front of him, bowed his head slightly, and greeted him in Korean.
"Annyeonghaseyo."
The elderly man smiled warmly.
"Yes, my son."
Jeon J blinked.
He didn't quite understand what he meant.
"We're looking for a friend," Minji explained gently.
"She came here today. Actually, she forgot her phone at home. She's new here, and since it's getting late, we came to pick her up ourselves."
Jeon J looked confused halfway through the explanation.
Noticing it, Minji stepped slightly to the side and turned her attention back toward the elderly man.
"Minji—"
Before the man could answer—
a voice came from behind them.
Minji and Jeon J both turned.
Zoya was standing there.
For a moment, neither Minji nor Jeon J said anything.
She was wearing glasses—the pair she usually used only while reading.
But today, they had nothing to do with reading.
She was trying to hide the moisture in her eyes.
Maybe reading glasses couldn't really hide tears.
But this was Zoya's quiet, imperfect attempt.
Minji stared at her for a moment.
Then she walked straight toward her and lightly punched her arm.
"Are you crazy?" Minji said, half-angry, half-relieved. "You worried us so much. And you forgot your phone at home?"
She looked at Zoya closely.
"Oh, my phone was at home?" Zoya asked in surprise. "I thought I'd dropped it somewhere on the way."
"Yes," Minji laughed. "And because of that, you thought you were lost?"
A faint smile appeared on Zoya's lips.
"I wasn't lost," she said softly.
Her eyes moved briefly around the mosque.
"When I wasn't lost in DMC, how could I be lost here?"
Her voice softened even more.
"This is Allah's house."
She looked at Minji with quiet affection.
"And I knew that if you couldn't reach my number, you'd come to get me yourself."
Jeon J and Mr Donghyun remained silent, listening to the two friends.
For a moment, the scene felt strangely peaceful.
The worry was gone.
Zoya was safe.
That was all Minji had wanted.
"Shall we go now?" Minji asked.
"Yes—one minute," Zoya replied.
She turned and stepped toward Mr Donghyun.
"Thank you so much," she said sincerely.
She was standing very close to Jeon J now.
For the briefest moment, Jeon J glanced at her.
Then his eyes moved toward Mr Donghyun.
The elderly man smiled gently.
"My daughter," Mr Donghyun said warmly, "when you ask only from Allah, you should be at peace."
Zoya listened quietly.
"Allah will grant you everything that is best for you."
Minji stepped closer.
Now she stood on Zoya's other side—
Jeon J on one side.
Minji on the other.
Mr Donghyun looked at Zoya with the same calm expression.
"You ask Allah for true light," he continued.
"Light that illuminates the heart and the soul."
He paused.
"Remember—guidance is Allah's work."
His voice remained gentle.
"He is the One who changes hearts."
Another pause.
"He will surely hear your prayer."
Zoya smiled softly.
Her eyes moved toward Minji.
She didn't dare look to the other side.
Not even once.
So she simply turned to leave.
But Jeon J noticed.
Every expression.
Every hesitation.
Every glance she avoided.
"I'll bring the car," Jeon J said to Minji.
He turned and walked away.
He had taken only a few steps when Mr Donghyun's voice stopped him.
"My son, Jeon J…"
Jeon J turned around, surprised.
"Today, you seem to be in a hurry."
Mr. Donghyun smiled.
"One day, take some time and come again."
He paused.
"We would like to host you."
Jeon J stared at him.
For a second, he was more surprised by one thing than anything else.
The man had recognized him.
Even with the mask.
The cap.
The glasses.
How?
Mr Donghyun was still smiling calmly.
"Me?" Jeon J asked, almost in disbelief.
"Your guest?"
"No," Mr Donghyun replied gently.
"You will come as Allah's guest."
His smile deepened.
"We are only servants of Allah."
He gestured lightly toward the mosque.
"I will simply host you."
Something strange stirred inside Jeon J.
He couldn't control it.
He didn't understand it.
And, for some reason, he didn't know how to respond.
"Okay…"
He hesitated.
"I'll try."
The words left his mouth before he could think too much about them.
He didn't wait for a response.
He simply turned and walked away.
Mr Donghyun then looked toward Zoya.
"Zoya, as long as you're here, keep coming."
Zoya smiled.
"And bring this lovely daughter with you as well," he added, looking toward Minji. "We'll welcome her too."
Zoya's smile widened.
"Of course."
She glanced toward Minji.
"My other friends who are staying at home also want to come and explore tomorrow. I was going to tell you."
"Why not?" Mr Donghyun replied warmly.
"Our hearts—and the doors of this place—are always open."
"Yes," Minji said with a smile.
"We'll definitely come."
They exchanged one last smile with Mr Donghyun before stepping outside.
The evening air felt cooler now.
Jeon J had already brought the car around.
Minji opened the front door and sat beside him.
Zoya quietly took the back seat.
The car pulled away from the mosque.
For a few moments, no one spoke.
Then Minji broke the silence.
"Wow, Zoya…"
She looked back at her.
"What an amazing person he was."
She thought for a moment.
"What was his name again?"
"Mr Donghyun," Zoya replied.
"Yes, him."
Minji nodded.
"But seriously, tell me this—why did you forget your phone at home?"
She laughed.
"Or did you drop it in the garden?"
Zoya stayed quiet.
"Thank God, Jeon J found it. Otherwise, we'd still be waiting for you, and you'd still be standing there wondering what happened."
Zoya's eyes briefly moved toward the front.
She didn't want to talk about any of this in front of Jeon J.
But Minji wasn't finished.
"I don't know how it fell," Zoya replied shortly.
She turned her face toward the window.
Jeon J drove silently.
The city moved past them in blurred lights.
Now and then, his eyes lifted toward the rear-view mirror.
Zoya was still looking outside.
And every time he looked…
she seemed to be avoiding the mirror.
"So," Minji started again, completely unaware of the silent tension between them.
"What did you do all day today?"
Zoya slowly turned her eyes toward Minji.
But her gaze accidentally caught the rearview mirror.
Jeon J was looking at her too.
Their eyes met for a second.
Zoya startled.
She immediately looked away.
"Tell me," Minji insisted.
"What did you do all day?"
Zoya took a quiet breath.
Then she began explaining.
"I came here and prayed the Friday prayer."
Her voice remained calm.
"Then I sat outside on the steps and had lunch."
She paused.
"While eating, I tried to take out my phone."
A small frown appeared on her face.
"But if it had been there, I would've found it."
She continued.
"After lunch, it was time for the next prayer, so I prayed."
"I read the Quran for a while too."
Her fingers tightened slightly around the edge of her sleeve.
"I had a few questions, so I spoke to Mr Donghyun."
"After that, it was time for the next prayer."
"I prayed again…"
She paused.
"…and then you arrived."
"You arrived?"
Jeon J's voice suddenly cut through the car.
His patience had finally run out.
His eyes remained on the road.
But his tone was unmistakably sharp.
"I think you should correct that sentence."
Silence.
Zoya didn't answer.
She didn't look up.
She simply continued staring out of the window.
The city lights reflected faintly across the glass.
Then, after a long silence—
"Minji…"
Her voice was quieter now.
"I want to go back."
"Back where?" Minji asked, still scrolling through her phone.
"Busan," Zoya replied.
"Well, we'll all go together," Minji said casually. "But after Easter."
"No."
Zoya's answer came quietly.
"I want to go tomorrow."
Minji immediately looked up.
"You want to go tomorrow?"
"Yes."
"You all can come after Easter."
"Are you crazy?" Minji snapped, turning toward her. "What will you do there alone?"
Traffic had grown heavier.
Jeon J kept his eyes on the road, listening silently.
"Minji, don't try to be my support," Zoya said, irritation slipping into her voice. "I need to find a job. You know that."
She hadn't wanted to say any of this in front of Jeon J.
Minji understood.
"Yes. Ruhi and Hana have to find jobs too," she replied calmly. "That's why we'll go together."
She glanced toward Zoya through the mirror.
"Don't worry. We'll figure everything out together."
Her voice softened.
"And I'm not trying to support you."
She smiled faintly.
"I just want us to spend this time together. Once our studies start, we won't have this much time anymore."
Then she remembered the package her father had arranged.
"And we still have this whole package waiting for us."
Zoya fell silent.
She didn't want to argue anymore.
Not here.
Not in front of Jeon J.
So she turned toward the window again.
Outside, Seoul continued moving around them—bright signs, passing cars, people crossing streets.
But Zoya barely noticed any of it.
Her mind was already somewhere else.
Busan.
She knew Minji wouldn't let the matter end here.
And she knew something else too.
Later, she would have to.
By the time they reached home, the evening had already begun to fade.
The streets of Seoul were slowly filling with lights as the sky turned darker.
Jeon J parked the car outside the house.
For a few moments, none of them moved.
The day had been long.
For Minji and Jeon J, the unexpected visit to the mosque had left them with more thoughts than they could put into words.
And for Zoya, the day had been even more emotional.
She quietly opened the car door and stepped out.
"Thank you," Minji said softly.
Jeon J only nodded.
"Good night."
"Good night," Minji replied.
Zoya gave a small smile before walking toward the house.
Minji followed her.
Jeon J watched them disappear inside before getting back into his car.
The city had settled into its night rhythm.
And somewhere behind the quiet windows of the house, the girls' voices slowly faded as everyone finally went to rest.
It had been a long day.
But none of them knew that the next morning would begin with anything but peace.
Morning came much earlier than anyone expected.
Sunlight slipped through the curtains.
The house was still quiet.
Everyone was asleep.
At least…
until Ruhi decided to wake up the entire world.
"GOOD MORNING!"
Ruhi's voice exploded through the room.
She stretched both arms wide as if she were personally welcoming the entire world.
Hana, who was sleeping right beside her, reacted purely on instinct.
"SHUT UP!"
She shoved Ruhi with all her strength.
Ruhi flew straight off the bed.
Thankfully, a mattress lay on the floor beside it.
But there was one small problem—
Hana had completely forgotten who was sleeping there.
Minji.
Ruhi landed directly on top of her.
"Uuufff!"
"RUHI—!"
"What is WRONG with you?!"
Minji jolted awake, half-buried beneath Ruhi.
Her hair was everywhere.
Her blanket was twisted around her legs.
And whatever dignity she'd possessed before waking up…
was officially gone.
"I said good morning," Ruhi explained innocently, blinking down at her.
"With positivity."
"This is not positivity," Minji groaned.
"This is assault."
Hana leaned over the edge of the bed and squinted down at them.
"Why are there two of you on the floor?"
"You pushed me!" Ruhi yelled.
"I pushed the noise," Hana replied defensively.
"Not the person."
Then she calmly flopped back onto her pillow.
Minji tried to sit up.
She failed.
Ruhi was still lying across her.
"Can you get OFF me?"
"Oh."
Ruhi blinked.
"Sorry."
She rolled away dramatically—
and landed face-down on the mattress again.
Silence.
For a moment, nobody moved.
Hana peeked over the edge again.
Minji rubbed her forehead.
Ruhi stretched as though nothing had happened.
Then suddenly—
All three burst out laughing.
"This," Minji said between laughs, "is why we can never have peace."
Ruhi grinned.
"But we wake up together."
Hana closed her eyes.
"Next time," she muttered, "I'm sleeping in a different country."
That only made things worse.
Their laughter exploded again—
loud, uncontrollable, breathless.
And that's when Sophia, who had been sleeping beside Hana, suddenly woke up.
She didn't say a word.
She simply reacted.
Pure instint.
Her foot shot out—
and kicked Hana.
Hard.
"HANA—!"
Hana flew off the bed.
This time, the situation became even worse.
Ruhi had just climbed off Minji and was standing there, half-awake and half-smiling.
Hana crashed straight into her.
"MOVE—!"
Hana grabbed Ruhi instinctively.
And—
BOOM.
Ruhi fell straight back onto Minji.
And Hana?
She landed directly on top of Ruhi.
For half a second—
silence.
Then—
"AAAAAAAH!"
All three screamed at once.
Sophia, now completely awake, sat at the edge of the bed.
She stared down at the pile of bodies on the floor.
Her expression remained completely serious.
"…What," she asked slowly,
"…is this formation?"
Ruhi was trapped in the middle.
Minji was completely pinned underneath.
And Hana was sprawled across the top as if she'd just won a wrestling match.
"I can't breathe," Minji groaned.
"This is your fault!" Ruhi yelled.
"I WAS ATTACKED FIRST!" Hana shouted.
And then—
Zoya sat up.
She had been sleeping on the mattress beside Minji's.
She had woken up early that morning and gone back to sleep.
Now her hair was completely messy.
Her loose shirt had slipped slightly off one shoulder.
Her trousers were wrinkled from sleep.
She blinked once.
Twice.
Then looked at the scene in front of her.
Three girls tangled together on the floor.
And one girl sitting calmly on the bed, watching the chaos like it was an episode of a drama.
Zoya tilted her head.
"…Why," she asked sleepily,
"…are you three sleeping like this?"
Silence.
Minji looked up at her from beneath Ruhi.
"Zoya," she said weakly, "we were not sleeping like this."
Ruhi lifted one hand dramatically.
"It started with 'Good morning.'"
Hana groaned.
"And ended with violence."
Sophia nodded seriously.
"I confirm. There was kicking involved."
Zoya stared at them for a long moment.
Then—
she simply lay back down.
"Okay," she murmured, pulling the blanket over her head.
"Wake me up when the war is over."
The room erupted with laughter again.
The war ended.
Mostly.
Morning light slowly spilt through the curtains, turning the room soft and golden as the girls finally began regrouping.
Some were on the beds.
Some were on mattresses.
And some were still emotionally recovering from the morning's unexpected wrestling match.
Minji dragged herself up first.
Her hair was tied into a messy bun, and her eyes were barely open.
Minji dragged herself up first, hair tied into a messy bun, eyes still half-closed.
She rubbed the back of her neck and let out a tired sigh.
"I swear," she muttered, "ever since you people came into my life, I haven't had a single normal morning."
Ruhi, who was already moving around the kitchen, turned toward her.
"But I keep thinking…"
She stretched her arms.
"One day, maybe I'll wake up normally too."
Hana, who had been listening from behind her, suddenly walked over.
A mischievous smile appeared on her face.
She wrapped her arms around Minji from behind and rested her chin on her shoulder.
"Then you'll have to wait."
Minji looked at her through the corner of her eye.
"Wait for what?"
Hana grinned.
"Until I go back to Jeonju…"
She counted on her fingers.
"Ruhi goes back to India."
"Sophia returns to Morocco."
"Zoya goes back to Pakistan."
She squeezed Minji a little tighter.
"Then you'll finally wake up normally every morning."
For a moment, Minji's smile faded.
She looked down.
The thought of it suddenly didn't feel funny anymore.
All of them would eventually leave.
Life would become quiet again.
Too quiet.
Minji was silent for a few seconds.
Then she smiled softly.
"You know what?"
Hana lifted her head.
"I think…"
Minji looked around at all of them.
"I'll be okay with these abnormal mornings."
She smiled wider.
"I think I can live with them."
For a moment, nobody said anything.
Then Ruhi burst out laughing.
Hana laughed too.
Sophia shook her head with a smile.
And soon, even Zoya couldn't hold back.
The room filled with laughter again.
Maybe their mornings were chaotic.
Maybe they were loud.
Maybe they were completely abnormal.
But somehow…
Those were the mornings Minji never wanted to lose.
From the kitchen area came the unmistakable sound of cups and spoons clattering.
Ruhi was already moving around as if she had been hired to run a café.
Minji's parents were out of the city for some important work. Otherwise, her mother would have prepared a delicious breakfast for all of them.
Today, however, the girls were completely on their own.
"GOOD MORNING AGAIN!" Ruhi announced cheerfully from the kitchen.
Hana didn't even look up from the dining table.
"No."
Ruhi paused.
"Say it quietly," Hana warned, "or I'll throw a spoon at you."
Sophia was already sitting at the table.
She calmly spread butter over a piece of toast as if the previous half hour had never happened.
"I like mornings," she said thoughtfully.
"They reveal people's true personalities."
Minji pulled out a chair and sat down.
"Yes," she muttered.
"And Ruhi's personality is violence."
Ruhi looked offended.
"That's not true."
Hana raised an eyebrow.
"You literally threw yourself at people before breakfast."
"I was pushed!"
"You were loud," Hana corrected.
"I was positive," Ruhi argued.
Sophia took another bite of toast.
"Positive violence."
Ruhi stared at her.
"You're supposed to support me."
"I support the truth."
Minji couldn't help laughing.
A few moments later, Zoya walked in.
She was the last one to join them.
Her hair was still messy, and her loose shirt was tucked carelessly into her trousers. She looked like she'd woken up from a dream she hadn't quite finished yet.
There was no outsider around them.
No one to impress.
No reason to hide how messy she looked.
She simply looked comfortable.
At home.
Minji noticed her immediately.
"Ohhh…"
She narrowed her eyes.
"Someone looks very…"
She paused dramatically.
"…peaceful."
Zoya stopped.
"What does that mean?"
Ruhi immediately slid a cup of tea toward her.
"It means you slept like a baby while the rest of us were fighting for survival."
"I did not," Zoya said defensively, taking the cup.
"I woke up."
Sophia raised an eyebrow.
"You woke up, asked one question, silently judged us…"
She took another bite.
"…and went back to sleep."
Zoya blinked.
"…That counts."
Hana suddenly leaned forward.
Her expression changed.
"So…"
She dragged the word out.
"Why were you at the mosque all day yesterday?"
Zoya calmly lifted her cup.
Took a slow sip.
"Spent a meaningful time," she said simply smile.
Hana's eyes narrowed.
"All day?"
"I had time."
Ruhi grinned.
"She had peace."
Minji smirked.
"And an interesting company?"
Zoya nearly choked on her tea.
"What company?"
"Mr Donghyun was amazing," Minji said.
"Very wise."
"Very calm."
Minji smiled.
Zoya immediately stood.
"I'm going to get ready."
Zoya stopped at the doorway.
She slowly turned around.
Her expression was calm.
Too calm.
"I'm going to Busan tomorrow."
Silence.
Minji's spoon slipped from her hand.
It landed against the plate with a small clink.
"What?"
"I said tomorrow."
Zoya's voice remained steady.
"Morning."
"No," Minji said firmly.
She put the spoon down.
"You're not."
"Yes," Zoya replied just as calmly.
Ruhi looked between them.
"Do we need helmets?"
Sophia sighed.
"I knew breakfast was too peaceful."
Zoya met Minji's eyes.
Neither of them looked away.
"We'll talk later," Minji said quietly.
She nodded once.
"We will."
Breakfast was officially over.
"I said we would go together," Minji said to Zoya. "Why are you rushing like this? You all haven't even explored Seoul properly yet."
Hana, Ruhi, and Sophia listened quietly.
"Minji, I want to go," Zoya said peacefully.
"Zoya—"
"Minjiiiii," Zoya cut her off, drawing out her name.
Sophia finally looked between them.
"What is going on?" she asked. "You two are arguing like we're not even here."
"Zoya wants to go back," Minji explained calmly. "I'm saying we'll go together, but she's insisting on leaving."
"Can we talk about this later?" Hana interrupted.
She glanced at the clock.
"Get ready first. We're already late."
She pointed toward the time.
"Look. It's eleven. We were supposed to reach the studio by nine."
"Studio…?" Zoya asked, surprised.
"Yes," Hana explained.
"Yesterday, when Minji and Jeon J went to pick you up, Yomin and Jinhun invited us to the studio."
She paused.
"And after that, we're going to visit a few other places too."
Then Hana looked toward Minji.
"Why didn't you tell us earlier?"
She raised an eyebrow.
"You know TBS?"
Minji smiled.
"If I had told you, how would it be a surprise?"
She stood up.
"Now hurry up. We're already late."
The girls began getting ready to leave.
Minji climbed a few steps up the stairs before suddenly stopping.
She turned around.
Zoya was still sitting on the sofa.
Their eyes met.
"We'll talk about Busan after we come back today."
Her tone was gentle, but there was no room for argument.
"Okay?"
Zoya looked at her for a moment.
Then nodded slightly.
"Come on," Ruhi said, reaching for Zoya's hand.
She pulled her up from the sofa.
"Move."
Zoya let out a small sigh and stood.
One by one, they headed toward the rooms.
The argument wasn't over.
Not really.
It had only been postponed.
And somewhere between Seoul, Busan, and everything they still hadn't said…
Zoya already knew—
today was going to be anything but ordinary.
To be Continued....
Regards
ZK💌