Jinhun was still watching Jeon.J carefully when a sharp message notification broke the silence.
Both their gazes shifted toward the phone at the same time.
Jinhun picked up Jeon.J's mobile, glanced at the screen, then looked at him with a measured expression.
"Are you sure," he asked slowly, "that this time nothing will go wrong?"
Jeon.J's eyes darkened. He stared at Jinhun."What are you trying to say? That I'm her bad luck?"
"I didn't say that," Jinhun replied calmly. "But if you think that about yourself… then maybe you already know. The past few days, you have been her bad luck."
He added the last line with a teasing smirk.
"Hyun. You're talking too much now," Jeon.J muttered.
"Alright, alright. I'll call."
Jinhun unlocked his own phone and began copying the number Minji had sent to Jeon.J's phone.
"Call from my phone," Jeon.J said quietly, glancing around the room as if the walls themselves were listening.
Jinhun paused and looked at him sharply.
Without another word, he copied the number, placed Jeon.J's phone back on the table, and stepped aside.
Jeon.J picked it up and checked the screen.
Minji's chat was gone.
He froze.
"Why did you delete the chat?" he demanded, his voice rising with anger.
"So you can relax," Jinhun replied lightly. "Now, should I call, or do you have more questions?"
Jeon.J tossed the phone aside and sank into the sofa, leaning back but staring intensely at Jinhun.
Jinhun lifted the phone to his ear, unfazed by Jeon.J's glare.
"She's not answering," he said after a moment. "Minji will invite her anyway. Come on. Let's go. You've invited everyone—now the house needs to be decorated according to the festival."
He slipped the phone into his pocket and continued walking.
"I only invited everyone because we're all busy with the album. After the festival, it's concert preparations. No one can go home. Families can't visit either. So I thought… We'll celebrate together."
"That was a good thought," Jinhun said, his tone turning serious. "And Jeon.J—you need to apologize to Zoya. She's a guest. You shouldn't have spoken to her like that."
Then his lips curved mischievously.
"If RAMY ever finds out that you actually get angry… half of them will faint from happiness. They've been waiting for the day you show some temper." Jinhun gazed
"Then Zoya should consider herself lucky," Jeon.J replied coolly.
"I told RAMY—but Zoya treats us like good people, that itself is a big achievement. Poor Teahun becomes her victim every time." jinhun laoughed
"He teases her on purpose," Jeon.J defended instantly.
Jinhun narrowed his eyes knowingly.
"Whatever. I'm leaving. Jea is outside."
Jeon.J stood, lifted the bag that had already been packed, and walked out without another word.
Inside the car, Jea was in the driver's seat, eyes fixed on the road.
As Jeon.J settled in, he asked quietly, "Jea… did you find anything about the girl from the plane?"
"Jeon.J, I already told you what I found."
"No. The girl you mentioned—I don't think it's her."
"You're so sure? You didn't even see her face."
"I didn't," Jeon.J admitted, staring out the window. "But when she walked past my seat… I noticed something. She was wearing a scarf over her head."
Jea hesitated."Maybe she sometimes wears a scarf."
"Really?" Jeon.J turned toward him, skepticism laced with irritation.
Jea remembered the day he had met that girl—at a club. She had been wearing shorts, a short top, and holding a glass of alcohol. Nothing about her matched the quiet, covered figure Jeon.J had described.
"I'll check again," Jea said finally.
Can I use your phone?
Why not.
Jeon.J took Jea's phone from his hand.
He dialed a number he had searched on his phone earlier.
"Hello."
"Yes, sir, may I help you?" a girl's voice came
"Yes. I'd like to place an order."
"Of course, sir."
Jeon.J opened the restaurant's uploaded festival menu on Google and began ordering item after item in a calm, precise voice.
"Alright, sir. Please confirm the time and location."
"Tomorrow night. 8 PM. When the order is ready, call this number. We might collect it ourselves. If not, we'll share the address."
"Yes, sir. Under what name should we place the order?"
Jeon.J paused briefly.
"Under Jea's name."
He ended the call and handed the phone back.
"You'll receive the call tomorrow," he said quietly. "Handle it."
Jea nodded.
Outside, the city lights blurred past the car windows. Inside, silence settled again.
But Jeon.J's mind was far from silent.
A scarf.
A voice.
A prayer he could still hear in his memory.
And somewhere in the city… a girl who didn't even know she had unsettled his world.
.....
"Zoya, your duty time is over."
One of the waitresses approached her gently, almost hesitantly. Zoya had been so deeply immersed in her work that she hadn't even noticed the hours slipping away.
"Oh," she blinked, coming back to reality.
She carefully arranged the final plates, wiped the counter once more out of habit, and then stepped out of the kitchen.
Outside, in the dining area, Lee Mina was sitting at a table with Kim Minho, both talking quietly.
Zoya walked toward them. She hung her sweater over the back of a chair, placed her bag neatly on the floor, and sat down with a soft sigh.
"You were not planning to leave the kitchen at all," Minho teased. "We had to send someone to call you."
Zoya smiled, her eyes glowing in a way they rarely did.
"It's been a long time since I got to do what I actually love," she admitted. "I've always had an interest in culinary arts. I even took some courses so I could find a proper job. I did find one… but something went wrong there, and it ended."
Her voice softened.
"But here… working here gave me peace. If it were possible, I would have stayed in Seoul and continued this kind of job."
She didn't even realize she was speaking so openly—almost like she had drifted into her own little world.
Minho leaned back, raising a brow dramatically.
"Wow. Have you become this attached already? To work with two old people like them?"
Zoya turned to him instantly.
"Why do you think they're old?" she protested playfully. "Look at them. They're still young—and they work more than we do!"
"Don't listen to him," Mrs. Lee said with mock annoyance. "He's just jealous of us."
Zoya laughed softly, the sound light and warm.
Then she checked her phone.
"My cab is here," she said, standing up. She slipped her sweater over her arms, placed her bag over her shoulder, and bowed politely.
"Good night."
As she stepped outside, the cool night air of Seoul brushed against her face.
Tonight felt different.
She was tired—but in a fulfilling way.
The city lights shimmered around her, and for once, even the cold breeze felt gentle.
She walked toward her cab with a quiet smile, her heart lighter than it had been in days.
...
"How was your day?" Minji asked while they were having dinner together.
"It was really good," Zoya replied instantly, her face lighting up.
"Oh? That good?" Sophia teased with a grin.
"Yes, actually," Zoya said, almost glowing. "I spent my entire duty time in the kitchen. I cut vegetables, helped Mrs. Lee with cooking, then assisted Mr. Joon… and Minho and I did the plating together."
She was speaking so excitedly that she didn't even realize how alive she sounded. The happiness was evident in her tone, in the way her hands moved while explaining every little detail.
Minji exchanged a look with Hana and Ruhi.
"By the way," Minji added casually, "Jinhun invited all of us for dinner tomorrow."
"Oh wow!" Hana gasped.
"Really?" Ruhi almost jumped in her seat.
Sophia clapped her hands in excitement.
But the moment Zoya heard Jinhun's name, something inside her tightened. Unconsciously, Jeon.J's words echoed in her mind.
She didn't want to face him. Or anyone connected to him. Jinhun's invitation means definitely Jeon.J presence
"Minji… I'm actually busy tomorrow," Zoya said carefully. "I might even come back late at night. You understand, right?"
Minji studied her face.
"Yes, I told Jinhun the same thing," she replied. "But he asked for your number. He said he wanted to invite you personally. He thought maybe because of the lunch incident… You might not want to come."
Zoya's fingers tightened slightly around her spoon.
"No, it's not like that," she said quickly. "You told them already, didn't you?"
"I did," Minji nodded. "But… didn't he call you?"
The table went quiet for a second.
Hana and Sophia looked at each other curiously.
Zoya's heart skipped.
He didn't call.
Or… maybe he tried?
Her mind drifted unwillingly toward Jeon.J again—his cold tone, the sharpness in his voice.
"No," she said softly. "No one called."
But somewhere deep inside, she felt the strange pull of something unfinished—like a conversation that was waiting to happen.
.....
The studio lights warmed the room. Cameras on.
The red LIVE sign blinked.
All seven leaned toward the camera together, smiling brightly.
"We TBS!"
Within seconds, the comment section flooded.
💬purple_heart97: YOMIN MARRY ME
💬jeon.jmoonlight: JEON.J LOOK HERE PLEASE
💬springfairy_21: TEAHUN WAVE AT ME
💬ramyboy_88: YOMIN MARRY ME HYUNG
💬blossomgirl: HAPPY EASTER TBS
💬yo_min_love: YOMIN MARRY ME I'M SERIOUS
Yomin blinked at the screen.
Teahun leaned closer and read loudly, "Yomin, marry me."
He burst out laughing.
"Hyung, honestly… why don't you just accept RAMY's proposal?"
Hosu nodded dramatically. "Exactly! In every life, someone proposes to you. At least think about it."
Yomin covered his face in embarrassment. "Yaah, stop it. We are live!"
Kim Joon scrolled through the comments, smiling calmly.
"This comment," he said, "has officially become the iconic comment of our live sessions."
Minjo leaned forward mischievously.
"We should collect the IDs of the people writing this and check—are they girls… or boys?"
Jinhun crossed his arms thoughtfully. "Honestly? I think most of them are boys."
The studio burst into loud laughter.
The comment section exploded even more.
💬 taetaelover: NOT THE BOYS EXPOSING THEMSELVES
💬 blueheart_63: I SAID WHAT I SAID
💬 marryme_love: I DON'T CARE I'LL STILL PROPOSE
Jeon.J, who had been quiet until now, suddenly spoke.
"We can actually use this iconic comment for something new."
All members turned toward him.
Yomin raised his brows. "Wah. Jeon.J giving creative ideas during live?"
"We're still alive," Yomin added quickly. "Let's focus on why we're here."
Kim Joon adjusted his posture and looked straight into the camera.
"Everyone," he said softly, "thank you for always staying with us. For laughing with us. For supporting us."
He bowed his head slightly.
"We feel very lucky to have you."
The members nodded.
Then together:
"Happy Easter!"
He continued with a warm smile.
"We prepared something special for you. A new song."
The comments went wild again.
💬 min_jo_74: NEW SONG??
💬 purple_wish_98: SPOILER PLEASE
💬 hope_moonlight: IS THIS SPRING CONCEPT
Kim Joon looked at the members.
"Ready?"
They nodded.
He lifted his fingers slightly.
"하나, 둘, 셋."
And together, softly:
Under thawing skies,
Your name returns like light,
Petals rise where winter used to hide,
This spring, our hearts bloom side by side.
For a second, there was silence in the studio.
Then—
💬 love_teahun: I'M CRYING
💬 joon_900: WHO IS THIS ABOUT
💬 jeon.j_love11: YOMIN MARRY ME AGAIN
The members laughed.
But Jeon.J didn't.
His smile was softer.
Different.
As if spring… meant someone. 🌸
.....
Zoya carried the tray carefully—three cups of tea for Ruhi and one for herself.
As she stepped into the lounge, she froze.
The LCD screen was glowing.
The live session.
All of them were there.
Studio lights. Microphones. Smiling faces.
And together—
They were singing the new spring lines.
Zoya slowly placed the tray down and sat on the couch without saying a word.
Ruhi, Hana, and Minji were sitting on the floor, completely immersed.
They were swaying gently to the melody.
Ruhi and Hana had their phones in their hands, reading comments aloud.
"Oh my God, look at this—'
💬teahun_love: YOMIN MARRY ME FOR THE 300TH TIME.'"
Hana laughed. "Wait, wait—'
💬kimjoon_love_89: GIVE US MORE LINES, OR WE RIOT.'"
They weren't just reading—they were typing too.
From one angle, the studio was live.
From another—
This apartment looked like a control room.
Zoya watched them and smiled softly at the thought.
But her smile slowly faded.
On the screen—
Jeon.J stood slightly behind Kim Joon.
Calm.
Quiet.
Unreadable.
....
Inside the Studio—
The members were scrolling through comments again.
"RAMY is going crazy," Teahun said.
Kim Joon nodded. "They want more lines."
Yomin leaned toward the mic with a playful smirk.
"Should we?"
The comments flooded harder.
💬 purple_heart001: PLEASE ONE MORE SPOILER
💬 night_angel44: JUST A LITTLE
💬 fairy_teahun_76: WE WON'T SLEEP UNTIL 12
Hosu adjusted his mic.
Kim Joon lifted his fingers again.
"Just a little more," he said. "Rap line version."
The studio quieted.
And then—
Yomin (low, rhythmic):
Winter wrote your name in frost on my windowpane.
I traced every letter, let it melt into rain.
If distance were a season, I survived the cold—
Now I'm counting every bloom the spring will hold.
Hosu (smooth, warm tone):
From grey skies to sunrise, I carried that flame,
Even shadows whispered your name softly.
We were seeds under snow, unseen but alive—
Now watch us break through… watch us rise.
Kim Joon (calm, powerful finish):
Time never buried what the heart kept true.
Every falling petal still points to you.
If this is rebirth, if this is the start—Then spring is just the season…
You are the heart.
Silence in the studio.
Then chaos.
💬 mijni _love jeaon33: THIS IS INSANE
💬 heart_hosu99: YOMIN MARRY ME AFTER THAT RAP
💬 blossomgirl: WHO IS THIS ABOUT????
Back in the apartment—
Ruhi screamed quietly. Hana clutched her phone. Minji replayed the last few seconds.
Zoya didn't move.
Her tea had gone untouched.
The words echoed in her chest long after the live continued.
Zoya wanted them to sing it again.
Just once.
But how could she even say that?
Because she didn't just suspect.
She knew.
Those lines—They were from her poem.
The poem she had hidden inside Bamson's sweater.The letter she had written entirely in Urdu… except for a few lines.A few English lines.
The same ones they had just sung.
Which meant—
Jeon.J had seen the letter.
Had he read all of it?
Had he translated it?
A chill ran down her spine.
"Those lines are really good," Hana was saying downstairs. "I think they're Kim Joon's or maybe Yomin's."
Minji nodded. "Yeah, definitely rap line energy."
But Zoya wasn't listening anymore.
On the screen, inside the studio—
Kim Joon was still speaking warmly.
"If you liked it, then we've already received the reward for our hard work. We could've released it at midnight directly… but we thought we should come live first, talk to you."
He smiled.
"And we were right. You liked this kind of song. When you hear the full version with music… we hope you'll love it even more."
Then Yomin added casually,
"And yes, this song is Jeon.J's gift to you. A spring and Easter present—from him to all of you."
That was it.
Zoya's doubt turned into certainty.
It was the same.
The same lines.
So… did he read the letter?
If he did—Was that why he had been so rude that day?
But why?
Why react like that?
Her thoughts tangled so tightly she didn't realize she had spoken aloud—
"uuufffffff"
Minji, Sophia, Hana, and Ruhi all turned toward her at once.
"What happened?" Sophia asked.
Zoya forced herself to breathe normally. She smiled—too quickly.
"Nothing. Just a headache. Listening to your TBS talk too much," she teased weakly.
They stared at her.
She burst into laughter.
"I'm joking! Look how sweetly they talk. Especially your nephew's father," she added dramatically.
Before they could react, she ran toward the stairs.
"ZOYAAA!" they shouted together.
A cushion flew in her direction.
She laughed as she escaped upstairs.
In her room, she closed the door softly.
Then stepped onto the balcony.
The cool night air wrapped around her like a quiet embrace.
She closed her eyes.
And began to recite.
Because she remembered every word.
This had been her first poem after "Suno Baba."
And it lived inside her by heart.
🌸 The Poem
Under thawing skies, your name returns like light.
Petals rise where winter used to hide.
This spring, our hearts bloom side by side.
Winter wrote your name in frost on my windowpane.
I traced every letter, let it melt into rain.
If distance were a season, I would have survived the cold—
Counting silent blossoms,
My trembling hands could hold.
From grey skies to sunrise, I guarded that flame.
Even the wind carried the weight of your name.
We were seeds under snow, unseen but alive,
Learning in silence how broken things survive.
Time never buried what my heart once knew.
Every falling petal still pointed to you. If this is a rebirth,
If this is the start—Then spring is not the season…You are the heart.
I kept my feelings where no one could see,
like roots that grow beneath a silent tree.
You never knew you lived in my prayer—
A spring I carried, though you weren't there.
If loving you was meant to stay unseen,
Like blossoms falling in between—
Then let it bloom, soft and apart…
A quiet spring inside my heart.
The wind brushed her face.
Somewhere far away, a studio was prepared for midnight release.
And here—
On a quiet balcony—
A girl realized her hidden words had grown wings.
Spring had arrived.
And it had taken her secrets with it. 🌸
To be continued.....
Regards
ZK💌