"coincidence-love"

Jimin stood silently, eyes fixed ahead, while Irha and dua sat quietly with her head lowered in front of his parents. He took a deep breath, breaking the silence, "D...Dad? When did you arrive? And...you didn't even tell me you were coming."

Jimin's father slowly stepped forward, his gaze intense, stopping just inches from him. Jimin could feel the weight of his father's presence. Meanwhile, Jungkook felt his own breath hitch,

Jimin's dad grabbed his ear and gave it a sharp twist. "Ahh, Dad!" Jimin yelped, wincing. His father's voice was stern, "A ghost, huh? You called me a ghost? And where have you been this late, hmm?"

Irha and Dua exchanged glances, a small smile on their lips, trying not to laugh, while Jungkook's heart raced, sensing his own turn approaching. Before he could react, Jimin's dad grabbed his ear too. "And you-why did you freeze like you'd seen a ghost?"

Jimin quickly chimed in, "Yes, Dad! He's the one who said it first! I just asked if he'd seen a ghost!"

"Uh, no, dad I didn't mean it like that! You.... Jimin hyung-" Jungkook stammered, eyes wide.

"Enough! I'll straighten both of you out," Jimin's dad declared, a playful glint in his eye, though his grip remained firm, sending both boys into an anxious, silent truce.

Jimin's mother hid a small smile, glancing warmly at Irha and Dua. "Don't mind these people," she said softly. "They're always like this."

Jimin's father then turned to Irha and Dua, his tone suddenly gentle. "Are you both alright? These two aren't causing you any trouble, I hope? Just say the word, and I'll set them straight."

Jimin and Jungkook, hearing him call Irha and Dua "dear," stood there, utterly stunned, exchanging a look of disbelief. "D...dear?!" Jimin muttered, barely able to hold back his surprise. "When did that happen?"

Jimin's dad looked at him and Jungkook, his expression unreadable yet firm. "You two, outside. I need to have a word with you."

Jimin and Jungkook exchanged a quick, uneasy glance, feeling a slight chill at the seriousness in his tone. They both gulped, silently following him out, bracing themselves for whatever was coming next.

The three men stepped outside, leaving Irha dua ...jimin's mother to smile knowingly at Irha and Dua. "They always have this way of meeting up, she said with a chuckle. "But tell me, are you two alright? They didn't trouble you, did they?"

Dua quickly shook her head, "No, Aunty! Actually, they've been a big help to us."

Jimin's mom laughed. "Good! If they hadn't helped, I would've shown them the door." Irha and Dua couldn't help but giggle.

She continued, "Stay as long as you want, girls. If you need anything, just let me know."

"Thank you, Aunty," Irha and Dua replied with warm smiles. Standing up, Irha added, "Aunty, please, sit and relax. We'll take care of dinner."

Jimin's mom waved her off, "You've both been doing everything since morning! I'll ask Jimin's dad to order something instead."

Irha shook her head, "Oh, no need, Aunty! We're happy to cook-it's the least we can do."

Jimin's mom looked at Irha with a fond smile and nodded, "Alright, but if you need anything, just let me know." Irha gave a reassuring nod, and with that, she and Dua made their way to the kitchen.

Jimin's dad dragged both Jimin and Jungkook out to the garden, firmly holding their ears. "So, care to explain?" he asked, his tone sharp yet somehow playful. "All this has happened, and you two didn't think to inform me?"

He finally let go of their ears, watching as they rubbed them sheepishly, each casting a quick glance at the other, unsure whether to laugh or stay silent under his piercing gaze.

Jimin quickly blurted, "Dad, I was going to tell you-"

His father cut him off sharply, raising an eyebrow. "Oh really? When? After they both left?"

Jungkook, trying to divert the attention, nervously asked, "D-Dad, did they... tell you everything?"

Jimin's dad folded his arms, nodding firmly. "Yes. Every. Single. Thing."

__A little while earlier__

Irha opened the door, and standing there were Jimin's parents. For a moment, both parties stared at each other in stunned silence. Jimin's father, recovering first, said, "I'm Jimin's father."

Before Irha could respond, Dua approached, curious. "Who is it, Irha?" she asked, only to stop mid-step, equally shocked at the sight of Jimin's parents.

Jimin's father cleared his throat. "May I come in?"

Irha snapped out of her daze, stepping aside quickly. "Of course, please come in." Her voice wavered, betraying her nervousness.

As Jimin's parents walked in, Irha and Dua exchanged anxious glances. Both couldn't shake the same thought: What if they misunderstood everything?

Dua gently placed a reassuring hand on Irha's shoulder and said softly, "Don't worry. Allah will make everything right." Irha nodded , "Inshallah."

The two of them followed behind Jimin's parents as they entered the living room. Jimin's father and mother settled onto the sofa,

Dua said to jimin's parents "Would you like some tea? You must be cold after traveling."

Jimin's father nodded appreciatively. "Yes, it's quite cold outside."

Without missing a beat, Irha stood up, her voice light yet cheerful. "Please, make yourselves comfortable. I'll bring tea right away." She quickly disappeared into the kitchen, leaving Dua alone with Jimin's parents.

Dua sat quietly, , the silence pressing on her. Sensing her discomfort, Jimin's mother broke the quiet, her tone gentle but inquisitive. "Dear "what is your name?"

Startled, Dua looked up quickly. "My name is Dua," she replied softly. "I'm from India."

Jimin's father raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "India? You're from India?"

"Yes," Dua said, her voice steady but polite, just as Irha returned, carefully balancing a tray with steaming cups of tea.

Irha handed the tea to Jimin's parents with a warm smile, easing the tension in the room.

Taking a sip, Jimin's father looked at Dua and asked, "How do you know Jimin?"

Dua exchanged a brief glance with Irha, her heart skipping a beat at the question. Finally, she replied,, "We met at the airport."

Jimin's father nodded thoughtfully. "I see," he said,

Meanwhile, Jimin's mother took a sip of the tea and smiled warmly. "Oh my, this is such delicious tea! I don't think I've ever had anything like this before."

Hearing the compliment, Irha and Dua exchanged a quick glance, both slightly caught off guard. Irha spoke up with a shy smile, "This is Indian tea."

Jimin's mother took another sip, her face lighting up. "It's wonderful, so flavorful."

"Thank you, Aunty," Irha replied, her voice filled with genuine gratitude. "Would you like some more?"

Jimin's mother smiled, clearly pleased, but Jimin's father remained quiet, his expression more serious. The contrast between them was palpable. While Jimin's mother seemed relaxed and cheerful,

The room fell into a brief silence as they finished their tea. After a moment, Jimin's father set his cup down and said firmly, "I'd like to see Jimin's room."

Dua quickly nodded, her tone polite. "Of course, please go ahead."

As Jimin's parents stood to leave, Dua and Irha quietly slipped into the kitchen, giving them space. From a distance, they watched as Jimin's parents made their way to his room, their expressions unreadable.

In the kitchen, Irha paced nervously, her voice trembling. "We're in trouble today. I'm so scared of Jimin's father. Ya Allah, please protect us."

Dua leaned against the counter, her own worry evident in her eyes. "Honestly, I feel the same. Ya Rab, please help us and keep us safe," she whispered, her hands clasped tightly in silent prayer.

Meanwhile, in Jimin's room, his parents stood amidst the quiet atmosphere. Jimin's father's expression was stern as he spoke, "What is going on here? Who are these two girls, and what are they doing here?"

Jimin's mother placed a hand on his arm, her voice calm but thoughtful. "Something must have happened for them to be here. Let's not jump to conclusions."

Jimin's father sighed deeply, his brows furrowed. "I trust Jimin. He might be a bit reckless at times, but he's also incredibly wise."

His mother smiled gently, her voice softening. "Don't worry. And those girls... they seem so innocent. There's something in their eyes-a spark, but also pain. It feels like they've endured a lot, like they've come through unimaginable struggles."

Jimin's father nodded, his expression still serious but less tense..

Jimin's parents returned from the room. His mother quietly sat back on the sofa, her demeanor calm but reflective. Jimin's father, however, paused near the kitchen, noticing Irha and Dua deep in conversation. He stood silently, listening intently to their hushed voices.

Dua's tone was heavy with emotion as she spoke, "Jimin and Jungkook have helped us so much. And what If they hadn't come that day and saved our lives, and we don't know where we would be now.

Irha nodded, her voice trembling. "They've done so much for us. Ya Allah, please make everything right before it's too late. I don't want Jimin and jungkook to suffer because of us. They're' already done more than we could have ever asked for. And if his parents get upset with him and Jungkook because of us..." Her voice trailed off, filled with guilt and fear.

Hearing this, Jimin's father narrowed his eyes, his expression softening slightly as he observed the two girls.

Dua took a deep breath, her determination cutting through the tension. "Even if we have to leave this house today, we don't care .. will tell Aunty and Uncle the whole truth. They deserve to know so they don't misunderstand Jimin and Jungkook because of us."

Irha nodded firmly. "Yes, we won't lie. We can't let their parents think badly of them because of what we've been through.

The girls exchanged a glance, readying themselves, and said, "Let's go."

As they turned to leave the kitchen, Jimin's father quickly stepped away and returned to the living room, sitting beside Jimin's mother.

Noticing his slight unease, she asked curiously, "What were you doing, standing there near the kitchen?"

Jimin's father let out a deep breath, his tone thoughtful. "You were right. These girls... they are innocent. And they've endured more than we can imagine."

Jimin's mother frowned slightly, surprised. "How can you be so sure?"

He gave her a meaningful look, his voice steady but holding back a hint of emotion. "You'll find out soon enough."

Irha and Dua approached Jimin's parents hesitantly, their hearts pounding with nervousness. Jimin's father gestured toward the sofa and said in a calm voice, "Sit down, both of you."

They obeyed quietly, sitting side by side. A quick glance passed between them, Dua took a deep breath, her voice trembling as she said, "Aunty, Uncle, we need to talk to you."

Jimin's father nodded, . "Go ahead, we're listening."

Dua took another deep breath, steadying herself before she began. Slowly, haltingly, she and Irha recounted everything-the struggles they faced back in India, the events that led them here, how they met Jimin and Jungkook, and how they ended up under this roof. Their voices were heavy with emotion, and they left nothing unsaid.

When they finished, Irha looked at Jimin's parents, her voice breaking slightly as she said, "Jimin and jungkook is wonderful person. They helped us so much, more than we could have ever asked for."

Dua added quickly, her tone filled with sincerity, "We've found jobs now, Aunty, Uncle. Little by little, we'll repay Jimin and Jungkook for everything they've done for us."

Jimin's father leaned forward slightly, his voice firm but gentle. "That won't be necessary, dear . You don't owe us anything. Just take care of yourselves."

The word "dear"made both Irha and Dua freeze for a moment. They turned to look at each other, their eyes wide with disbelief, tears threatening to spill.

Jimin's father continued, his voice steady but filled with pride. "I trust my son Jimin, and Jungkook, who is like a son to me, more than I trust myself. They might be a little reckless at times, but they have good hearts. We are proud of them."

Dua and Irha exchanged a look, overwhelmed by the kindness in his words. For the first time in what felt like ages, they felt a sense of relief wash over them. Dua let out a soft sigh, and Irha's lips curved into a small, grateful smile. The tension they had carried with them dissolved in that moment, replaced by a glimmer of hope.

_Present time_Jimin looked at his dad nervously and said, "So… this is what happened."

His dad's eyes narrowed as he responded sharply, "What happened? If I hadn't come here, I wouldn't have known anything. You weren't planning to tell me, were you?"

"No, Dad, we were going to tell you!" Jimin blurted, his voice tinged with urgency.

Jungkook nodded quickly, backing him up. "Yes, dad, we were just about to. Really."

But his dad wasn't convinced. "Oh, really? And when exactly were you planning to tell me? After they had already left? The only reason I know anything is because I showed up here myself."

His tone grew sterner as he added, "Honestly, with you two, I've stopped expecting anything. Two good-for-nothings who can't even handle a simple thing like keeping me informed!"

Jimin's dad stood with his back to them, his posture stiff and radiating frustration. The silence in the room was heavy, and it was clear he was waiting for an explanation—or perhaps, an apology.

Jimin and Jungkook exchanged nervous glances, unsure how to diffuse the situation. After a moment, they nodded at each other, coming to an unspoken agreement.

They stepped forward, positioning themselves in front of their dad. Then, with one last look at each other, they both whispered, "One… two… three," and dropped into squats.

As they started doing sit-ups right there, they began chanting in unison, their voices loud and desperate, "Sorry, Dad! We promise we won't do it again! If we ever do, you can kick us out of the house!"

The sincerity in their voices, paired with the ridiculousness of their actions, was almost comical. Their dad, still standing with his back to them, stiffened. For a moment, it seemed like he was trying not to turn around.

From the other room, Jimin's mom, Dua, and Irha were peeking through the slightly open door. Dua's eyes widened as she clapped a hand over her mouth, trying to stifle her laughter. Irha was biting down on her lip, her face turning red as she whispered, "What are they even doing?"

Jimin's mom leaned against the doorframe, shaking her head with a faint smile. "They've lost their minds, that's what."

The sight of Jimin and Jungkook chanting and doing squats in perfect synchronization was too much to handle. Irha and dua turned away, doubling over in silent laughter,

Meanwhile, Jimin and Jungkook continued their dramatic apology, their voices growing louder with each squat. "We're sorry, Dad! Please don't kick us out! We'll never do it again!"

Finally, their dad let out a deep sigh, shaking his head in exasperation. Slowly, he turned around, his stern expression now mixed with reluctant amusement. "Get up, you two. You're making fools of yourselves."

Jimin and Jungkook immediately stopped, standing up straight as if nothing had happened. They exchanged sheepish grins, relieved to see their dad's expression soften just a little.

From the doorway, a barely-muffled laugh escaped, and their dad's eyes snapped toward the sound. "Great," he muttered under his breath. "Now the whole house thinks you're clowns."

Jimin and Jungkook glanced at each other, their lips twitching as they tried not to laugh themselves. At least, for now,

Jimin's dad finally let out a sigh, his voice softer this time. "Alright, let's go inside. It's getting too cold out here."

The three of them began heading toward the house,

As they entered, Jimin's mom glanced up from her seat, her eyes flickering with amusement. "So, are the father-son lectures over now? Or do you plan to keep freezing out there?"

Jimin chuckled sheepishly, scratching the back of his head. "They're over, Mom." He walked over to her, sitting down beside her with an apologetic smile, the warmth of her presence already making him feel lighter.

Jimin's mom turned her gaze to Jungkook, raising an eyebrow with mock sternness. "And you, Jungkook? Do I need to send you a formal invitation, or will you come sit here on your own?"

Jungkook's eyes widened slightly, and he quickly straightened up, walking over with a nervous grin. "No need for an invitation, mom. I'm coming!"

Jimin's mom shook her head with a smile, patting the seat next to her. "Good. Now sit down before I change my mind."

Everyone sat together in the living room, chatting and laughing, the tension from earlier completely gone. The atmosphere felt warm and light, as if a storm had just passed.

From the kitchen, Irha and Dua stood watching quietly, observing the scene unfold. Irha let out a deep sigh of relief, clutching her chest dramatically. "Finally, I feel at peace. I was so scared looking at Uncle's face. I really thought he wouldn't let them off this time!"

Dua nodded in agreement, her expression just as relieved. "Same here! I was so worried, but thankfully, everything's fine now."

The two of them glanced at each other, Without saying a word, they suddenly grabbed each other's hands, their eyes lighting up with joy.

"Yesss!" they exclaimed together, quietly celebrating their relief. They jumped in place, holding hands, their smiles wide as they shared a moment of unfiltered happiness.

Jimin's father looked around and asked, "Where are those two girls?"

Jimin's mother replied with a gentle smile, "They're in the kitchen, cooking."

Surprised, Jimin's father frowned slightly and said, "Why did you let them go? They've been working since morning!"

His wife chuckled softly. "I told them not to, but they insisted, saying they'd manage just fine."

A small smile crept onto Jimin's father's face. "Wait here," he said, rising from his seat. "I'll handle this."

Turning toward Jimin, he asked in a calm but firm voice, "What are their names again?"

Jungkook, lounging nearby, chimed in, "Dua and Irha."

Jimin's father walked to the kitchen entrance, calling out in a commanding tone, "Dua! Irha! Come out here!"

The sharpness in his voice echoed through the house, catching both girls off guard. Standing in the kitchen, Dua froze mid-action, her hands trembling slightly. She exchanged a wide-eyed glance with Irha.

Dua whispered, "Ya Allah, what just happened? Why did Uncle call us like that?"

Irha swallowed nervously. "I don't know… Everything seemed fine a moment ago."

Dua hesitated before saying, "Come on, let's go see what's wrong."

Heartbeats racing, the two stepped out of the kitchen, their heads slightly lowered in apprehension. "Yes, Uncle?" Dua asked softly.

Jimin's father's gaze was stern, his voice unyielding. "As long as I'm in this house, you two are not doing any work. I'll hire help for all the chores if needed, but you both are guests here. And guests don't work in this house. Do you understand?"

Dua and Irha exchanged panicked glances before speaking together in protest, "No, no, Uncle, please!"

Dua, her voice edged with desperation, pleaded, "Please don't do this, Uncle. We're happy to help. It's no trouble at all."

Irha added earnestly, "Yes, Uncle. You've already done so much for us. Please, let us contribute in some way."

But Jimin's father was unmoved, though his tone softened slightly. "No. You're our guests, and I won't have it any other way."

Dua, determined, stepped forward slightly. "Uncle, please. We're part of this family now. Let us feel like it."

Seeing the sincerity in their eyes, Jimin's father sighed. "Fine," he relented, "but on one condition: as long as I'm here, you won't overwork yourselves. And about the food… we'll all go out together for dinner. Deal?"

A wave of relief washed over the girls as they nodded quickly. "OkUncle," they said in unison, their smiles finally breaking through.

Jimin's father's expression softened further as he ruffled their heads gently. "That's better. Now go rest. No more sneaking into the kitchen!"

Jimin's father glanced around the room and smiled. "Jimin, let's head out today. Take us somewhere nice."

Jimin nodded enthusiastically. "Sure, Dad."

Turning to Jimin's mother, as well as Dua and Irha, Jimin's father said warmly, "You all go get ready. We're going out tonight."

Jimin's mother chuckled, crossing her arms. "Ready? I've been ready since I got here! These two girls haven't let me lift a finger since I arrived. Usually, when I visit, I have to fix up the house, organize everything. But this time, I've just been sitting around, enjoying myself."

She turned to Dua and Irha, her expression kind. "Go on, my dear girls, get dressed. We'll wait for you here. Tonight, we're going to have a wonderful meal together."

Dua and Irha exchanged a quick glance, their faces lighting up with excitement. "Okay, Aunty!" they said in unison before hurrying off to their room.

It didn't take them long to get ready. Just a short while later, they descended the stairs, their simplicity radiating a quiet charm. Dressed modestly yet elegantly, their outfits reflected their humble yet graceful personalities.

Jimin's parents looked at them with pride and warmth. Jimin's mother smiled and said softly, "You both look lovely."

Jimin's father nodded approvingly. "Perfect. Let's go, everyone."

After arriving at the restaurant, everyone eagerly placed their orders. As always, Irha and Dua chose the simplest and least expensive dishes on the menu. Jimin's father, ever observant, noticed this small gesture and couldn't help but admire their modesty and humility. It was little things like these that revealed the goodness in their hearts.

The evening was filled with laughter and light-hearted conversations. Everyone enjoyed the delicious meal and the warmth of each other's company. Once they were done, they headed back home, their spirits high and their bellies full.

Back at the house, Jimin turned to his father and asked, "Dad, are you staying here tonight, or are you heading back home?"

Jimin's father smiled and replied, "No, I'll stay here tonight."

Before Jimin could say anything else, Irha interjected politely, "But Uncle, where will you and Aunty sleep? The other rooms aren't cleaned yet. You should take our room. Dua and I will sleep here in the living room."

Jimin's father looked at her with a soft, appreciative smile. Then, turning to Jimin, his expression hardened—but only slightly, a teasing glint in his eyes. "You know, Jimin, not once have you ever said, 'Dad, you can have my room tonight.' Look at these girls—such wonderful manners and such thoughtful upbringing by their parents. And then there's you two," he added, shaking his head dramatically. "The complete opposite! You take our good parenting for granted!"

Jimin and Jungkook, caught off guard, exchanged stunned glances, their jaws dropping slightly at the playful reprimand.

With a sly grin, Jimin's father continued, "Tonight, your mother and I will sleep in your room. And you two… well, you can sleep here on the sofas. Understood, you lazy donkeys?"

Dua and Irha, who had been trying to suppress their giggles, finally let out soft chuckles, their hands covering their mouths to avoid bursting into full laughter.

Jimin, however, wasn't amused. He shot Irha a glare, his eyes narrowing as if he were silently warning her, I'll deal with you later. Irha, unfazed by his glare, simply smirked, her amusement evident.

Meanwhile, poor Jungkook found himself caught in the middle of the teasing chaos. Unsure of what to say, he simply looked back and forth between everyone, silently questioning why he had to be a part of this mess.

Saying this, Jimin's father walked off to the room with Jimin's mother, leaving the others behind.

Jimin, still fuming, turned his sharp gaze toward Irha, who, along with Dua, burst into uncontrollable laughter. Their giggles filled the living room, further fueling Jimin's irritation.

"You… just wait," Jimin threatened, his tone low but fiery.

Irha, wiping a tear from her laughter, looked at him with a teasing smirk. "Wait for what? What will you do?"

Jimin narrowed his eyes. "Let Dad leave first, then you'll find out."

Irha tilted her head and leaned slightly closer, a mischievous grin playing on her lips. "Oh really? And what if Uncle sees you trying to argue with me? What will you do then?"

Jimin's confidence faltered for a moment, but he forced himself to reply, "So what?"

Irha crossed her arms and chuckled, her voice dripping with mock innocence. "Then he'll make you do squats as punishment. Just like last time, remember? When you had to do them in front of everyone?"

At this, Jimin's jaw dropped in shock, his face turning crimson with embarrassment. His mind raced back to that mortifying incident, and his ears burned at the memory.

Jungkook, who had been sitting quietly, suddenly turned his gaze to Dua, realization dawning on him. They saw everything. His cheeks turned a bright red as well, and he quickly averted his eyes, unable to look at Dua. The thought of them witnessing such an embarrassing moment was too much to handle.

Jimin's voice broke the awkward silence. "You… you saw that?" he asked, still in disbelief.

Irha grinned mischievously and nodded. "We saw everything."

Jimin groaned, running a hand over his face in frustration. He turned away, muttering something under his breath, trying to process his humiliation. When he turned back around, Irha and Dua were already heading toward their room, their laughter trailing behind them.

"I'll deal with you!" Jimin called out after them, but his voice lacked its usual conviction.

Irha paused at the door, turning back just enough to smirk at him again. "Oh, I'm so scared," she teased before disappearing into the room with Dua.

Left with no clever comeback, Jimin sighed heavily and plopped onto the sofa, utterly defeated.

Meanwhile, poor Jungkook sat frozen, his face still red. He looked like he wanted to disappear. "Why am I even involved in this?" he muttered under his breath, shaking his head.

The living room fell quiet, but the echoes of Irha and Dua's teasing laughter lingered, leaving Jimin and Jungkook stewing in their embarrassment.

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