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Eyüp Sultan Mosque, Istanbul: a meditative travel essay

"She didn't come for miracle — only air."

Short story

"Unlatched" is a story of a quiet visit to Eyüp. It is about stilness, scent and the ache of waiting. Part personal reflection, part spiritual moment. One of those days that doesn't change you, but gently reminds you you are still here.

UNLATCHED

She didn’t come for miracles — only air, perhaps. A quiet day. The doctor had said “monitoring.” Her sister had said “natural remedies.” The silences in her own home had said something else. Still, she came.

It was early when she reached Eyüp, before the noise and the crowds. A few boats moved along the Golden Horn like thoughts drifting across a half-waking mind. She entered the courtyard beneath the plane trees, their branches still heavy with last night’s wind.

She moved through the courtyard slowly, not out of reverence, but because everything there asked for slowness. The mosque walls wore the morning sun like faded silk. The stone underfoot had been polished by centuries of footsteps — sultans and strangers, mothers and mourners. There was something solemn in the way the pigeons circled — not frantic, not aimless, but purposeful, like keepers of something unspoken.

Near the tomb, women sat in quiet conversation, some praying, others just resting, their eyes tracing the latticework of the grilles. Pieces of fabric fluttered where hopes had been tied like leaves clinging to a tree. She didn’t tie one herself, only watched. It felt like enough to witness what others had placed there.

She lingered. Not at the tomb, but just beyond it, where the breeze moved more freely. She didn’t pray. Thoughts came unbidden, soft and unruly. She thought of her son, of how the mornings had begun to feel like promises she couldn’t keep and of how time was now measured in tests and shadows on screens.

The call to prayer rose — gentle, almost private. It slipped between the cypress trees, curled around the domes, and dissolved into the sky.

As she turned toward the outer edge of the courtyard, she noticed a man standing by the wall, wrapped in a long coat that brushed the tops of his worn shoes. He moved little, only shifting now and then to adjust the tray he held before him — small glass vials carefully arranged on dark wood. Perfumes, she realized. Tiny bottles catching the light, their contents amber, rose, smoke.

He didn’t call out. Didn’t sell. Only stood, as if keeping vigil beside the memory of a scent. A few passersby paused, curious. He would lift a stopper, let them breathe in something ancient — oud, perhaps, or crushed petals folded into musk — and then lower it again with a nod that felt almost like a blessing.

She didn’t approach. Only watched him from a few steps away. And for a moment, she thought the mingled scents reached her — warm, earthy, faintly, like the inside of an old book. The kind that holds a postcard between its pages someone once tucked there, believing it would mean something.

Behind her, a man recited something under his breath — steady, almost mechanical. The sound tugged at a memory. Maybe wind through a stairwell. Or her own breath on a freezing day.

Later, she followed the stone path that wound up the hill, flanked by graves that leaned toward one another like old confidants. Their worn inscriptions spoke of sailors, sheikhs, poets, lost children. One rose with a headstone shaped like a turban, its surface dulled and softened by weather and time. She paused there, fingers grazing the stone. There was peace, but not the kind she had imagined. It was the quiet of things that had accepted their own shape.

At the top of the hill, in the shadow of the café, she sat. The tea was too strong. She could barely taste it. But the glass was warm in her hands, and that, for now, was something.

Below, the Golden Horn stretched out, its surface shifting with stories she’d never know.

When she finally stood to leave, nothing inside her had shifted dramatically. The ache remained, the uncertainty, too. But she also sensed — without needing to explain it — that she no longer stood entirely on one side of things. Something had loosened. Not healed, only unlatched.

As she descended through the ancient cemetery, passed once more beneath the trees, past the tomb, past the women with their folded cloth and quiet hands, something barely formed began to settle. Not an answer, not a turn in the story — just a soft shift, like the weight of a room adjusting when someone leaves. Only a stillness she didn’t resist. A pause that held. A place between.

History, architecture and art

Eyüp Sultan Camii (Eyüp Sultan Mosque), Eyüp, Istanbul

History

Eyüp Sultan Mosque marks the burial site of Abu Ayyub al‑Ansari, a companion of Prophet Muhammad who died during the Arab siege of Constantinople (674–678). His tomb was reportedly discovered through a dream experienced by the Sufi Akşemseddin. Sultan Mehmed II ordered the construction of the mosque and mausoleum in 1458, as one of the first monumental sites of the new Ottoman capital. The complex was reconstructed between 1798 and 1800 under Selim III, adopting Ottoman Baroque aesthetics while preserving its classical spatial configuration.

Religious significance

Eyüp Sultan is among Istanbul’s most sacred pilgrimage sites, especially for ziyāra — the pious visitation to a holy tomb or shrine. While not obligatory like the hajj, this ritual is widely embraced among Sunni Muslims. Abu Ayyub’s status as a wali* helps explain the shrine’s spiritual magnetism, particularly for those seeking blessings or intercession. Eyüp also carries imperial significance: Ottoman sultans traditionally traversed the Accession Way (Cülus Yolu) and received the Sword of Osman beside the plane tree before entering the mosque’s interior.

*A wali (Arabic: ولي, plural: awliya) is a term in Islamic tradition that generally refers to a saint or a friend of God. The word "wali" translates literally to "protector" or "guardian" in Arabic, but in a spiritual and religious context, it is used to describe someone who has reached a high level of piety, closeness to God, and spiritual realization. The term is used in both Sunni and Shia Islam, though its interpretation and emphasis can vary between different Islamic schools of thought.

Healing & folk religion

Linda Hyökki in Daily Sabah emphasizes the layered, lived spirituality of Eyüp. Visitors often pause beneath the great plane (çınar) tree, whispering supplications and reciting the chapter Yā Sīn**, widely regarded as spiritually efficacious. A sign near birdseed vendors echoes a hadith: “Feeding birds is an act of worship.” These practices reveal how the boundary between the sacred and the everyday dissolves here — where divine blessing (baraka) is sensed through touch, sound, and animal presence.

Women are particularly visible in Eyüp’s devotional milieu. Though families may visit for boy circumcision ceremonies, women predominate among pilgrims. Scholars note that divine figures like Abu Ayyub are often believed able to intercede on matters affecting women — creating a feminized devotional space within the courtyard’s green shade.

**Ya-Sīn (Arabic: يس) is the name of the 36th chapter (Surah) of the Quran. It is often referred to as the "heart of the Quran" due to its deep spiritual significance and its central role in Islamic teachings. The name Ya-Sīn itself comes from the Arabic letters "Ya" and "Seen" (يس), which are among the Arabic letters that appear at the beginning of certain surahs, known as Muqattaʿat (disjointed letters). These letters are considered a divine mystery whose precise meaning is not known, though scholars often interpret them as symbols of God's omnipotence and majesty.

Charity & imaret: sustaining the sacred

Immediately adjacent to the mosque stands the Mihrişah Valide Sultan Complex, founded in 1792–1796 by Mihrişah Sultan, mother of Selim III. Its core institution—the imaret, or Ottoman public kitchen—is one of the few still functioning today, offering hot meals to approximately 2,000–2,500 people daily, including Syrian refugees and marginalized residents.

During Kurban Bayramı***, sacrificial livestock donated at Eyüp are formally processed at the imaret’s on-site slaughterhouse. Imaret staff prepare the meat — some served fresh, the rest preserved as kavurma — and distribute it throughout Istanbul and other regions of Turkey, with up to 1,300–1,500 donations handled annually. The meat is also sent to earthquake-affected regions, highlighting the imaret’s sustained role in charitable continuity.

***Kurban Bayramı, also known as the Feast of Sacrifice, is one of the most significant religious holidays in Islam. It is celebrated by Muslims worldwide and marks the end of the Hajj pilgrimage to Mecca. The holiday commemorates the sacrifice of Ibrahim (Abraham), who was willing to sacrifice his son Isma'il (Ishmael) in obedience to God's command. However, God intervened and provided a ram to be sacrificed in Isma'il's place, as a test of Ibrahim's devotion and faith.

Pigeons

Inside the mosque plaza, vendors sell birdseed, and visitors feed flocks of pigeons. A plaque reminds them of the Prophet’s teaching that feeding birds is an act of worship. The birds animate the courtyard with soft movement, their tranquil presence adding a living layer to Eyüp’s status as a threshold between city and shrine.

Çınar (Plane) trees

The great çınar (Platanus orientalis) trees shading the courtyard of Eyüp Sultan Mosque are far more than mere landscape elements. As the academic Eric Ross notes, these venerable trees — some living, others preserved as carefully tended stumps — are integral to the spiritual and architectural fabric of Ottoman sacred sites. Like ancient oaks or baobabs elsewhere, mature çınars inspire awe and often hold a numinous presence, blurring the line between nature and the sacred.

In Ottoman cities from the Balkans to the Himalayas, çınars have long graced mosque complexes and shrines, their longevity sometimes stretching to 700 or even 1,000 years. At Eyüp, the courtyard’s great plane trees connect pilgrims not only to nature’s endurance but also to centuries of devotion and memory. Visitors pause reverentially to touch the bark, sensing an unseen vitality in these silent sentinels.

Historically, these trees have been linked to spiritual retreat and Sufi meditation — as reflected in Persian miniatures showing mystics resting within their trunks — and continue to embody a living continuum between earthly presence and divine aspiration. At Eyüp Sultan, the çınars shade the site where pilgrims gather, rest, and renew their connection to the sacred companion of the Prophet buried below.

In this way, the çınar trees contribute to Eyüp’s liminal atmosphere. They hold time itself in suspension: witness to Ottoman sultans’ rituals, to centuries of whispered prayers, and to the gentle rhythms of daily devotion beneath their branches.

As poet Arif Ocakçı’s verses celebrate, the noble çınar stands as a symbol of steadfast love, resilience, and spiritual embrace — qualities mirrored in the pilgrim’s journey through Eyüp’s threshold:

“Chinar tree lives so very long, Sending its love to the skies and pain into the earth. A verdant beauty, bearing leaves. So you should be.”

Thus, the courtyard’s plane trees do not merely shade or beautify — they form living architecture, a bridge between history, spirituality, and the natural world, enfolding the sacred precinct in an enduring embrace.

The ancient cemetery of Eyüp

Surrounding the Eyüp Sultan Mosque and mausoleum is one of Istanbul’s most historically significant cemeteries, sprawling over the northern slope of the hill. This cemetery has been a favoured burial ground for centuries, particularly since the Ottoman conquest of Constantinople in 1453. It became the final resting place for many of the city’s eminent statesmen, religious scholars, Sufi leaders, and notable figures. The cemetery’s prominence stems not only from its proximity to the revered tomb of Abu Ayyub al-Ansari but also from the Ottoman practice of burying the elite and spiritual leaders near sacred sites to gain blessings and prestige.

The cemetery’s terraces ascend the hillside, offering sweeping views of the Golden Horn and the city beyond. Many of the graves are marked by intricately carved tombstones and monumental türbes (mausoleums), reflecting Ottoman funerary art and architectural styles. Interspersed among the graves are charitable institutions such as medreses (theological schools), imarets (soup kitchens), and sebils (public fountains), which historically served both the living community and honored the memory of the deceased.

The cemetery’s serene environment, shaded by towering çinar trees, adds a sense of timelessness and sacred calm. It remains an active burial site, blending layers of history, spirituality, and urban life, making it not only a place of remembrance but also a living heritage site within Istanbul.

Culinary tips

Gözleme & simit on the hilltop

In the heart of Istanbul, where the bustle of the streets blends with the scent of freshly baked bread, there are two simple yet iconic foods that embody the spirit of the city: gözleme and simit.

Gözleme: the Turkish roll that tells a story

Gözleme, a thin, hand-rolled flatbread, is filled with an assortment of ingredients that range from spinach and feta cheese to minced meat or potatoes, all seasoned with just the right touch of Turkish spices. Cooked on a large, flat griddle, it’s served hot and crispy, often wrapped in parchment paper to preserve its warmth. With each bite, the soft interior mingles with the slightly crunchy exterior, a perfect balance of textures, while the rich filling bursts with flavour. Gözleme is the type of food that makes one stop in the middle of a busy day, sit at a corner table, and simply take in the moment. It’s a meal as much about experience as it is about taste, whether eaten by the Bosphorus or in the bustling streets of Beyoğlu.

Simit: The golden ring that unites the city

This sesame-covered bread holds its place in the hearts of locals and visitors alike. It’s often called the “Turkish bagel,” but its crisp, golden-brown crust and generous coat of sesame seeds make it distinct. Simit vendors can be seen all over the city, carrying their baskets in the early morning hours, calling out their song as they walk the streets. There’s something inherently comforting about it — the way it can be enjoyed alone with a steaming cup of tea, or shared among friends as they walk through the narrow streets, the sun casting long shadows across the cobblestones. The bread is slightly sweet and nutty, with a chewy interior that pairs wonderfully with Turkish cheeses, olives, or just a simple smear of butter.

These two foods, humble yet rich in tradition, offer a taste of Istanbul that resonates long after the meal ends. Whether savoured on a busy street corner or in the quiet of a local café, gözleme and simit remind us that food is not just about nourishment but about connection — to the city, its culture, and its people.

A charming spot that offers sweeping views and hot tea.

Pierre Loti Café – A peaceful escape above the Golden Horn

Just above the Eyüp Sultan Complex and the ancient cemetery, tucked away atop a hill with sweeping views of the Golden Horn, Pierre Loti Café is a tranquil escape from the bustle of Istanbul. Named after the French writer Pierre Loti, who found inspiration here, the café offers a serene atmosphere perfect for reflection.

The food is simple yet unforgettable. The gözleme — a crispy, hand-rolled flatbread filled with spinach and feta — is a perfect balance of textures, warm and satisfying. Paired with a golden simit, its crunchy, sesame-covered exterior and chewy interior make it a comforting staple of Turkish street food.

But it’s not just the food that makes the café special. With its peaceful ambiance, the café feels like a bridge between past and present, offering a quiet moment to appreciate the timeless spirit of Istanbul. Whether you’re enjoying your tea or simply taking in the view, Piere Loti Café feels like a pause in time, a place where you can slow down and breathe.

It’s more than a café — it’s a peaceful haven, offering a taste of the city’s soul.

Source: Eyüp Sultan Mosque, Istanbul: a meditative travel essay

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The Seal of Destiny- Seokjin (Part 2)

Seokjin stood alone on the balcony of the palace. It had been five years since he left his little village to join the army at the Capital. His mother had begged him not to go.

“We are finally living freely, my son. Do not go looking for revenge. Nothing good will come out of it.” His mother had pleaded with him.

“I will not go looking for revenge, Mother. But we deserve a better life. The boys deserve a better life. I can give it to them by joining the army.” He had tried to explain to her.

That was exactly what Seokjin did in the Capital. With the earnings that he made as a soldier, he could finally provide his younger brothers a better education. They can finally build a better life. He had never regretted his decision and he did not go looking for revenge either. He kept his head down, performed his duty well and rose ranks in the army.

He was one of the fastest promoted captains in the history of the army. The men he led were some of the well-reputed units in the army and they were appreciated by the Generals and even the King. During his time in the Capital, he was quick to realize that if he wanted to work on his revenge, he may easily find allies. There were many Lords and Generals who did not like the careless way that the King was running the kingdom, and on top of it, the Prince, a spoiled brat, caused havoc across the kingdom. There were many rebel groups who created unrest in the kingdom, in order to topple the King, but somehow despite all the resistance, the King somehow managed to keep his throne. Despite all this, Seokjin did not act on his revenge, keeping the promise made to his mother in mind.

Again, it was not like he did not have any opportunity to rebel. He knew that the mark of the Goddess that he and his brothers bore, made them a legitimate leader in the eyes of the people. All he had to do was show his mark, and he could unite all the different factions into one and overthrow the regime. All his brothers had followed him to the Capital one by one in the last five years, and they were all spread across the Capital in such a way that all the important information regarding the kingdom always fell in Seokjin’s ears. And yet, he had no intention to rebel. That was until, the girl he was in talks for an arranged marriage was killed by the Prince along with her entire family.

General Yang had one daughter. All he ever wished for her was to settle in a good family with a good husband. He was well aware that being a General’s daughter, she would be a target of many power plays amongst the nobility. Before she gained unwarranted attraction from any nobles, General Yang decided to marry his daughter to Seokjin. Seokjin was afterall one of the well reputed captains of the army, and he was young, which would mean that there is still time for him to make significant advancement in his career in the army. By being the son-in-law of General Yang, Seokjin would also gain an advantage in promotions. It was a win-win situation for both the parties. The agreement of marriage was made. Seokjin had asked for some time to bring his mother to the Capital to attend the marriage, which seemed reasonable to all parties. But this particular time, changed the course of the entire history.

Post the agreement, General Yang’s daughter had begun her preparations for her marriage. During her visit to the market to purchase some wedding items, the Prince had first glance. The Prince made a move on her, which she politely declined. This angered him. He called General Yang to him and ordered him to give his daughter to him. General Yang along with some trusted Lords arrived and tried to explain to the Prince that the girl was already promised to someone else. The Prince did not see any reason to the arguments. In anger, he ordered his minions to execute General Yang and his entire family. If he could not have the girl, no one else could have her either, was his argument.

When Seokjin heard that the entire Yang family was executed, his rage seemed to have no bounds.

“Should I still not look for revenge, Mother?” Seokjin asked. “The country is in ruins, and there is a ruthless and spoiled brat who will become future King. Should I still keep my head down?”

His mother hugged him and tried her best to ease his aching heart. All she could do was let him do what he thinks is right.

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The Seal of Destiny- Prologue

Raina rode the horse as fast as she could through the forest. They had been riding for more than a day without any rest. She knew that the horse was tired; she was tired, but the only thing in her mind was to reach as far away as possible for the safety of her unborn child. She knew she had to make it, not only for herself and the child, the future of her kingdom depended on their survival. She had to make it for her husband, who would probably be dead right now.

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Queen Raina always considered herself as blessed. She had grown up in a decent aristocratic family of the Eldoria, she had received good education and she set to marry the prince of the Eldoria, whom she actually loved. The Goddess had been truly kind to her. With her marriage to the Prince, they were to lead their little kingdom to a prosperous future. All of those dreams and plans went up in the flames very soon after her marriage.

Being a small kingdom, a prosperous one at that, meant that there were eyes on it constantly, waiting for an opportunity to conquer. And they got their opportunity. The late king had passed away due to prolonged illness, and the newly wedded couple had ascended the throne as the new King and Queen of Eldoria. Her husband had done everything in his power to make sure that the kingdom would not suffer much due to this momentous loss. When the enemies had arrived at the border, Raina and her husband did everything in their power to negotiate a truce, which would be beneficial to all parties, but none of them worked. In the end there was war, and as most wars go, there was betrayal. A minister, who they had thought as their loyal aid, in turn betrayed them, making them not only lose war and lives, it had caused Queen Raina, who had been with child, to flee her kingdom with few trusted knights. They were showered with arrows as they were fleeing, but somehow they managed to ride out.

–

The last of her knights had finally succumbed to his injuries. Raina was all alone now. The plan was to ride as far as possible from the clutches of the invaders, as far away from Eldoria as possible, seeking shelter and protection till the birth of the child.

Suddenly, the horse took a tumble, causing it along with Raina to fall. Her head had hit on a rock and it was bleeding. There was a sharp pain in her stomach.

“No please, no.” She weeped. She prayed hard that nothing should happen to her child. She tried to look up and saw blood between her legs. The horse was also unable to stand due to exhaustion. Her eyes slowly started closing. She sent out a final prayer before fainting.

Please Goddess, protect my child.

–

She knew she was dreaming as she was back in Eldoria, in her childhood home, in her room. Her room was the same as she had left before her marriage, hints of her childhood lingering here and there. She turned around quickly hearing a sound, thinking it would be her mother, but it was someone else.

The unknown person looked vaguely familiar, though Raina could not recall ever meeting her. She looked ethereal. She was wearing a simple ivory colored dress with golden borders. She had a thin tiara on her head.

“Who are you?” She asked.

The lady simply smiled.

“How are you my child?”

“I asked you a question. Who are you? What are you doing in my room?”

“You do not recognize me my dear? You worship me daily, seeking blessing and wellbeing for your husband and the kingdom.”

Raina froze on her spot. She worshiped daily to the Goddess and seeked blessing and wellbeing for her husband and the kingdom. The woman standing in front of her could not be the Goddess. Could she?

The Goddess smiled and raised her hand to her cheeks.

“My dear, you have been through a lot of pain.”

Tears started flowing through Raina’s eyes. The Goddess wiped some of them.

“Don’t worry my child. You are my chosen. You will bear children who will bring peace to the land.”

This made Raina cry harder.

“My child has died.”

“Your daughter has sacrificed herself for you and her brothers. When peace will reign on the land, she will be born as a daughter to your son. She has played her part. Now it is time you do.”

“What should I do? What can I do? I have nothing.”

“Don’t forget, my child. You have my blessings. All you need is to wake up.”

—-

When Raina woke up, she was not laying in the forest, she was in a moving cart. Through her hazy sight she could see a figure, the hands were moving. Slowly her sight became clear, and she saw an old lady, knitting quietly. The old lady had not noticed her yet, so she took the chance to observe her surroundings. The cart was moving, someone must be at the front. Boxes were stacked up neatly in the side of the cart, secured in a manner that it would not fall on her. At the mouth of the cart, she could see a make-shift sleeping mattress. The space did not look comfortable for anyone to sleep. She tried to move, it was then the old lady looked up to her.

“Oh! You are awake!” She exclaimed. She then called out to someone at the front to stop the cart. She then helped Raina to sit-up.

“We do not have much space in the cart, so it might be slightly uncomfortable.” She said kindly. She gave Raina some water from a pouch. The cart had stopped by then and a few minutes later, a old man walked up the opening of the cart.

“Hello!” He said politely. “How are you feeling, my dear?”

“I- I am fine.” Raina replied hoarsely.

“I am Bu Young. This is my wife, Bu Yun-Hee. We found you unconscious and your horse injured. We took the liberty to provide both of you first aid and bring both of you with us. Though, I am sorry to say that we could not save your baby.” He bowed his head down. Raina’s eyes were filled with tears hearing this. Yun-Hee quickly hugged her and consoled her.

“We also found this.” Bu Young said while bringing forward a box. “The lid has the mark of Goddess. We thought that it would be important.” She took the box, her hands were shaking. She remembered the dream she had of the Goddess. She did not bother to open the box, simply held it by her chest and cried.

—-

The three of them had reached a secluded village after a week. Raina, who had gained reasonable strength by then, thanked the old couple for their help and kindness and told them that she will be leaving. Bu Yun-Hee immediately asked her where she would go. Raina did not have any answer to that.

“Stay here dear. We all can help each other to heal.”

So Raina stayed. She helped the couple on the farm. She helped them with the chores around the house. She had heard in the village marketplace regarding the attack on Eldoria. The people were saying that everything had been destroyed and the king was killed. She cried hard that night. Her memories flooded in front of her eyes- the good as well as the bad. She still had not opened the box that she received from the Goddess. That night, she picked up the box and opened it. There lay seven seals in them- one in the center and six surrounding it in a circle. There were runes marked on them. She did not understand what any of the runes meant. She picked up the one in the center, looked at it from all the sides and instinctively kept it by the window seal. She stared at it for a few moments and then went to her room. She was tired, not just physically, but mentally and emotionally too.

While she was gone, a bright light emitted from the seal and it broke. The next morning, the entire household woke up to a baby’s cry. When they came by the window they saw a baby, in a basket, with a mark on its chest, the mark same as that of the seal, which was lying broken by the window.

This was how Seokjin was born.

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The Seal of Destiny- Prologue [TEASER]

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The Seal of Destiny

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Summary:

The Goddess had blessed Queen Raina with 7 seals. Each seal when broken, will provide the Queen with a child, and each child blessed by the Goddess herself to bring prosperity to the land.

Prologue

Seokjin

Yoongi

Hoseok

Namjoon

Jimin

Taehyung

Jungkook

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La la la la Love

The school bell rang, signaling the end of another tedious math class. Hana quickly packed her books, hoping to avoid any unnecessary encounters. But as she turned the corner, she ran into the last person she wanted to see—Kim Taehyung.

“Well, well, if it isn’t Hana,” Taehyung drawled, a smirk playing on his lips. “Where are you rushing off to?”

Hana’s heart pounded in her chest. “J-Just going to the library,” she stammered, avoiding his piercing gaze.

Taehyung’s smirk widened. “I think you have time for a little chat, don’t you?” He stepped closer, his presence overwhelming.

She took a step back, fear evident in her eyes. “Please, Taehyung, I don’t want any trouble.”

He reached out, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “Who said anything about trouble?” His voice was soft, almost tender, but Hana could see the dangerous glint in his eyes.

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During lunch, Hana sat alone in the cafeteria, trying to enjoy her meal. Taehyung watched her from across the room, his eyes never leaving her. His friends, Namjoon and Yoongi, noticed his fixation.

“Why don’t you just leave her alone, Taehyung?” Namjoon suggested, concern in his voice.

Taehyung tore his gaze away from Hana and looked at his friend. “I can’t. She’s… different.”

Yoongi raised an eyebrow. “Different how?”

Taehyung didn’t answer, his eyes drifting back to Hana. He stood up, ignoring his friends’ questioning looks, and made his way to her table.

“Mind if I join you?” he asked, not waiting for a response as he sat down next to her.

Hana tensed, her appetite disappearing. “Why are you doing this?”

He leaned in, his voice low. “Because I can’t stay away from you.”

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Hana was sitting alone in the cafeteria, trying to eat her lunch in peace.

Suddenly, Taehyung and his friends approached her table. He sat down next to her, an unsettling grin on his face.

"What's for lunch today, Hana?" he asked, leaning in too close for comfort.

Hana tried to ignore him, but he grabbed her sandwich, taking a bite.

"Not bad," he said, his eyes never leaving hers.

"Give it back, Taehyung," she said quietly, her voice trembling.

"Why? So you can eat it in your little corner all alone?" he taunted, tossing the sandwich back onto her tray.

Hana felt tears prickling her eyes but refused to let them fall.

"Why do you do this?"

"Because it's fun," he replied, his grin widening.

"And because you react every time."Before she could respond, he stood up, his eyes flashing with something darker.

"See you around, Hana."

During gym class, Hana tried to stay out of Taehyung's way, but he seemed to find her no matter where she went. As they played dodgeball, he made a point of targeting her with every throw.

"Hey, Hana!" he shouted, just before hurling a ball directly at her.

It hit her hard, knocking her to the ground.Laughter erupted around her, but Hana felt only the sting of humiliation and pain. She looked up to see Taehyung smirking down at her.

"Better watch out, Hana. You're an easy target," he said, his voice mocking.

Hana picked herself up, her cheeks burning with embarrassment and anger.

"Why can't you just leave me alone?"

Taehyung's smirk faded, replaced by a flicker of something more complex.

"Because I can't," he said quietly, before turning and walking away.

The cafeteria was abuzz with the usual chatter as Taehyung and the boys sat at their usual table, joking and laughing amongst themselves. Suddenly, a hush fell over the room as someone approached their table.

"Hey, Taehyung," a voice called out. It was one of the school's notorious troublemakers, a cocky grin on his face. "I've got a challenge for you."

Taehyung raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Oh yeah? What kind of challenge?"

The troublemaker leaned in, a mischievous glint in his eye. "I dare you to kiss the first person who walks in through that door."

Taehyung's friends exchanged uneasy glances, sensing trouble. Namjoon opened his mouth to protest, but Taehyung held up a hand, a smirk playing on his lips.

"Fine," Taehyung said, his voice filled with bravado. "You're on."

Just as the challenge was accepted, the cafeteria door swung open, and Hana walked in, her eyes downcast as she headed towards the lunch line. Taehyung's heart skipped a beat as he watched her, a rush of conflicting emotions flooding through him.

"Wait, Taehyung, we shouldn't—" Namjoon started, but it was too late. Taehyung was already on his feet, striding purposefully towards Hana.

"Hana!" he called out, drawing the attention of the entire cafeteria. She looked up, startled, as Taehyung approached her.

The room fell silent as Taehyung stood in front of Hana, his heart pounding in his chest. He could see the confusion and fear in her eyes, and for a moment, he hesitated. But then, with a determined glint in his eye, he reached out and gently cupped her face, leaning in to press his lips against hers.

Gasps echoed through the cafeteria as Taehyung kissed Hana, his friends looking on in shock. But as he pulled away, he saw something in Hana's eyes that gave him hope – a flicker of something resembling understanding.

He met her gaze, silently pleading for forgiveness, before turning and walking back to his table, leaving the entire cafeteria in stunned silence. As he sat down, his friends stared at him, speechless.

"What was that, Taehyung?" Yoongi finally managed to sputter.

Taehyung shrugged, trying to appear nonchalant despite the turmoil raging inside him. "Just a kiss, right?"

But deep down, he knew it was so much more than that. It was a bold declaration of his feelings for Hana, a risk he had taken in front of the entire school. And as he stole a glance at her across the cafeteria, he couldn't help but wonder what would come next.

As the cafeteria gradually returned to its usual buzz of activity, Hana stood frozen in place, her mind racing. She felt the lingering warmth of Taehyung's lips on hers, a confusing mix of emotions swirling inside her. Part of her was shocked by his boldness, while another part couldn't deny the flutter of something resembling excitement deep within her chest.

Meanwhile, Taehyung tried to maintain his composure, but his heart was racing with anticipation and anxiety. He stole glances at Hana from across the room, hoping to catch a glimpse of her reaction, but she avoided his gaze, her expression unreadable.

Namjoon cleared his throat, breaking the tense silence at their table. "Taehyung, what was that all about?" he asked, his voice tinged with concern.

Taehyung shrugged, attempting to play it cool despite the turmoil churning inside him. "Just having a little fun, Joonie," he replied with a smirk, though his eyes betrayed the uncertainty he felt.

Yoongi raised an eyebrow, his gaze piercing. "Fun? That didn't look like fun, Taehyung. It looked like you were making a statement."

Taehyung's smirk faltered, and he shifted uncomfortably in his seat. He knew his friends were onto him, but he wasn't ready to admit the true extent of his feelings for Hana – not yet, at least.

Before the conversation could continue, Hana quietly slipped out of the cafeteria, her mind spinning with confusion. She needed time to process what had just happened, to sort through the jumble of emotions that Taehyung's impulsive kiss had stirred within her.

As the bell signaling the end of lunch rang out, Taehyung glanced around the now-empty cafeteria, his heart heavy with regret. He knew he had crossed a line, and he couldn't shake the feeling that he had just made a mess of things – not just for himself, but for Hana as well.

With a heavy sigh, Taehyung rose from his seat, his friends following suit. As they made their way out of the cafeteria, he couldn't help but steal one last glance at the door through which Hana had disappeared.

As the days passed, Taehyung and Hana found themselves caught in a delicate dance of proximity and avoidance. There were moments of intense closeness, where their paths would intersect in unexpected ways, followed by abrupt withdrawals as the weight of their shared history hung heavy between them.

One such moment occurred during a school event, where Taehyung and Hana were assigned to work together on a project. As they sat side by side, their elbows occasionally brushing against each other, the air between them crackled with tension. Taehyung could feel the warmth of Hana's presence beside him, a comforting yet unsettling reminder of the connection they shared.

But as they delved deeper into their task, the conversation between them flowed easily, the barriers that had once stood between them crumbling away with each passing moment. Taehyung found himself laughing at Hana's dry wit, while Hana marveled at Taehyung's genuine enthusiasm for their project.

Yet, just as they began to relax into each other's company, a familiar pang of guilt washed over Taehyung, reminding him of the hurt he had caused Hana in the past. Sensing his discomfort, Hana withdrew slightly, her smile faltering as she retreated into herself once more.

Their interaction left Taehyung grappling with conflicting emotions – the desire to reach out to Hana, to bridge the gap between them, battling against the fear of causing her further pain. And so, despite the undeniable chemistry that simmered beneath the surface, they both retreated into their own respective worlds, their connection left unexplored and unresolved.

In the days that followed, Taehyung and Hana found themselves falling into a pattern of avoidance, their encounters becoming increasingly fleeting and strained. They would exchange polite nods in the hallway, their gazes skirting away from each other as if afraid to acknowledge the tension that lingered between them.

But amidst the awkwardness and uncertainty, there were fleeting moments of vulnerability – a shared glance across a crowded room, a hesitant smile exchanged in passing – that hinted at the depth of their unspoken connection.

The teasing began innocently enough, with Namjoon flashing Taehyung a knowing smirk during one of their late-night study sessions.

"So, Taehyung," Namjoon began casually, flipping through his textbook. "How's your little crush on Hana going?"

Taehyung felt his cheeks flush with embarrassment as he glanced around the room, hoping none of the other members had overheard. But to his dismay, Yoongi, who had been quietly scribbling notes in the corner, looked up with a mischievous glint in his eye.

"Yeah, Taehyung," Yoongi chimed in, his voice dripping with amusement. "We all saw that steamy kiss in the cafeteria. Got anything to say about that?"

Taehyung's face turned an even deeper shade of red as he sputtered for a response. Before he could come up with a suitable comeback, Hoseok and Jimin burst into the room, their laughter echoing off the walls.

"What's so funny, guys?" Hoseok asked, his grin widening as he caught sight of Taehyung's flushed face.

Namjoon wasted no time filling Hoseok and Jimin in on the latest gossip, much to Taehyung's chagrin. Before long, the entire room was abuzz with speculation and teasing, with Jin joining in the fray as he entered the room with snacks in hand.

"Looks like our Taehyungie has a soft spot for Hana," Jin teased, winking at Taehyung as he passed out snacks to the rest of the group.

Taehyung buried his face in his hands, mortified by the attention. He knew his friends meant well, but their teasing only served to highlight the awkwardness between him and Hana, making it even harder for him to navigate his feelings.

As the teasing continued into the night, Taehyung couldn't help but wonder how he would ever be able to face Hana again without feeling like a complete fool. But deep down, amidst the laughter and teasing, he knew that his friends had his back – and that maybe, just maybe, there was hope for him and Hana yet.

The teasing from his friends continued in the days that followed, with every mention of Hana's name accompanied by a knowing look or a playful nudge. Taehyung couldn't escape the relentless ribbing, no matter how hard he tried to brush it off with a laugh or a witty retort.

One evening, as they gathered in Taehyung's room for a movie night, the topic inevitably turned to Hana once again. Taehyung tried to steer the conversation in a different direction, but his friends were relentless in their teasing.

"So, Taehyung, when are you going to make your move on Hana?" Jungkook piped up, earning a chorus of laughter from the group.

Taehyung groaned, sinking lower into his seat as he tried to deflect the attention away from himself. "Can we please talk about something else? Like, I don't know, the movie we're about to watch?"

But his protests fell on deaf ears, and soon the conversation was back on track, with each of his friends offering their own unsolicited advice on how to win Hana's heart.

As the movie played in the background, Taehyung found himself lost in thought, his mind drifting back to the kiss he and Hana had shared in the cafeteria. Despite the awkwardness that had followed, there was something undeniably electrifying about the moment – a spark of connection that lingered between them, waiting to be reignited.

Lost in his musings, Taehyung barely noticed when the movie ended and his friends began to drift off to bed. But as he prepared to turn in for the night, a nagging voice in the back of his mind reminded him that he couldn't keep avoiding the inevitable – he had to confront his feelings for Hana, no matter how daunting the prospect may be.

With a sigh, Taehyung climbed into bed, his mind swirling with thoughts of Hana and the uncertain future that lay ahead. Little did he know, his friends were already plotting their next move, determined to help him navigate the rocky terrain of love and friendship with Hana by his side.

One afternoon, during a particularly chaotic school event, Taehyung and Hana found themselves accidentally locked in a small storage cupboard. At first, they panicked, banging on the door and calling out for help. But as the initial panic subsided, they realized they were alone together in the confined space.

Taehyung's heart raced as he looked at Hana, their faces inches apart in the dim light of the cupboard. He could feel the heat of her breath on his skin, the proximity stirring something primal and undeniable within him.

Hana's apprehension melted away in the warmth of Taehyung's gaze, her heart fluttering with a mixture of fear and excitement. Despite her reservations, she couldn't deny the pull she felt towards him, the magnetic energy that seemed to draw them together.

In the silence of the cramped space, Taehyung reached out tentatively, his hand brushing against Hana's cheek. She shivered at his touch, her eyes fluttering closed as she leaned into his hand.

Their lips met in a tender, hesitant kiss, the passion building between them like a wildfire. Taehyung's heart soared as he lost himself in the sweetness of Hana's kiss, his hands tangling in her hair as he pulled her closer.

For what felt like an eternity, they were lost in each other, the world outside the cupboard fading away as they surrendered to the intensity of their desire.

When they were finally freed from their confinement, Taehyung and Hana emerged flushed and breathless, their hearts racing with the knowledge that something irrevocable had shifted between them.

From that day forward, Taehyung and Hana found themselves paired together in every project, their classmates and friends no longer able to ignore the undeniable connection that crackled between them.

As they navigated the ups and downs of their newfound feelings, Taehyung's feelings for Hana only deepened, bordering on obsession. He couldn't get enough of her, craving her presence like a drug that he couldn't quit.

But Hana remained cautious, her heart still guarded despite the passion that burned between them. She knew that giving in to Taehyung completely meant risking everything, but with each passing day, she found herself drawn closer to him, her walls crumbling in the face of his relentless pursuit.