My Girlfriend is Not a Human – Episode 1: "First Date, Last Breath"

Seoul – 6:45 PM.

The streets were busy with the sound of car horns, chatter, and the smell of roasted chestnuts in the air. Ubaid walked fast, adjusting his white shirt like it was a bulletproof vest. His first date with Kim had to be perfect. He had waited weeks for this day. He even ironed the shirt himself, which explained the random burn mark near the collar.

He reached the café early, sat down, and ordered a cappuccino. He was rehearsing in his head — “Hi Kim, you look beautiful” — when a loud thud shook the place.

An old man at the corner table suddenly gasped, clutched his chest, and fell face-first into his bowl of noodles. The entire café froze.

“Somebody call an ambulance!” a woman screamed.

Ubaid stood up, panicking. He wasn’t a doctor. The closest he had come to medical experience was putting band-aids on his own papercuts. Still, he rushed forward.

“Sir, are you okay?” Ubaid asked, shaking the man gently.

No response. The man was gone. Just like that.

The air was heavy… until someone said the most random thing:

“Hey, that’s Mr. Lee. He owed me twenty dollars!”

A few awkward laughs broke out. Ubaid didn’t know whether to cry or laugh. Great. His first date was starting with a death scene. Romantic.

And then—she walked in.

Kim.

Straight black hair, sharp eyes, a small smile. She wore a blue dress that made half the café stop eating just to look at her. She noticed the chaos but didn’t seem shocked. Instead, she looked directly at Ubaid.

“Is this how you welcome girls in Seoul?” she said calmly, glancing at the dead man.

Ubaid blinked. “Uh… only on Tuesdays?”

She laughed softly, sat down, and somehow the whole scene felt less tragic and more… awkwardly funny. The ambulance arrived, carried Mr. Lee away, and life in the café slowly returned to normal.

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The Roast Begins

“So,” Kim said, “was that your friend?”

“No! I’ve never seen him before. Unless you count that one time I accidentally took his taxi… he cursed me in Korean for five minutes.”

Kim smiled, sipping her coffee. “Interesting first date vibe. Are all your dates this… deadly?”

Ubaid pretended to think. “Only when I’m trying to impress someone.”

“Oh? So you killed a man for me?”

“Technically, the noodles killed him. I’m innocent.”

She laughed again, but her eyes stayed locked on him — like she was reading him, scanning every expression. Ubaid felt strangely exposed, like she could see right through him.

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Weird Moments

The waiter brought their food. Ubaid ordered bulgogi; Kim ordered… nothing.

“You’re not eating?” he asked.

“I already ate,” she replied.

“When?”

“Yesterday.”

He almost choked. “What are you, a camel?”

“I just… don’t need food every day,” she said casually. “I can go weeks without it.”

Weird. But hey, maybe she was on some intense diet.

Halfway through the conversation, Kim’s phone rang. She picked it up, but instead of a ringtone, Ubaid heard a strange beep-beep-bloop noise — like a sci-fi movie spaceship.

Kim ignored it, smiling. “Just work.”

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Comedy Disaster

When the bill arrived, Ubaid confidently reached for it… and realized his wallet was missing. He checked his pockets, jacket, even under the table like a man searching for buried treasure. Nothing.

Kim raised an eyebrow. “Did you plan to dine and dash?”

“No! I swear I had it—” he paused, remembering. “Oh no… I left it at home.”

Kim leaned back. “Wow. A man invites me to dinner, witnesses a death, eats bulgogi, and then makes the girl pay. Classy.”

Ubaid held up his hands. “Hey, in my defense, I was distracted by your beauty. And the dead guy.”

She laughed again and paid, but not before roasting him to the waiter in perfect Korean. The waiter chuckled while glaring at Ubaid like he was a criminal.

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The Walk

After the café, they walked along the Han River. The city lights reflected on the water, and the air was cool. Ubaid tried to act smooth.

“So, Kim… you ever think about what kind of superpower you’d have if you could choose?”

She smirked. “Why choose? I already have all the ones I need.”

He laughed. “Right. And I’m Iron Man.”

She looked at him, amused. “You wish.”

At one point, she tripped slightly — but instead of falling, she somehow glided back to balance like gravity didn’t apply. Ubaid blinked.

“Okay… how did you do that?”

“Yoga,” she replied without missing a beat.

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Ending Scene

They stopped at a bridge, watching the city glow. Kim looked at him, and for a moment, it felt like she was about to say something important.

“Ubaid,” she said softly, “you don’t know me yet. But you will. Just… don’t run away when things get strange.”

He chuckled. “Strange? Kim, my first date with you started with a death. I think I can handle strange.”

She smiled — but deep down, she knew he had no idea how strange things were about to get.

As they walked away, the camera (if this was a drama) would pan up to the sky… where, far above the clouds, a small alien spaceship hovered, watching.

My Girlfriend is Not a Human – Episode 2: "The Girl Who Never Blinks"

Next Morning – 9:12 AM

Ubaid woke up with the kind of headache you get after watching a 3-hour Bollywood movie without subtitles. Last night’s date kept replaying in his head — the dead guy, Kim’s weird phone sound, and the way she “yoga-ed” gravity out of existence.

He sat up, checking his phone. Three missed calls from his best friend, Tariq. That’s never a good sign. Tariq only called when:

He was in trouble.

He needed money.

Both of the above.

Ubaid answered.

“Bro,” Tariq whispered dramatically, “I think my neighbor is a spy.”

“I’m hanging up.”

“No, listen! She never takes out the trash. Never! What human does that?”

Ubaid sighed. “Tariq, you’ve been watching too many conspiracy videos.”

“Oh, and your girlfriend? She doesn’t blink.”

Ubaid froze. “What?”

“I saw you two at the café yesterday. She stared at you for like 30 seconds… no blink. Bro, she’s either a psychopath or… something else.”

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Random Encounter

On his way to work, Ubaid spotted Kim standing near a street vendor, looking at a row of colorful scarves.

“Morning,” he said.

She turned, smiling. “Morning.”

Her smile was perfect. Too perfect. No lipstick smudge, no awkward teeth… like she’d been photoshopped in real life.

“You look fresh for someone who stayed out till midnight,” Ubaid said.

“I don’t get tired easily,” she replied.

“Yeah, I’m starting to notice,” he muttered.

They started walking together, and Ubaid decided to test Tariq’s theory. He cracked the stupidest joke he could think of:

“Why don’t aliens eat clowns? …Because they taste funny.”

Kim looked at him without blinking. One. Two. Three.

Ubaid was counting in his head. Four. Five. Six. Still no blink.

Finally, at around the seven-second mark, she blinked once — slow, like a cat.

Creepy.

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At the Park

They stopped at a park bench. Kim pulled out her phone again — that same beep-beep-bloop sound came from it.

Ubaid leaned closer. “Seriously, what’s that? Sounds like R2-D2 having a panic attack.”

Kim smiled faintly. “You wouldn’t understand.”

Before he could push further, a frisbee flew straight toward Kim’s face. Ubaid flinched — but in one smooth motion, Kim tilted her head just enough for it to pass by… without even looking at it.

“You saw that coming?” he asked.

“Just… good reflexes,” she said.

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Suspicious Situation

Later, they went to a small ramen shop. The waiter accidentally spilled hot soup on Kim’s hand.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry!” the waiter gasped.

But Kim didn’t even flinch. No pain. No redness. No steam burn. She just wiped it off with a napkin.

Ubaid stared. “You okay?”

“Yeah. Why?”

“That was boiling hot!”

She shrugged. “Guess I have tough skin.”

He tried to laugh it off, but his brain was screaming: WHAT human reacts like that?

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The Roast Returns

While eating, Kim suddenly tilted her head and said, “You chew too loud.”

Ubaid almost choked. “Excuse me?”

“You sound like a squirrel breaking open a walnut.”

“Wow. First you make me feel poor for forgetting my wallet yesterday, now you’re comparing me to wildlife?”

She smirked. “Just being honest.”

“Well, at least I blink.”

She raised an eyebrow. “I blink plenty.”

“Not enough for a normal person.”

“Maybe I’m not normal.”

The way she said it — calm, confident — made Ubaid’s stomach flip.

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The Phone Call

After lunch, Ubaid got a call from Tariq again.

“Bro! You need to Google something for me — ‘Signs someone is an alien.’”

“Not now—”

“No, listen! One of the signs is: They don’t eat like normal people. Another is: They have super reflexes. Another is—”

Ubaid hung up, but his hands were sweating. Tariq was dumb… but was he right?

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Ending Scene – Creepy Twist

That night, Ubaid walked Kim home. She lived in a quiet apartment building.

As they reached the entrance, a streetlight above them flickered. Then another. Then the entire row of lights went out for three seconds… and came back on.

Kim didn’t even look surprised. In fact, she seemed… comfortable.

“Thanks for today,” she said, her voice softer than usual.

“Yeah… sure,” Ubaid replied, still uneasy.

She walked inside without looking back. Ubaid turned to leave — but then stopped. Through the lobby’s glass door, he saw her walk toward the elevator… and for a split second, her reflection in the glass didn’t match her movement. It lagged.

Ubaid blinked hard. When he looked again, everything seemed normal.

As he walked away, one thought kept repeating in his head:

Tariq might be an idiot… but maybe this time, he’s right.

Far away, above the city, the same alien spaceship hovered — this time, closer than before.

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My Girlfriend is Not a Human – Episode 3: "Things She Shouldn’t Know"

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Opening – The “Not a Normal Morning” Morning

8:00 AM.

Ubaid woke up to the smell of… pancakes? He lived alone. He didn’t own a pancake pan. He barely even knew how to make tea without burning it.

Cautiously, he opened his bedroom door.

There she was — Kim. In his kitchen. Wearing his hoodie. Flipping pancakes with one hand while scrolling her phone with the other.

“Uh… good morning?” Ubaid said.

Kim didn’t look up. “Good morning. Sit. Eat.”

Ubaid sat. “How did you even get in here?”

“You gave me your spare key.”

“I did NOT give you my spare key.”

She looked at him and smiled. “You must have forgotten.”

He checked the table — pancakes, coffee, and perfectly cut fruit. Ubaid had never seen fruit cut like that. The edges were so precise they looked… engineered.

He took a bite. “This is amazing. Where did you learn to cook?”

“Nowhere. I’ve just… always known.”

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Weird Conversation

Halfway through breakfast, Kim casually said:

“So, you’re going to be late for work because of the traffic accident near Han River Bridge.”

Ubaid froze. “What? How do you know that?”

“It just happened.”

“But… I didn’t check the news yet. How do you—”

She cut him off with a shrug. “Lucky guess.”

Suspicious. Very suspicious.

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Tariq’s Conspiracy Upgrade

On the bus to work, Ubaid called Tariq.

“Bro, she cooked pancakes in my house without me telling her how to get in. Also, she predicted a traffic jam before it was on the news.”

Tariq gasped. “She’s reading your mind! Next she’ll know your Netflix password.”

“She probably already does.”

“Bro, this is classic alien girlfriend behavior.”

“There’s no such thing as classic alien girlfriend behavior.”

“There is now. I just invented it.”

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Random Hero Moment

After work, Ubaid was walking with Kim through a busy street market. Vendors shouting, music blasting, people everywhere. Suddenly — CRASH! — a huge wooden signboard broke loose from a shop and started falling toward a little kid.

Before Ubaid could react, Kim dashed forward at inhuman speed, grabbed the sign mid-air, and set it down gently. No one saw clearly except Ubaid — everyone else just thought she happened to be standing close.

“You okay?” Kim asked the kid with a sweet smile.

The kid nodded, wide-eyed.

Ubaid pulled her aside. “That was… fast.”

“Adrenaline,” she said simply.

“Adrenaline doesn’t make you break the sound barrier!”

She tilted her head. “You’re exaggerating.”

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Comedy Roast Interlude

They stopped at a stall selling roasted sweet potatoes. Ubaid bought two. He handed one to Kim, but she didn’t eat it.

“Not hungry?”

“I don’t like sweet things.”

“You ate pancakes this morning!”

“I made those for you.”

“So you invaded my house for MY breakfast?”

She smirked. “You’re welcome.”

Ubaid narrowed his eyes. “You know, for someone who doesn’t blink much, you sure stare at me a lot.”

She leaned in. “Maybe I’m scanning your weaknesses.”

“Great. My girlfriend is a serial killer. Or Batman.”

“Batman blinks.”

“…True.”

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The Phone That Shouldn’t Exist

That evening, they stopped at a small riverside café. While Ubaid was ordering drinks, Kim’s phone lit up on the table.

Ubaid glanced at it — and froze. It wasn’t a normal screen. No apps, no icons, just a dark interface with glowing alien symbols moving like liquid.

He stared.

Kim picked it up instantly and locked the screen. “Curiosity is dangerous, Ubaid.”

He forced a laugh. “Was that… Korean? Or… Klingon?”

She sipped her tea without answering.

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Suspicious Memory Slip

Later, as they walked, Ubaid asked, “So… where did you grow up?”

She thought for a second too long. “Here.”

“Here where?”

“Here… Seoul.”

“Which neighborhood?”

“Many neighborhoods.”

“That’s… not how neighborhoods work.”

She smiled. “It is if you move a lot.”

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Small Glitch

As they reached the subway entrance, Ubaid saw it again — her reflection in a glass panel lagged for a fraction of a second before syncing with her movement.

He rubbed his eyes.

Kim noticed. “Tired?”

“Yeah,” he lied.

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The Almost-Confession

At the train platform, Kim stood very close to him. “You know, Ubaid… there are things about me you wouldn’t believe.”

“Try me.”

“Not yet.”

“Why? Are you secretly a spy? An assassin? A K-drama villain?”

Her lips curved into the smallest smile. “Closer to the last one.”

Before he could press, the train arrived and drowned out their voices.

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Tariq Being Tariq

Later that night, Ubaid video-called Tariq.

“I saw her phone, bro. Alien letters.”

Tariq nearly fell off his chair. “YES! I knew it! Next step: find out if she bleeds blue.”

“I’m not stabbing my girlfriend to check her blood color!”

“Fine. Then test her with magnets.”

“What??”

“You never know.”

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Ending – The Dhamaka Moment

Ubaid was walking home when his phone buzzed — a text from Kim:

> “Don’t go inside your apartment.”

He stopped. “Why not?” he texted back.

No reply.

Slowly, he walked up to his door. He put his ear against it… silence.

Then he noticed — the lock was broken.

He pushed the door open and froze. His entire living room was a mess. Drawers open, stuff scattered everywhere.

In the middle of the chaos… stood Kim. Holding a small, glowing metallic object that looked nothing like anything on Earth.

She looked at him, calm as ever.

“I told you not to come in.”

“What… is that?” Ubaid asked.

She walked up to him, placed the object in her pocket, and whispered:

“Something from home.”

Before he could say another word, the street outside filled with a strange, low humming sound — the same beep-beep-bloop from her phone, but louder, deeper… and coming from the sky.

Ubaid ran to the window. Above the clouds, a huge shadow moved.

Kim touched his arm. “Don’t be scared.”

The shadow grew larger.

“Kim,” he whispered, “what are you?”

She smiled. “Not human.”

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