Halal Love: Beneath Her Veil chapter 4

As the door gently closed behind the Kim family, a quiet calm settled over the Jeon household. For a moment, no one spoke — as if still holding their breath from the heaviness of the visit.

Then, slowly, the three Jeon daughters made their way into the living room, their abayas flowing around them, their footsteps light. Once inside the privacy of their home, safe among women and mahrams, they removed their niqabs and hijabs with ease — revealing the soft grace behind the veils. It was a quiet moment of womanhood, of safety, of comfort in being seen by those who know you best.

On the far end of the couch sat the eldest, Jeon Younjun, calm and elegant, her beauty mature and regal. Her skin glowed with a natural warmth, and her posture spoke of wisdom and experience. She was married to Park Soobin, a gentle and devoted man, and they had two children: six-year-old Kai, full of energy, and one-year-old Sonya, still in her baby babbling stage.

Beside her was the second daughter, Jeon Jimin, with a face so serene it could quiet storms. Her soft smile never left her lips, and there was a kindness in her voice that made people feel at ease. She was married to Min Yoongi, though the families hadn't met due to certain circumstances during the wedding. None of them yet knew that Yoongi was, in fact, a cousin of Kim Taehyung — a detail fate had decided to keep hidden… for now. She was the mother of Mark, an adorable three-year-old boy who insisted he was the "imam" of the house and often led imaginary prayers.

And then… There was the youngest. Jeon Jungkook.

Or simply, Kook — the apple of everyone’s eye. The quiet joy of the Jeon household. With her hijab and niqab removed, Kook sat on the floor by the edge of the sofa, her long hair falling like silk around her shoulders. Her face was a perfect balance between softness and brilliance — the kind of natural beauty that didn’t ask for attention, but received it effortlessly.

Her skin was luminous, smooth like cream, with a rosy flush still clinging to her cheeks from the nervousness of the visit. Her lips were small and pink, naturally curved into a gentle pout. And her eyes — those same **boba-like eyes** Taehyung had seen — were even more captivating now, framed by delicate brows and thick lashes, holding a glow of innocence, faith, and unspoken thought.

She was the kind of beautiful that made her sisters pause sometimes just to admire her — not out of envy, but out of pure sisterly pride. She was effortlessly graceful, without trying to be anything but herself. Her mother, Yoona, sat beside her and gently brushed a lock of hair behind her ear, watching her closely.

Across from them, Jeon Hoseok sat quietly in his armchair, the lines of fatherhood deepening around his eyes. He was a man of faith and kindness, but also a father — and right now, his heart was torn. He had spent the last two days discreetly looking into the Kim family — their background, their character, their reputation. Everything came back with glowing respect. The family was clean, respected, educated, and full of love and discipline. Taehyung himself was known in the masjid for his quiet manners and soft presence. He wasn’t loud, flashy, or arrogant — but sincere.

Hoseok had no complaints. But his heart… wasn’t ready. Not ready to see his youngest daughter — his baby — step into marriage.

jeon hoseok

I saw the way that boy looked at you,

Hoseok said quietly, his eyes on Kook. Kook looked up from the cup of tea in her hands, blinking.

jeon hoseok

He looked like he’d found something precious,

Hoseok added, his voice heavy with emotion. Yoona placed a gentle hand on her husband’s arm, grounding him. Then Hoseok looked directly at his daughter.

jeon hoseok

I won’t force you, Kook. You know that. But I want to ask you with a father’s heart... Do you want this?

The room went quiet. Kook lowered her eyes for a long moment. Her fingers traced the rim of her cup. Finally, she spoke — softly, but clearly.

jeon jungkook

If you and Amma want it... then I’m okay too.

Hoseok’s chest tightened. It wasn’t a loud yes. It wasn’t rebellion either.

It was submission — not to pressure, but to love. A quiet willingness born from trust in her parents' judgment and a heart still learning how to open. Yoona smiled faintly, blinking away tears. Her daughters looked at Kook, all proud in their own way. And Hoseok? He closed his eyes for a moment and whispered inside his heart,

jeon hoseok

🤲Ya Allah… if this is written, make it easy for her. Make it full of love and mercy.

*“The hardest goodbyes come when the heart is full of love.”*