The world outside buzzed with the usual Karachi chaos — horns honking, vendors shouting, crows screeching — but inside the modest little home, everything felt like a quiet Sunday morning. Sunlight poured in through the curtains as Y/N walked out of her room in her light blue shalwar kameez and matching embroidered dupatta lazily thrown over one shoulder.
Holding a plate of warm rotis, she called out toward the kitchen with sleepy annoyance,
"Ha ha… aik aur roti samajh gayi apni? Yeh lo, khao!"
But her voice trailed off midway. Her eyes widened, mouth slightly open, and she froze.
Standing in the living room — near the old dark wooden divider that separated it from the kitchen — was a tall, unfamiliar man.
Not just unfamiliar.
Unreal.
Hair tousled like he'd just woken up, wearing soft casual clothes, phone still in hand, expression unreadable but clearly confused. And undeniably…
Kim Bum.
The Kim Bum.
K-Drama heartthrob.
Lee Rang from Tale of the Nine-Tailed.
Ko Seung-tak from Ghost Doctor.
Y/N blinked. Once. Twice.
Still there.
From inside the kitchen, her younger sister Eman yelled,
"Y/N? Roti? Jaldi de naaa—"
And then silence. She had stepped out and seen him too.
"Am I dreaming?? Y/N, where are you—"
Her voice dropped to a whisper, eyes wide in disbelief.
"Is that... Kim Bum? The real one??"
Kim Bum slowly looked between the two girls, his own confusion written all over his face. One second, he was talking to his mom back home in Seoul… and in the next, he was here — in a small, unfamiliar home with sunlight streaming through the windows, the smell of Pakistani food in the air, and two girls frozen in time.
He heard her say something in English now.
"Come inside, please."
She gestured nervously, trying to remain calm, whispering to Eman,
"Just... calm down. Don't shout. Please."
He followed cautiously, eyes scanning the kitchen, which had a wooden bench placed against the tiled wall — clearly used for quick family breakfasts. She gestured toward it and made them both sit. Her hands were fidgeting. Her thoughts were running at full speed.
"Okay, okay... What the heck is going on? If Amma or Abba see him—no no no—what if they walk in right now?! What if this is a dream? Did I hit my head??"
Kim Bum, still quiet and composed, watched her pace back and forth like a cartoon character in panic mode. She was muttering to herself in Urdu — words he didn't understand, but the vibe was clear: this girl was spiraling.
And yet, oddly, he found it… cute.
The traditional outfit, the flowing dupatta, the way her hair bounced as she paced — it was all very different from anything he'd seen in Seoul. But charming. And real. Very real.
Y/N suddenly turned back to him, inhaled sharply, and asked in English,
"Are you okay?"
He gave a faint nod.
Still calm. Still mysterious. Still serious.
Just like in his dramas.
Eman leaned toward him and asked softly, "Do you know how you got here?"
He shook his head.
Still calm.
Y/N sighed in relief and smiled nervously.
"Thanks for not panicking. Seriously. If you screamed or something, Amma-Abba would've rushed out and then—God knows what disaster."
He looked confused at the mention of "Amma" and "Abba", but Eman quickly caught the meaning and whispered,
"Yeh agar chill kar raha hai, na… toh best hai. Warna amma ne agar kisi 'ajnabi mard' ko dekh liya toh literally horror film ban jaata."
She visibly shivered at the imagination.
(If he is relax then it's good otherwise if mom find out it will become a horrer movie)
Y/N chuckled — a small, helpless laugh in the middle of chaos — and immediately resumed pacing again.
"What do we do now? What will we say to Amma-Abba? I mean… there's a Korean actor in our house!"
Kim Bum stands awkwardly in the middle of the living room, still dazed. The scent of parathas and chai fills the air. Y/N's mom enters, wiping her hands on her dupatta.
Amma:
(confused)
"Yeh… yeh to wohi actor hai na… jis ko tum log drama mein dekhte ho? Kim… Kim Boom?"
(Isn't he then actor the one who's dramas you watch Kim boom?)
Y/N (quickly in Urdu):
"Kim Bum, Amma! Aur haan wohi hai… lekin humein nahi pata yeh yahan kaise aagaye! Woh bhi… achanak! Na passport, na visa!"
(Kim bum,mom and yes he is the One..
But we don't know how he come here?and that also suddenly out of nowhere,no passport,no visa)
Amma (wide-eyed but not screaming):
"Subah subah Allah kya dikha raha hai mujhe… yeh kya ho raha hai ghar mein?!"(At morning god what you make me see, what's happening in house)
She turns to look at Kim Bum who gives a tiny polite bow, still trying to grasp the situation.
Kim Bum:
(softly) "Annyeonghaseyo…?"
Y/N (to Amma, whispering):
"Amma woh English ya Korean mein baat karte hain, Urdu nahi samajhte. Woh khud bhi confused hain."
(Mom they talk in english or Korean they don't understand Urdu,he is confuse also)
Amma (shocked whisper):
"Ab main kya karun? Tumhare Appa ko kya bolun? Woh to seedha poochhenge 'yeh larka hamare ghar mein kya kar raha hai?' Tumhare Appa strict hain!"
(What should I do now?what should I tell your father?he will ask straight "what this guy is doing here"your father is strict)
Eman, still standing by the kitchen door, whispers loudly:
"Yeh to chala gaya kaam se! Appa ne dekh liya to pehle actor ko nahi, mujhe bahr nikal denge!"
(Now he is gone!If appa see him we don't know about actor we will be out of this house)
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( Door opens – Appa enters the house from the balcony quietly)
He walks in holding a newspaper, rubbing his forehead. Sees everyone frozen in the living room. Notices a new face. Eyes land on Kim Bum.
Appa:
(plain tone)
"Yeh kaun hai?"
(Who is he?)
Everyone gulps.
Y/N:
"Abbu woh… woh actor hain. Korea se… Kim Bum. Achanak… yahan… pata nahi kaise…"
(Dad he...he is actor.kom bum from Korea.suddenly...here...don't know how..)
Appa: (pauses, then nods)
"Accha. Thik hai. Jab tak samajh na aaye, yeh yahin rahega. Mehmaan hai. Khaana mil gaya tumhe beta?"
(Ok.ok.until we don't understand how let him stay here,he is guest ask him food)
Everyone's eyes widen like saucers.
Y/N + Amma + Eman:
"KYA?!"
(What?)
Kim Bum:
(smiles nervously)
"...Khaana…?"
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(Voiceover – Y/N's thoughts):
"Okay. Either Appa is secretly a fan… or this is the beginning of something seriously crazy."