"What if I said I have met you before."
"What do you mean."
"I mean we were lovers in the past."
"..........Fu*k off dude"
They were meant to cross their paths again, a story left incomplete was meant to be completed in this life or was this??
A Na...
Hyung - Korean word for older brother or used by a male to call another male who is a little older than them.
Nonna - Korean word for older sister or used by male to call another female who is a little older than them.
Caroline Myss once said, "Fate is how your life unfolds when you let fear determine your choices. A path of destiny reveals itself to you when you confront your fear and make conscious choices."
The universe has an order. No matter how hard you try, you can't get away from it. While fate is already set, destiny involves choices. Fate is outside of your control, but destiny can be shaped with your choices. They were each other's fate but not each other's destiny.
He stared blankly at the city light from the balcony of his penthouse, no longer able to sleep after such a terrifying nightmare. The night was becoming chilly, a little sign of the coming winter, unclutching the railing he walked to the open swimming pool in his balcony which was reflecting the pale crescent moon shone like a silvery claw in the night sky. Slowly sitting on the edge, he immersed his legs in the water, The cold water relaxing his nerves. His mind kept recalling the scenes from his nightmare. He couldn't understand why he had had such an unsettling nightmare; what was he so scared of, to dream such heart clenching scenes. Even the occasional sounds of the cricket and cicadas with the ruffling of the fallen autumn leaves also couldn't get him across the dismay of the disturbing nightmare he just had; it was too painful to describe adequately.
What was more horrifying about the nightmare was the fact that he would probably gonna have it again tonight, just like he had had every night this week. It didn't scare him, but it was not helping his already dreadful life. He had enough fear and trauma to sustain a lifetime, and this was just not helping his case.
His phone vivified with a buzzed sound grabbing his attention for a mere second, 'Meet me at this place at 10, I have got something for you', his face went blank, no emotions could be seen in his eyes, nor the dread he was feeling a second ago.
Dragging himself inside he forced himself to take a bath with no sleep, no energy and a bleary mind he was only hoping to get some good news.
It was a beautiful bakery full of pastels, with a glass wall in the front, everything could be seen from inside and in, the top was decorated with different colored flowers hanging from the side and coming down like wines. There were a few tables inside in white a little further from where the goods were displayed and there were tables outside on the patio. People could be seen inside looking at a large display of different types of breads, cookies, cakes, doughnuts, bagels, pastries and pies. It was like a European style bakery, the person had surely invested a lot and it actually served the purpose, it was peaceful and serene, and it was unique to the business around it.
"Couldn't he find a place less cliché than this bakery for the meeting", he was already frustrated with the nightmares and the choice of place by his friend wasn't helping his mood. When he got the coordinates for the place, this was the last place he was expecting it to be.
"You know if you don't like this place, I am sure you can find something of your taste somewhere else Sir, no need to burn holes in my beautiful bakery with that tasteless glare of yours", his voice was dripping with sarcasm and he sure wasn't holding himself back.
"If I had an option, this is the last place I would choose but I am here to meet a friend."
The man looked like he worked here, he was wearing a white button-down shirt and crème pants, sneakers and a white apron with the café name 'Rose's Cafe' on it, wrapped around it, he was sure a handsome man for an annoying personality. Dressed exactly opposite of his customer who was standing in front of him in an all black, black t-shirt, black cargo, boots and his messy hair just added to his looks, with his fringes falling a little on his forehead.
"What a waste of looks."
"What a waste of looks."
They whipped their heads together towards each other, "Are you fuc.... Ouch"
He received a hit on the back of his head, making him stop in the middle of his rebuke, "Nonna why did you hit me."
"Why Are you harassing customers Jackson? "
The lady was dressed in a simple white tee and jeans and converse with a similar apron around her waist, her short shoulder length jet-black hair made her look like a high schooler but she sure was older than the man who was rubbing his head where he got hit to be called as Nonna by him.
"I am not harassing him; he was the one who was looking down on our bakery", he whined, stomping like a child.
Ignoring the sulking child, she turned towards the man who was standing there with a permanent scowl on his face, "I am so sorry about the incident, how about a nice coffee, people really love my coffee I am sure you will like it too and you look like you really need one and it's on the house", she smiled and lead him inside with an apologetic face, with no choice he entered the Bakery, the door chiming on opening, as he entered he felt a sweet aroma tickling his nose relaxing his body unconsciously, he good now look at the exterior better from inside, it was much bigger than it looked from outside, there was a large display of different types of baked goods and you could smell it in the air, it felt homely, he felt at home.
Feeling overwhelmed he sat down where the women that he now knew as Irene had led him to before disappearing behind the doors on the other side of the aisle, Jackson was sitting behind the cash counter occasionally giving him that eye that he thought could scare people. It made him uneasy to feel such an emotion he thought he would never feel ever again after being an orphan for so long. It was like he had forgotten these emotions and it was hard for him how it came back rushing to him. Even if he denied he loved the feeling that the bakery oozed.
The door chimed again grabbing his attention towards the entrance, a tall figure stood at the door, turning around spotting his friend he ran took long strides towards the table, occupying the chair in front of the sitting man, "Traffic", he whispered apologetically.
"Jin, he is nowhere to be found, he is missing."
"Kai, we have to find him no matter what."
Thanks for reading, there wasn't much going on in the chapter. I am sure it will get more intense with flashbacks in the next few chapters.
The picture at the top is a little reference to how the bakery looks like.
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