The next day, I dressed casually but with care, wanting to strike the right balance for our coffee meetup. I chose a simple yet elegant outfit, but as I glanced at the mirror one last time, something felt off. The necklace with the tiny 'J' initial that I had bought recently didn't quite fit with the ensemble.
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After a moment of hesitation, I made the decision to leave it behind. It wasn't intentional, but the necklace felt out of place, disrupting the harmony of my outfit. Besides, I reasoned, it was just a coffee meetup—there was no need for such adornment.
As the clock approached 3 PM, I left the office and walked to Bluebird café. The air was crisp, and I felt a mix of excitement and nervousness. When I arrived, I chose a table near the window and ordered a coffee, checking my phone for any messages from Jungkook. There were none.
Minutes passed, and I sipped my coffee, looking around the café. He wasn't there. I checked my watch—3:15 PM. A pang of worry hit me, and I decided to text him.
Y/N: Hi, Jungkook. I'm at the café. Are you on your way?
No response.
Trying to stay calm, I looked around once more. Still no sign of him. I began to wonder if something had come up. Maybe he got caught up in a meeting or an emergency. I waited a little longer, but by 3:30 PM, there was still no sign of him, nor any reply to my message.
Frustrated and confused, I decided to step outside for some fresh air. As I stood by the entrance, I absentmindedly fiddled with my necklace, only to realize that it wasn't there. It had become a habit, a small piece of jewelry I rarely took off. But today, it was missing, and I couldn't help but feel a pang of regret.
I looked around again, hoping to spot Jungkook walking up the street. But as I scanned the area, a sudden realization hit me—he wasn't there, and there was no indication he had ever been on his way.
Feeling a mix of disappointment and confusion, I decided to head back inside. Maybe he had texted while I was outside. I pulled out my phone, but there were no new messages.
As I stood there, a thought crossed my mind: what if something had happened to him? What if he had decided not to come after all? Shaking my head, I tried to push the negative thoughts away. There had to be an explanation.
With a heavy heart, I walked back to the office, my mind racing with questions. Why hadn't he shown up? And why hadn't he replied to my messages? As I entered the building, I couldn't shake the feeling that something strange was going on, something I couldn't quite put my finger on.
When I got back to my desk, I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. The missing necklace seemed to symbolize something more significant—a connection that was suddenly severed. And as I stared at my phone, waiting for a message that never came, I couldn't shake the feeling that this was just the beginning of a much larger mystery.
