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Park Y/N, a charming high school student and sometimes a little annoying, meets with a cold, rude, too serious boy, Min Yoongi. Y/n cant digest food without teasing Yoongi. on the other hand her elde...
The next day, Taehyung called me to meet at a café. Yoongi decided to accompany me. When we arrived, I spotted Taehyung sitting at a table with another man. As soon as he saw us, he waved, motioning for us to come over.
"Jill, this is Officer Hoseok," Taehyung introduced, gesturing toward the man seated beside him.
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"Nice to meet you. I'm eager to help," Officer Hoseok said, showing me his ID card. Officer Jung Hoseok, Senior Inspector of Seoul Police Department was written on it in bold letters.
I examined him closely. His face was somewhat elongated, and he was lean, but what struck me the most was his bright, infectious smile. He radiated warmth, like sunshine on a cold day, making me feel a bit more at ease.
We took our seats opposite Taehyung and Hoseok.
"Tell him everything. He'll find Jimin, don't worry. He's one of the best officers in the city," Taehyung reassured me with a calm smile.
I recounted everything—Jimin's strange behavior, the text messages, my suspicions, and the dream. Officer Hoseok listened intently, taking down notes and asking for personal details—my phone number, Jimin's, his office address, and more. By the end of the conversation, I felt a little lighter, but still anxious.
"I'll do my best to track Mr. Park. It shouldn't take more than a week," Officer Hoseok said, his tone firm yet kind. "Miss Y/N, please stay alert and keep us updated on anything unusual." His encouraging smile offered a glimmer of hope.
"We're grateful for your help, Officer. Please let us know if you find anything," Yoongi said, his voice calm yet filled with hidden concern.
"I will," Hoseok assured us before we parted ways.
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The drive back home was quiet. Yoongi didn't say a word, his focus on the road, while I was lost in my own thoughts. The gravity of the situation was weighing down on me.
Once home, I headed straight to my room, quickly changing into something comfortable. I sat down on the sofa, pulling my knees to my chest, whispering to myself, "Oppa, please hang on. Stay safe. It won't take much time." My voice trembled with the desperate hope that somehow, Jimin would hear me.
Just then, my phone rang, interrupting my thoughts. My heart dropped as I saw the caller ID. Mom. I froze. Panic surged through me. I couldn't answer. What would I say? That her son had been missing since yesterday? Tears welled up again, and I silently sobbed.
