A Brand New Day

"What's trust?"
"Being able to share each other's pain and gain."

It had been a hard day for her. Everything just kept on going berserk.

Starting from the morning, she slept through her alarm. Making her late, for her job at the event management company. The manager was a shitty guy and when Mishil realized that her limbs were aching and throbbing with the need to heal, she low-key knew she was doomed today.

But when she called her manager an 'old soot' she knew she was done for.

Well, not her fault her manager was shouting about her clearing the front desk when she was struggling to not tear her right arm off. But, that wasn't supposed to happen. She had healed fully just two days ago. That is supposed to keep her going till the end of today.

Mishil limped back to her apartment, the pain coursing through her right arm making her want to scream out in pain when she remembered, that if she was in this state, someone else would also most likely be in the same pain. She pulled out her phone, dialling her best friend.

"Yo girl! Sup?" "Can you take me to BigHit, please?" "Oh my God! Mishil, you sound bad, and are you...crying?" "Soo-Ah, please! Just....come!" "I'll be there in 10, just don't move." The phone clicked off and she let go, falling on her hands and knees on the floor, panting heavily.

The pain in her right arm began burning and she gave out a scream, not wanting to just keep it in her. She remembers Soo-Ah's voice along with a vaguely familiar voice calling out to her, shaking her. Soon, an unfamiliar pair of arms lifted her, as though she weighed nothing. Then silence.

He should've gotten the hint. When he woke up abruptly with a panicked heart and a dull pain in his arm, he should've understood that it was not him. Lucky for him, only he, Jin, and Jungkook had a schedule today. When he was halfway through practice, he almost cried with a sudden flash of pain in his arm. He should've understood. But he didn't.

Namjoon was walking in the recording room when he heard Jin's phone blow up with calls.

He saw Jin rush to his phone, through the glass door and his eyes widened when he attended the call. He spoke on the phone, his eyes panicky, and then, as abruptly as he had taken the call, he cut it off too. Jin pocketed his phone and grabbed his jacket while talking to Manager Sejin and Sondeuk Son. Namjoon saw him rush out of the practice room from the recording room but he didn't come out until he was done with his part. When he did come out, he was instantly regretting not coming out earlier.

"Hyung, where were you all this time?" It was Jungkook, who'd asked him. "In the studio, why? And where is Jin Hyung?" Jungkook's eyes widened and then he turned to look at Sejin.

"Hyung, does he not know?" Sejin merely shook his head. "Hyung! Jin Hyung and Sora Noona rushed to Mishil's apartment just half an hour ago. Soo-Ah, her best friend called and said that she could not get into the apartment and she was not picking up her calls."

It was as though a bucket of ice water had been emptied on Namjoon's spine. Panic, fear, regret, and mostly; anxiety crept up his spine as the worst possible scenarios came to his mind.

It was weird, almost uncanny to even think about how Namjoon had grown used to her presence in just 3 weeks. She had become a habit and Namjoon did not want to let go of this habit that soon.

Before he could even respond, the doors burst open revealing Sora and Soo-ah who had walked in, their eyes searching for someone, and sure enough, they saw Namjoon. Behind them, walked Jin who was carrying the dark-haired soulmate of Kim Namjoon. Unconscious, shivering, and tear-stained cheeks. Jin marched in, straight at Namjoon, before silently shifting the motionless girl in his arms, making Namjoon feel a rush of relief and tingles all over his body.

It was soulmate healing. Jin brought out her right arm, the three vertical bruises now raw and red, and held Namjoon's bruised fingers before touching the two of them.

Even in her unconscious state, Mishil silently gasped and whimpered as the bruises that connected them touched each other. It was a wholly different feeling.

The rough, calloused skin brushed against each other, the touch made electricity run through Namjoon's veins as though, he was electrocuted. But like the weirdest of things, it did not hurt him. It soothed him, calmed him, and made him comfortable. Like he had just touched a hot surface after hours of being exposed to the cold, chilly weather.

"What on earth happened to her? Why'd she faint?" Namjoon asked, looking at Soo-Ah. She sighed before saying, "Her shit-bag of a manager fired her today, and she honestly needed healing. Mishil doesn't handle pain and stress well, honestly. And that manager has been too much on her for the past few months. I've been begging her to quit but she just doesn't give in."

Namjoon held her close to his chest, silently asking her why on earth had she not told him about her struggles, her pain, and the fact that she needed him. She snuggled in deeper into his chest, huffing out a breath and still shivering a bit.

Namjoon held her tight, rising off the couch and walking to Mon Studio, sharing glances with Jin and Yoongi. Before he kicked the door shut he caught a glimpse of Sora thinking hard.

Then, he placed his soulmate on the couch spooning her, still holding his fingertips to her arm. Whatever it was, he knew that she was his to take care of.

... a few hours later...

She woke up to an extremely warm and comfortable feeling, surging through her veins as she felt a warm caging of arms around her which she recognized almost instantly and her heart damn near long jumped out of her rib cage. She stilled as soon as she realized their position. He was holding her waist, pressing her back to his front, his bruised fingers brushing against her bruises.

Huh! So that explains the tiny tingles. Namjoon huffed a huge breath out of his nose and Mishil stilled. She knew he had woken up.  "You awake?" He asked, just to be sure. "Yeah," She whispered, timidly. They untangled their limbs and sat up, Mishil was quick to notice the fact that Namjoon had held her hand, tighter than usual.

"Do you not trust me?" Namjoon's question made her eyes widen. "Of course, I do."

"Then why on Earth would I have to see you almost half dead? Why didn't you tell me you needed healing?" "I thought I could manage till tomorrow. I was going to come to you I swear, but the pain was too much and I didn't even realize that I had fainted." Namjoon sighed and ran a hand down his hair, still stressed. "Thank Goodness Soo-Ah was clever enough to call Sora Noona and Jin Hyung. Otherwise, who knew what would've happened?"

"I'm so sorry, I scared you. I didn't mean to. Just...I lost my job today and I have no idea how I'm gonna go by and just everything is too full to the brim. I'm so sorry!" 

Namjoon pulled her head on his shoulder and said, "It's okay! We'll think of something. Just, don't do this to yourself again. Okay?" His words, his comfort and his warm touch were all Mishil needed to fully give in to the pressure. She buried her face in the crook of his neck and started sobbing. And while Namjoon was taken aback, he understood that it was long overdue. She was looking like she was on the verge of breaking for the past few days and now that it was all said and done, she was finally letting herself.  

He hated that she was having such a hard time but then again, felt good that she trusted him to be vulnerable around him. "I'm so sorry you have to see me like this!" She said in between sobs. "Don't apologize, Mish," He held her tighter and rubbed her back. "We all have hard days. But I don't want you to go through them alone," He spoke to her hair. "You have me now. Tell me! I'll hold you through them, I promise." By this time, she had pulled herself together and faced him. 

Puffy eyes, a red nose and faint mascara running down her cheeks; convention be damned, Namjoon hadn't seen a more adorable sight in his life. "Don't pretend to be fine, it's never healthy. Come to me and we'll tackle them together," He reminded her, dabbing her face with tissues. Mishil giggled as he gently rubbed her cheeks and eyes. God, this man was so good to her already! 

After a while, Sora knocked on the door and walked in. "You had me worried Mishil," Sora said, checking her temperature. "I'm sorry Unnie!" Mishil smiled, melting the older girl's heart. If she had detected any signs of her previous meltdown, Sora didn't comment on it. 

"Now, I come bearing some good news." Sora's words caught their attention. "Which is Noona?" Namjoon asked. "I got promoted to TXT's main manager."

The soulmates clapped and congratulated the older woman. "Congrats Noona, does Jin Hyung know?" Namjoon asked, looking for the older. "Yeah! He's on with making a feast as a celebration." Sora laughed. "Now, not to pressure you or anything Mishil, but I need an assistant and I think you'll be perfect for that position." Mishil's eyes widened at the abrupt change of conversation. "But, Eunnie, I-" She stammered, not wanting to have the position unearned.

"What? That you're not deserving enough and I should not be pitying you? No honey! I'm not pitying you. I've seen your work. You give it you're all. That manager of yours was a douche and you did quite a good job calling him an 'Old Soot'. The old man, had it coming. Now tell me Kim Mishil, will you work for BigHit?" Sora offered the appointment letter to her.

"And, don't worry about PD-nim and TXT, they've agreed to this. The boys are quite happy, it seems. Now, will you?" Mishil was at a fix. True, working for BigHit and TXT is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity and she's always wanted to do that but how on Earth was she to agree to this? When did she know a lot of worthy candidates than her were dying for this job?

"You should take it ya' know?" It was Soo-Ah. "You think I'll do good?" Mishil looked at her, smiling. "When you managed that Old Soot of a manager and those half-crazy employees for 2 years straight, I guess you can handle TXT and MOAs. Can't you?" Soo-Ah wiggled her eyebrows.

"Oh yes, she can. I know she can. Take it, Mishil" Taehyung entered the scene. Mishil smiled, at the boxy smiled man's enthusiasm. She looked at Namjoon, their hands still joined. "Should I?" She tilted her head. "Yes, you should. Go ahead. You can do it."

That was it. When she had his approval, there was no going back. She took a deep breath and grabbed the envelope. "Yes, Eunnie." She beamed. The whole practice floor erupted in cheers.

"Wait! You guys, planned this?" Mishil looked outside, at the cheering Bangtan and Sejin. "It was Sejin Hyung's idea, don't blame us," Taehyung said, pouting.

"Next Monday, 9 am sharp, Assistant Kim," Sora ordered. "Yes ma'am!" Mishil saluted, making everyone laugh.

Even amidst all the chaos and barbeque party, that whole night their hands were locked. Things were unfolding pretty well and every day was a brand new day, a brand new step ahead of their relationship. But, not all good things last long. Do they?

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