Butterfly

"Love is a maze damn but you is amaze,"

The morning's golden light penetrated the glass windows and gave the whole room a natural glowing and warm vibe. The soulmates stood amidst all of that glow, the taller one busy fiddling with his soulmate's wrist. 

"What's this?" Mishil asked as she watched Namjoon fixing the fit bit band on her wrist."A little help! For you and me." Namjoon said, fixing the band, the hint of a smile evident.

"Huh?" She asked, quite bewildered. 1 week after the nasty reveal of their bond Namjoon was persistent in staying by Mishil's side. The company was sweet enough to grant the soulmates some time before they returned to the normal stream of life. And, unfortunately, Sora was struggling to make ends meet before the fast-approaching debut of TXT while BTS was equally busy with their upcoming albums.

Without Namjoon, things simply refused to fall into place. They were needed back at work!

"I'll fall into schedules, starting today, while you'll be busy with Sora Noona! And, I don't want you to go days without healing! So, here's something that will remind both me and you that it's time you need healing." Mishil couldn't help but notice the soft pink hue arising on Namjoon's cheeks, which she found adorably cute.

"It's alright! You didn't have to do this. I would've gone to you if I felt weak." Mishil knew what were the consequences of saying those words. Only she knew how she'd felt with each passing hour. The pain she's endured, for the past 3 months, was more of a scar than a memory.

But she'd vowed to herself, that she would not hinder Namjoon's work just because her bond was a faulty one. Namjoon laughed and grasped her small hand in his large one.

"You know I can feel whatever you feel, right? Then why do you even try hiding your feelings from me?" The boy asked playing with her fingers. She turned beet red, mentally cursing herself for being such a forgetful person.

"You think I didn't feel those panicky and rapid heartbeats in the span of the last 3 months? At first, when those happened, I thought they were mine. But when Leo explained our bond, all of it started to make sense." He kissed the back of her hand and said, "You think you hiding your pain spares me the pain?"

She remained unresponsive, her head down, their hands still interlocked. "You don't see me capable enough to share your pain, huh Mishil?"

She immediately looked up at him, her eyes widened and slightly moist. She grasped his hand tight and shook her head. "Then what? Talk to me." Namjoon pleaded, his voice soft. He was kneeling in front of her now.

"I just...I mean you already have so much to handle. The boys, the whole of BTS, and now, me...I just...didn't want to burden you...I tried to ignore the pain...so that.... just uh...I didn't want to bother you." Truth be told, she felt like a bother to him from the very beginning. A soulmate who wasn't planned or wanted.

That too, the bond that brought them together was as bad as being faulty.

Ever since the revelation of their bond, she was scared that she'd have to leave the man in front of her. And, the thought itself made her heart rip out! Said the man, now looking at his soulmate, his eyes glassy and his jaw clenched.

"Bother? Aish Mishil!" Namjoon said, sighing and tugging at the roots of his hair. She flinched at the abrupt shift of his demeanour and Namjoon noticed it. He sat back down, placing his forehead atop her knees. Out of instinct, Mishil tangled her fingers in his blonde hair.

"You know you're my one and only, don't you?" Namjoon asked, his head still buried in her knees. "Just so you know, if the universe butts in my life and presents me with a Mary Sue of a soulmate, I will tell both of them to get the hell away from me. Because you, Kim Mishil, have conquered my mind, heart, and existence too much. So much that if I lose you, I'll lose myself too. You, my girl, have captured me and my whole existence"

Mishil knew that her soulmate had a way with words, courtesy of the swoon-worthy, heartwarming, and heartbreaking lyrics he wrote but when he said all of that to her, the girl felt like a huge weight had been lifted off her being. As though, the hand she was afraid to lose hold of, had suddenly held her hand, tight.

Namjoon looked up, his eyes brimmed red and his face bearing every evidence of his salty sorrow. "If you want to stop, stop me now." He said, his voice broken yet dark.

Mishil froze for a whole second and looked into the man's eyes, who was on his knees, for her. She was too shocked to move, to speak. Heck! She couldn't take her eyes off him.

Namjoon's hand snaked around to her back and then. Brushed its way up her back, to her shoulders, and finally came to a rest at the back of her neck.

The fingers, which always made Mishil question herself if she had a hand kink, clasped gently around the expanse of her neck and a little of her head. She stared at him, her heart going crazy in the confines of her chest, as the guy who the universe had chosen for her, looked at her as though she was the only person in the world.

Namjoon tightened his hold around her, caging her from one side while leaning in silently. They had cheek pecks and Namjoon had always taken the liberty to dot her face and cheek with pecks every time she needed to calm down or early morning. When the both of them were basking in the faint glow of the morning rays. And of course, there was the magical kiss at the side of her head, that took away every last shred of worry and doubt from her. 

Namjoon stared at her large brown eyes, slightly widened but also, anticipating. That's when he knew, she was not going to push him away at the last moment! He pushed her head down, joining their foreheads and he stayed there for a few seconds. Eyes closed, breathing for each other and just feeling each other's presence.

Namjoon used his free hand to wrap around her wrist and lead the way to his shoulders. He released his clasp but Mishil's hands kept going until they were adorning Namjoon's neck with the caramel-hued garland of her arms. He swiftly rose to his feet, pulling her up with him.

They stood there, Namjoon bending his neck to stare into her eyes, while she looked up, reciprocating his actions. They just stood there, staring at each other. He looked at Mishil one last time, giving her one last chance to stop this. But she just looked at him, joining her eyelids as the sign of her consent.

Before she could even her open her eyes, Namjoon leaned down and pressed his lips against her. She stood motionless for a good 10 seconds, trying to force herself to believe that this indeed was reality!

They just held their lips together for the first few seconds and then, Namjoon began moving his lips, trying to force his feelings into her, through the soft movements of his lips. Namjoon abandoned her head and trailed down, earning goosebumps from Mishil's whole body, and brushed the rough skin of her bruises with the bruises adorning his fingertips, the soulmate energy coursing through their veins.

And there was something about that zap of energy that coursed through their bodies. Mishil whimpered slightly in his hold, her arms around his neck tightened, as Namjoon's arms dropped to her waist, trapping her in his cage. A cage that none of them wanted to leave.

They were standing toe to toe, just enjoying each other's embrace and presence. They separated after a good minute and Namjoon felt the fast beats of a heart that was not his. He looked at his soulmate, noticing her cheeks as red as a strawberry and her breathing slightly fast.

"Hey! Shh! Calm down, Mishil." He said, burying her face in his shoulder. She breathed in his scent, the feeling of his lips still lingering on hers. She'd just lost her first kiss and she didn't want to say that it was lost. It was given. Wholeheartedly.

Kim Mishil had given her first kiss to Kim Namjoon. She smiled unconsciously at the thought, against his chest and Namjoon felt the sudden elated and happy feeling he wanted to feel. He looked down and planted a kiss on the side of her head, making the girl look up.

Namjoon's eyes softened at her tender face and kiss-burned lips, those big brown eyes twinkling with galaxies. "You're never gonna be a bother to me. Ever. So, don't let those useless thoughts make you doubt me or us. You and our bond are perfect, Mish! Though it's not as easy as the others that's what makes us more special. Doesn't it?"

He launched his dimples, and the appearance of those illegals made Mishil act out of her will again. She stood on her tiptoes and pecked the dimple on his right cheek. However, she only realized what she'd done when she was back on her feet and her 5'11 height soulmate was smirking at her. Mishil blushed beetroot and looked down, making the leader laugh!

"Can't resist my dimples, can you?" Namjoon smirked, the teasing tone evident in his voice. "What can I say? They're irresistible." Mishil shrugged, slowly breaking out of her shy and reserved shell.

The change in her response made Namjoon internally jump. As per Soo-Ah's recounting, Mishil was pretty playful and bold with her words. She said what she thought. Faking stuff was not her game. When Namjoon had asked the detective about his soulmate's shy nature, Soo-Ah shook her head, laughing.

"She thinks that her cheerful nature is the reason people grow tired of her. That's why she acts shy and cold around the people she doesn't want to lose."

Namjoon was happy that she was assured about them. Assured enough to let loose of her true self. Namjoon smirked and bent down, levelling his mouth with her ear, making the girl freeze again.

"Uh-huh! The only thing irresistible over here, is you, baby!" Namjoon burst out of the door, laughing leaving Mishil bewildered, flustered, and blushing 50 shades of red. By the time, she wrapped the whole situation around her head, Namjoon was halfway past the house, aiming for the huge balcony at the very end of the house. She launched off, blushing still and shouting "NAMJOON, YOU SNEAKY LITTLE TEASE!"

The rest of the members who were congregated at the kitchen for breakfast were bewildered enough, seeing their recently glum leader giggling and running down the hall. And seeing the sight of the usually shy and quiet soulmate of the leader, yelling and chasing him down was another sight to behold!

Jin and Sora exchanged delightfully surprised smiles while the other members mirrored their expressions. Even Soo-Ah, who'd hastily wrapped up a case in Busan and practically rushed to Seoul, just to see her best friend and comfort her, was surprised to see her giggling, smiling, loud and mostly; happy.

They ran to the balcony and saw a sight that made their gazes grow tender.

Namjoon; the calm, collected, practical, and level-headed leader of BTS, broke out of his usual persona and acted like a giddy teenager had his arms around her waist, and the atmosphere brightened with their laughs.

To Soo-Ah, Mishil had a pleasant change. The same insecure, afraid and hesitant girl was still there but, the soulmate bonding and the soulmate had pulled out a better version of her. A version who was ready to face her fears. 

She was ready to love, jump and risk it all for one person. The insecurity, the fear, and the hesitance were there, undoubtedly but she had finally found someone who did not mind reminding her, every once in a while, that she was loved.

Yes, they were lost. Yes, they were scared. Yes, they were in for a long journey. Most people would say they're stupid for not looking for the easier alternative.

But, as long as they held each other's hands, they knew they could make it out of this love maze. And if they couldn't, it wouldn't be much of a loss though, would it? Being lost together in a love maze?

Hello, my babies!

Surprise update. Early update. Compensating update. Whatever you call this, an update has been made.

And, our soulmates kissed🤭

Since my dear daydreamies wanted a steamy chapter. Here you go, dear!

I was a bit hesitant to write this chapter since I was kinda unsure.

And, I changed the title 4 times!

Anyway, I love you guys! Take care, and stay safe.

See you after the 22nd or on the 22nd.

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Borahae💜

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