Bonded

07

Love is not over

"What's friendship?"

"Being able to make her smile, no matter what."

Mishil stared at her phone for a good 5 minutes before she understood what was about to happen. Kim Namjoon was gonna come to her apartment.

Kim Namjoon....Kim Namjoon?!...KIM NAMJOON!?!?!?

She shot up from her dining table and around the house straightening stuff, almost losing her limbs with all the running around like a headless chicken,

Then, she flew to her bathroom, looking for her facewash and trying to look pretty for the man who made her heart do mini back flips with the simplest of actions.

She tidied things on her way and ran around her apartment making sure the apartment was cosy and neat enough. When she stepped into her bedroom, her eyes widened as she realized what her room décor was.

Good for her, Mishil did not have her walls covered with their pictures. But, there was one poster that she had bought just some months before her bonding. Kim Namjoon in his ash blonde hair, smiling wide. Kissed deeply by the rays of the sun. Looking every bit of a high school sweetheart.

The poster wasn't life size or neither was it, something explicit or even amusing. But still, Mishil blushed at the fact of having Kim Namjoon in her room, in her apartment and seeing himself hanging on her walls.

She weighed the consequences. It was either having the poster and assuring Namjoon of the fact that he was her favourite or having the risk of being caught pulling down the poster.

Who was gonna risk the slowly growing bond between the two of them? Not her.

She walked to her bedroom sorting out things here and there, thinking about how they both were trying. To make it work between the both of them. Thinking back to just a fortnight ago, when the man who had made her heart do high jumps just by smiling through a screen, had held her in the shield of his arms while she cried.

They talked that night. They both were sensible enough. They dropped the formalities and 'ssi's from their names and of course, exchanged numbers.

Step by step. Slow. That's how they'd go.

Mishil plugged in her phone to the home speakers and put up one of her favourite covers of the boys. It was a song that was sad but she found herself enjoying the soft melody and the heart-wrenching melody. Today though she unknowingly went down that forbidden lane of her memory. Where she hadn't gone down since she'd bonded.

The mask covering his face, he got out of his dark-tinted SUV not forgetting to thank his driver Hyung and climbed the steps leading to the apartment block. She was on the topmost floor.

Namjoon got in the elevator and pulled down his mask, the left side of his chest tightening out of nowhere. The feeling you have when you cry hard or you're extremely sad. His mind travelled to the girl who was somewhere above him and he wondered if she was okay. Namjoon got off at the top floor, the door straight ahead was where he wanted to go.

Namjoon checked his shirt for any wrinkles and then reached out for the doorbell, his eyes catching the sight of the ajar door. His gut twisted, jumping into the worst of scenarios as he softly walked into the apartment.