Serendipity: The Amazing Journey Of A Soulmate

2. The sweet escape

"It's Kim Namjoon."

I freeze in my spot. What did he just say? I didn't realize it before, due to all the adrenaline rush in my blood. But as soon as the words leave his mouth, it strikes me.  How could I miss it? I slowly turn my head to look in his direction. The man standing next to the black Hyundai is Kim Namjoon. The Kim Namjoon. One of the seven members of the famous Korean boy band BTS and the leader of the group. I listen to their music and I've even bought their albums. I can't believe I didn't notice who he is from the start. But yet again, I wasn't really paying attention to what was happening around me. All I had in mind was not being late to work and the only times I looked at him, I found myself captured by his eyes to notice anything else.

"Fan of the year." I scold myself. Somehow I manage to nod and get back inside my car, slamming the door a bit too hard. The clock on the dash shows 8:48 am. I sigh. Could this day get even worse? The nightmares have returned, I overslept which rarely happens, but it had to happen today of all days, I'm late for work and now my car is fucked. Out of all the millions of people living in this city, why do I have to be involved in an accident with an idol? I should be happy for getting the chance to meet Kim Namjoon outside the venues, something most fans wait all their lives for it to happen. Yet here I am, in the middle of the street in my wrecked car, with the hands resting on the steering wheel, complaining. What's so special about famous people anyway? They are normal people with lives...well, not so normal. But they are working hard just like us, they lose nights and meals for their jobs just like us and they're probably as lonely as most of us are at the end of the day. They may be loved by millions, but with love comes the hate in similar proportion. The truth is, instead of envying them, maybe we should try to understand them and even learn a thing or two from them. Like how to be tolerant or how to forgive or how to not give up even when your bones cry for you to stop. 

Kim Namjoon. I've heard so many things about him. He's known to be a wise man, mature and considerate, a role model for an entire generation. And as appreciated as he is, so many tried to bring him down. He never faltered. Although I don't know him as a person, his strength is admirable. And above all that, he is a very attractive man and I'd lie if I say my heart didn't skip a beat when I saw the beautiful male smiling nervously at me earlier. He is wearing light blue jeans today, with a casual white shirt rolled at its sleeves, making him look so stylish and manly, yet so effortlessly natural. In other circumstances I might have enjoyed his company. No, I would've definitely enjoyed his company. Who wouldn't? I might have bad experiences with men, but I'm a woman and there are some things I can't ignore.

But this encounter will only cause trouble for both of us. Being a celebrity, is just a matter of time until the paparazzi start roaming around like hungry hyenas in search for a good story to sell. I can already picture the titles: "Idol crashes a car in traffic" or "Was BTS's Kim Namjoon drunk at the steering wheel?" They'd drag him to mud along with all the band members and the people involved. I can already picture them chasing me in order to get a statement from me. Luckily, I am used to this kind of behavior from the media. As a lawyer, I always bump into them in court or when I represent some of my influential clients. But given my current mental state, I'd be better not attract this kind of negative attention. A few cars start honking and I move to turn the key, but I stop in the middle of it. On the street, curious eyes stop in their tracks to see what happened, small groups starting to form on the sidewalk and even cars slow down to take in the commotion. For everyone out there it's pretty clear that's been an accident, since both cars are damaged. That's not good, too much attention is on us and they'll start asking questions about what happened. Don't you people have something better to do, like mind your own business?

I turn to glance through the back windshield, observing him as he's resting his head on the steering wheel. Why isn't he leaving? Maybe his car is wrecked much more than it let show. Or he must feel bad for what happened. As far as I know, he got his driver's license only recently because he always thought he's bad at it and didn't want to mess up. At least that's what he said in an interview I watched not long ago. It's hard to miss them these days, when they are all over the internet. I don't think there is a day when there's no news about BTS.