Serendipity: The Amazing Journey Of A Soulmate

7. Chaos unfolds

Still lying on the floor, I hear someone shouting "Yah! Kim Namjoon!" breaking the silence. I notice the slight trace of satoori in the male's voice. Suga, then.
"What is the meaning of this?" Hoseok asks. "Ouch!" I grunt as I begin to move while Namjoon starts laughing again, feeling his chest and shoulders shaking under me. I try to stand up, but Namjoon still has a hold on my coat and I fall again on top of him, his laughter getting even louder.
"Would you stop laughing, you asshole? I cry already annoyed by this whole situation.
"Do you need any help to stand?" Jimin asks politely coming near me and offering me his arm. The angel of bangtan, coming to my rescue. I grab his outstretched arm and he helps me get up. "Thank you!" I say, then in the corner of my eye I notice something black on the floor. "Ah, my phone!" I exclaim as I rush for it only to stumble over Namjoon who was a second faster than me, snatching the phone before I can. I fall roughly on a couch nearby, while Namjoon stands in front of me grinning like the devil he is. "Try and get it if you can" he shouts, lifting the arm holding the phone high up, knowing it will be an impossible task for me given my small figure.
I am going to kill Namjoon. I am going to kill him and then kill him once more.
"You little bastard!" I say through my teeth, barely audible. Ignoring everyone in the room I start running after him.  Every time I'm about to reach it, he'd raise his arm higher, making me jump up and down. In the back I can hear one of the girls say "How can someone jump in stilettos?" This is all in vain.
I stop my attempts and step back a few meters, reconsidering my strategy. I decide to do something that will distract him long enough for me to get the phone.
Changing my stance, I start walking towards him, each step slow and calculated like a predator approaching its prey, pinning him with my gaze.
Namjoon stops everything he was doing, nervously watching me as I get in front of him. My eyes never leaving his, I wrap my arms around his waist and hug him tight. He looks down at me dumbfounded, gulping hard, all the amusement gone from his face. I'm aware everyone in the living room must be staring, wondering what the hell is happening and I hear Hoseok stating "Oyy....this boy is whipped!" I don't have time to think about his comment.
I have to play this card well, get my phone and get the hell out of here.
With my head now resting on his chest, I could hear his heart beating fast like a drum thump, thump, thump.
He slowly lets his arms fall on his sides and when I'm sure he is distracted enough, I release him and snatch the phone from his hand, running in the other direction. Ha! You thought!
"Ahh, I've been fooled" Namjoon pouts on the floor.
"Ya, Kim Namjoon, are you alright?" Suga asked, both him and Jimin arriving by his hide to help him get up.
"I'm feeling a little dizzy" Namjoon muttered, his face going blank. "Oh, he is gonna be sick!" the barefoot girl shouted,  catching everyone's attention. I make a step towards Joon, but then I stop in my tracks. No, I have no right to go there. I just brought him home.
Hearing the girl scream, Jungkook lifts Namjoon from the floor and rushes with him to the bathroom. I look after them until they are out of my visual field.

Now that Namjoon is gone, all eyes are on me. I'm standing near the door, as if ready to escape this house any minute now.
I look at each one of the people in front of me. I know the members, but there are two foreign girls I haven't seen in my life. Judging by the way they are dressed and how comfortable the members are around them, they all must be pretty close to each other. The barefoot one has a pretty pink ombre hair and she's been whispering with Tae all this time. And judging by the way he is protecting her, he cares a great deal about her.
The other girl sitting next to Hoseok, she has ombre hair too, silver. Her stance and straight face with a wicked smile showing at times, reminds me of Yoongi. Okay, they are staring. I think it would be best to say something now.
I run a hand over my skirt then smooth my hair with my palms and putting a few strands behind my ear, I confidently say "Hello! I'm...Inna." They don't reply so I continue " I know getting your uninvited drunk ass into someone's house and destroying their belongings, is not an acceptable way to introduce yourself to people. So I'm really sorry about all the commotion!" I say apologetically and take a bow, my eyes falling on Hoseok who was holding tight his ruined KAWS doll.
"How do you know hyung?" Taehyung asks me curiously. "Are you his girlfriend?" Jimin cuts in seconds later. I hear the pink hair girl say something to Tae, but I'm too nervous to understand what they're saying.
Looks like they all have so many questions and I don't blame them. I literally barged into their home and made a scene. I slap myself mentally. "I-"
I don't even know what to say. "That coconut stole my phone and wouldn't give it back" I blurt out. Everyone stares in shock. "He did what?" Suga, Hoseok and the girls say in unison.
"Oh, it's kind of a long story" I add. "he crashed my car in the intersection the other day and-" I don't finish my sentence, because Jimin interrupts me. "Just how many things has hyung destroyed in the past two days?"
"God of destruction was busy lately, but the KAWS doll, is my fault entirely. I'm the one who took it from the shelf" I say feeling sorry of my mistake. "I'll get you a new one or just pay for it, okay?" I add, looking at Hoseok reassuringly. "Looks like it's not only your car that he crashed" the other girl said sarcastically, pointing at my ruined blouse. Man, her resemblance to Yoongi gives me chills. I look down, knowing how much I love this blouse and get sad. "Ah, no, no. Don't need to worry about this. Jinja" Hobi says waving his hand in dismissal.
I keep looking in the direction of the bathroom, where the youngest took Namjoon. He should be back by now. Why isn't he coming back? I start fidgeting with my fingers.
As if he could hear my thoughts, Jungkook comes back, looking in my direction and saying in an even voice "He's passed out on the bathroom floor." I relax my shoulders at the youngest's statement. Of course he is alright, you idiot. He is drunk, not shot in the heart.
I should go now before even more chaos unfolds. "Oh. Now that he is safe and sound, I'll take my leave. I am very sorry about the whole intrusion and the scene. Have yourselves a good night!" I say politely, take a bow and quickly leave the house.
**
I step out of the house, the door automatically locking behind me with a click. Taking out my phone, I order a taxi. Once I'm outside the building, I put my hands in the pockets of my coat and bury my head in its collar. It has gotten cold and I'm so tired. My feet hurt like hell in these stilettos. I wasn't supposed to wear them for so long and definitely not for running and jumping around.

The taxi arrives and I get in telling the driver my address.
Thoughts about the events of that night invade my mind and I'm overwhelmed. So many things happened in such a short time. What's worse is that I made a fool out of myself in front of the members and I don't know if I can ever watch them in the eyes again. I'll just go dig a hole and crawl in it, living the rest of my life there hidden with my misery. And who were those girls? Are they friends? Coworkers? Lovers? They seemed nice and the boys were comfortable around them too. Maybe some of the boys finally found love. I wish them all to be happy and well.
And Namjoon? Well, he definitely did some things tonight that took me by surprise. I already knew he is an amazing guy, kind, thoughtful and with a beautiful mind. He cares about his members and their fans and is being considerate to the others. Being the leader of the group, he has a great responsibility on his shoulders, this is why he is always seen as a serious and rational man. But he can also be cute and funny.
However, tonight I saw a side of him he never showed to the camera, a glimpse of the real Kim Namjoon, strong and dominant. And this side of him intrigues me the most. He holds an unknown power over my body, as if it belongs entirely to him and only him. Not only my body reacts to him, but also my mind. He threatens to bring down all my protections, all the walls I've built in the past few years to guard my crushed heart.  Namjoon deserves rainbows and warmth, a beautiful heart to love him back. And that is the scary part. It's something I cannot offer. Once he gets inside, there will be nothing like that for him. Once he sees the emptiness residing there, he'll walk away. Like everyone else before him.

The whole trip home I spend it so lost in thought, that I barely notice I arrived in my neighborhood. I leave the taxi, thanking the driver and enter the building where my apartment is. My feet hurt too much so I decide to remove my shoes and walk on my bare feet to my apartment.
Once I get inside my home, I throw my shoes in a corner, enter my bedroom and let my body fall on the bed to rest a bit before I shower.
I fall asleep like this, wearing all my clothes and makeup from the previous day.