Serendipity: The Amazing Journey Of A Soulmate

11. Soul storm

My cheeks turn to red in half a second and I'm cursing Mirae in my mind for being a loud chatterbox. "I can't help but wonder..." he continues, massaging his chin with mischief. "That was not true. I swear" I say, my eyes wide as I rush after Namjoon who started walking towards the living room.
Oh universe, why are you punishing me? He may think I'm a pervert now. He doesn't speak again, but I can see his shoulders shaking. "I'm honored to be your personal clown" I mumble. At that, I can hear him chuckle. Seems like I'm destined to make a fool of myself in front of him.
"Classic or grapes?" Mirae asks as we arrive at the couch, raising her hands, each one holding a different bottle of soju. The coffee table is full of alcohol bottles and snacks.
"Grapes, always!" I reply giggling. "That's my girl! What about you Namjoon?" my friend asks. "Ah, thank you, but last night was a bit rough so I don't feel like drinking again today. Besides, I drove here" Namjoon politely excuses himself with a cute smile plastered on his face. The hangover must be bothering him still. With the busy schedule, dance practice and music making, I'm sure neither him nor the boys are getting enough rest. I glance at him, searching his face for signs of fatigue and even though he is doing a good job hiding it, I can see it in the heaviness of his eyelids.
"He's not fun" I find myself speaking, wrinkling my nose. Namjoon looks at me in a way that suggests just how much "fun" he can be and my imagination is already flying to places.
"Enough talking. Let's drink" Jiwoo  intervenes and snatches a bottle from his sister's hand, starting to open it.
"Yah, not the grape one. That's mine!" I shout reaching for the bottle. Grape soju is my all time favorite and by the look of it, it is the only bottle they brought with this flavor.  Jiwoo just laughs at me, putting the bottle even farther away from me, arms high up. "Yaaah, oppa!" I pout stretching my arms in vain to reach it.
"You're such a baby" he grins, enjoying the sight of me struggling. "Do you have a dead wish, Park Jiwoo? Give me the damn bottle!" I say trying to look angry. "Whatcha gonna do, shortie?" he mocks me, laughing like a maniac. Mirae bursts into laughter as well, watching the show from her spot on the couch, looking up at us. This annoying piece of-
My thoughts are interrupted as I feel two strong, yet gentle arms embracing my waist from behind and lifting me off the ground. I gasp in surprise, a small sound escaping my mouth.
"I got you" Namjoon says softly, helping me reach the soju bottle. I giggle with excitement that I am finally tall enough to get it and quickly grab the bottle from my friend's hand. Jiwoo's amusement vanishes from his face, his eyes not playful anymore. "Whatever" he says and turns to take a sit on the couch, near his sister.
Namjoon slowly puts me back on my feet and I twist my body to face him. He's wearing his beautiful signature smile, the one with the mouth closed where his eyes are almost swallowed by his cheeks and his dimples are showing. The little game I was playing with Jiwoo is suddenly forgotten and I open my mouth several times to speak, but no words come out. He must've sensed my confusion because I hear him speak.
"You'll let me lean on you when I feel like falling and I'll lift you up when you are down. Perfect teamwork" he whispers, only for me to hear it. I can't help but stare, the world around me engulfed in silence. As a lawyer, I'm never short of lines to deliver, but now, for the first time in my life, I am completely speechless. His words stroke a chord in me, disturbing the vast profound of my soul. I don't think he is aware of the weight his words carry because in this very moment, for some strange reason, I am almost certain that if it is for me to fall in love again, it would be for this man. I realize I'm diving into the unknown and all I can do now is to pray to whichever god exists in this world to ease my descend. Ordering my heart to be patient, I find my words to speak again.
"Sounds like a deal" I murmur, a small smile appearing on my face. "It's a promise" Namjoon says smiling back as he puts up his pinkie, waiting. A silent offer I am willing to accept. I wrap my little finger around his, then gently connect our thumbs to seal the promise of this pure unconditional help, found in the strangest of places.
We both giggle at the sight, like two kids sharing a secret.