Serendipity: The Amazing Journey Of A Soulmate

33. Looking back

My day couldn't have started better than that. Despite my foggy mind and heavy head aches caused by the terrible hangover I gained after my Itaewon escapade, having Namjoon here with me makes everything easier to deal with. After our sexy time earlier, none of us felt like cooking breakfast anymore, so we both took a shower and had some croissants and tea instead.
Now we're both cuddling on the sofa in the living room, while Namjoon is telling me about the new song they've been working on lately. Apparently, it is a song about their journey as a group, about their ups and downs and how they reached the top and how the fans, their beloved army, were an important factor in their growth. I know they love their fans like crazy, always being grateful for the love and support they shown along the years. And as a fan of their art myself, I can say without a doubt that even when this earth will be nothing but a forgotten speck of dust in this universe, the love of the fans for these boys will still exist. This group is nothing like this world has seen before. They are more than artists. They are role models, saviours and heroes. They gave a life jacket to anyone on this globe who ever felt like drowning. These seven boys would just come out and say "I understand your pain and you're not alone", then pull you out of the darkness threatening to swallow you whole. This is their superpower.
I look at Namjoon, talking so excitedly about his music, gesticulating and smiling as bright as a midday sun and my heart melts inside my chest. He is so beautiful when he is happy, a beauty out of this world. The beauty only the happiness of doing what you love can give you. And I am so glad the forces of the universe plotted to make all his dreams come true. In this moment, I make a promise to myself that I will do whatever it takes to keep that genuine happiness in his eyes unaltered. That I will protect his dreams.

He is talking about some art book he read recently and how he thinks of integrating some ideas he discovered in their future concept, but I'm finding hard to focus on what he's saying. His dimples deepen every time he smiles and his eyes are squinting, a view impossible not to stare at. I'm looking at him like one would admire a work of art in a museum. Namjoon notices my intense gaze and stops his monologue. 'Why are you looking at me like that?" he asks unsure. "I'm thinking about suing you" I reply, my eyes still fixed on his face. "And what did I do wrong, Ms. Young?" he teases, bending his head and pressing his lips on my jaw. "You're giving me arrhythmia. Every time I look at your handsome face, my heart stops working properly. You are not good for my health, Kim Namjoon" I purr and he gets shy, showing his dimples once again and shutting his eyes tight. He always gets flustered when someone gives him compliments, a cute habit of his that I find adorable. But I know that all this behavior has darkness behind it, as he never felt comfortable with his own looks and he is still insecure. I remember in the beginning, there were people saying he doesn't fit the beauty standards of idols, that his skin is too dark and he doesn't have a perfect face. Those things affected him more than he let it show. I never understood what's wrong with people because you have to be blind not to see the beauty this man possesses: the tanned skin, the expressive hooded eyes, the full lips so soft and sexy, those sinful dimples, the beautiful smile and perfect white teeth, the strong jaw and cute little nose. Even his eyebrows are perfectly symmetrical, a very rare feature. If I was Kim Namjoon, I'd stare in the mirror all day and admire myself. Those people can go fuck themselves. "I want to photograph you" I say to him, taking his face in my hands. "Will you let me photograph you?" He fixes his beautiful eyes on me and for a few seconds he doesn't say anything. He just looks at me. Then he gives me a smile and nods. "Let me get my DSLR" I squeal as I climb out of the sofa and run to my bedroom.

I take a lot of pictures of him: Namjoon standing with a book in his hand, him looking out the window, him chilling on the sofa, then dozens of pictures of his face, his features and details. The most content I am about the portraits. Somehow I managed to capture all his raw beauty in these photographs: the moles on his cheeks, the delicate curve of his lips, his disheveled hair, so sexy and wild, his perfect forehead that I'd always kiss in between the shots. And above all that, he asks me to take some photographs for him to post on their social media, which makes me really nervous because he created an entire religion on the internet with his daily pictures and selfies. It's usually the other members who take those pictures of him so I'm hoping I'm doing a great job.