Twenty Nine: Namjoon

It's Wednesday, and I haven't seen or heard from her since Monday morning. Abby and Jin-hyung had been secretly dating for a while and nobody even suspected a thing. They informed me about the conversation Sam had with her father after I've so shamefully left her to fend for herself. They informed me how he threatened her if she were to ever see me again. Apparently she was a broken mess after I've left her behind. According to Abby (Jin-hyung confirmed it) she went to her brother's for a couple of weeks. I should have been there for her. I'm her soulmate and she needs me. I need her! I lay my face in my hands and sigh deeply. I miss her so much! She's my soulmate. Why am I only now admitting it, now that we're oceans apart? Ma, won't like it, knowing that my soulmate is the terrorist's daughter. It's not her fault that he's her father. She's not to blame for her father's sinister ways. After realising the bitter truth, I just had to get away and clear my head. The way I chose to do it might not have been the best way. I want to call her so badly that it hurts, but she needs some time. It's hard to go to work knowing that I won't find her somewhere between its four walls. Thankfully today's over and done. I have yet to explain anything to the others, Jin-hyung is the only one who knows about my situation. I wish that I could wrap my arms around her and assure her that we'll figure it out together. I can't imagine my life without her in it. I don't want to either. We're two parts of one soul. We're supposed to grow old and take whatever life throws our way.

I lay stretched out on my bed, staring at the ceiling. If life throws you a box of lemons, don't let it sour up your day, make lemonade; my Grandma used to use that saying when things didn't seem to go as planned. I have yet to call my mother, like I've been planning to do since Sunday afternoon. There's no better time than now. Suddenly my phone rings. I reached over and picked it up from the side table. I can feel how a small smile crept across my lips when I noticed the caller ID. I pushed the green button and put the phone against my ear. "Achim Eomma," I greet my mother with a broad smile, clearly audible in my voice. "Annyeong jagi. How have you been?" Her question made my heart melt. I should have known that she'll be seeing right through my friendly greeting. "I've had better days, Eomma," I answered honestly. "Something's wrong. Neukkil su issda. Talk to me, Namjoon-ah," her kind words had me smiling coyly. There's no need hiding the truth from her and besides Mom would find out eventually. "I've found my soulmate, Eomma, but I don't know what to do!" I exclaimed sadly. The all to familiar, Tut-tut-tut, rolls over her lips and then she responded. "Yeobo ne, you do. Follow your heart." I signed in defeat. How do I even comply? "Don't worry so much about it, Namjoon-ah. Dangsin-i geunyeoleul salanghandamyeon noneun geunyeoleul salanghan geos-ibnida." My mother always seems to know what's troubling me, without me having to say anything about it. She actually told me that she would love her if I love her. That's my Mom for you, always the optimist. "Gomawo, Eomma," I thanked her. For rhe rest of our conversation we talked about random things: Work, health, life, love and everything in between.