When YeongMi got closer to the door, she realized that the shadows were not shadows at all, but people.

One by one, the shadows became shapes, and shapes became faces.

In the center stood a very pissed off Namjoon, his arms crossed and shoulders squared to their full span.

"What happened to the party?"

"It ended hours ago. Not that you would know, because you disappeared."

YeongMi took a step back; the intensity in his tone was enough to send chills down her back.

But just as quickly as they had come, she squared her own shoulders and stepped forward, her own arms finding themselves crossing over her chest.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know you needed to be notified every time I decide to take a fucking walk."

She rolled her neck back, trying to ease the tension that shot up in her at this harsh situation.

It was as if they were facing off, two wolves passing into common territory, both wanting to be the alpha. And YeongMi would not back down. She had already let out her emotions earlier, so she was fully prepared to keep her walls up, stone hard and unmoving. She would not back down.

"When you're gone for hours, I'd say it would be a common courtesy to let someone know so we wouldn't freak out, thinking you'd been hurt. No one knew where you were."

YeongMi knew he was trying to undermine her by playing at her guilt, but she was far too angry to fall for that.

"I can take care of myself, thank you very much. Everyone else can mind their business."

"Oh, so you're saying we shouldn't be worried sick that you're not here when it's dark and late in an unfamiliar place?"

"That's exactly what I'm saying!" She rolled her eyes, glaring at Namjoon's hard gaze. "Besides, the way I saw it, you were well beyond pre-occupied when I left. But I'm so glad that after the party you're just now remembering that I exist."

Namjoon tilted his head, pulling his lips back in frustration.

Everyone else was silent, watching the two exchange words. It was awkward, and they almost wanted to leave, but at the same time, they felt frozen in place, like they just had to witness this, see what happened for themselves. It was as if nobody could move for fear of being directly brought into the situation, or worse, miss out on it.

"What is that supposed to mean, YeongMi?"

"Well shit, you're the genius, you figure it out!"

Namjoon shook his head, shaking as if he was going to explode.

Oh, and he was. They both were.

Two storms clashing into one massive disaster.

"That's rich considering you never speak clearly! Tell me, when will you ever give a straight answer?"

"Oh, don't change the subject Namjoon. This is ridiculous, you're not my family, you have no reason, no right to talk to me like this."

Namjoon laughed cruelly, narrowing his eyes at her.

"You're right, I'm not your family. Speaking of which, who are they, really? Because, for all you talk about your 'brother', nobody seems to know anything about your family. That's pretty suspicious, wouldn't you say?"

YeongMi clenched her hands into fists, digging the nails into her thighs to keep from lunging at Namjoon.

"My family is none of your goddamn business. Now, I'm warning you, back off."

"Hey, I just think that considering how close everyone seems to feel to you, we deserve to know, you know, something about you."

She could feel her arteries swelling with the angry blood flowing around her body, and her brain felt like it would explode from all the rage - filled thoughts.

"This is your last chance. Lay off, I'm serious."

"What? You're allowed to insult us, but I can't ask a few questions?"

"You know what, maybe you can't! Did you ever think that maybe I'm not comfortable with sharing personal things? Did you, dumbass?!"

Namjoon looked down, and he felt bitterness rising in him like bile as he finally took in what she was wearing.

"Leaving a party in one shirt, and returning in another? Wow," he laughed, a harsh, coarse sound to YeongMi. "Now I understand."

YeongMi felt the blow deeply, but she did her best not to show it, instead standing as tall as she could, biting the insides of her cheeks to calm down, despite the painful, bitter taste it left in her mouth.

"What is that supposed to mean, Namjoon?"

He pulled a face, speaking in a mocking voice, "well, you figure it out."

"I'm only asking this once. Are you calling me a slut?"

Namjoon held his head high, looking over her head rather than at her.

"Dude, that's too far."

But Jimin's voice was lost to their ears, as they were too busy steaming to hear him.

YeongMi had never cared much for that insult; slut wasn't so bad, as she saw nothing wrong with getting a lot of action. What she didn't like, however, was being falsely accused.

She stepped closer, until she could feel the heated rage flowing off of him, mixing with her own.

"Really? Are you fucking serious? You have no idea what I was doing when I was gone. I mean, I was out -" YeongMi caught herself before she said too much, "and you have the nerve to imply, what, that I was off fucking someone? Really? You think I'd just randomly go off and have sex with someone?!"

His eyes flitted down to stare into hers, harsh and burning.

"It's not that much of a stretch, really."

YeongMi's breath caught in her throat.

"What are you saying?"

"You know exactly what I'm saying." His lips pressed together tightly, speaking nothing but angry, charged words.

YeongMi took a half step back, unable to stop herself.

He wasn't seriously saying....

He didn't really believe that, did he?

"Let me spell it out for you. The last time you went missing in the late night, you were in my studio room, a mess, unable to do anything but moan my name, and saying some vulgar things. So it's not hard to believe that it must be a habit of yours."

YeongMi felt like she could physically feel her heart cracking, the stone wall completely crumbling, no longer supporting her fragile heart.

She did her best to keep it together, anger spreading through her veins to hold herself up long enough to get out of the situation.

"You're a fucking asshole, I should've never even thought I could trust you."

"Oh, was it a secret? What, the truth hurts you?"

"Well, not as much as I'm about to hurt you!"

She slammed her fists on his chest, shoving him back so that he fell against the glass door.

And the movement was enough to pull everyone from the trance, and arms were soon pulling YeongMi away from Namjoon, and she wasn't sure if her vision was blurred from anger, or tears.

"Namjoon, YeongMi, both of you, out, now. Not another word, you hear me?"

And Namjoon shared a heated gaze with Jin before he backed down and disappeared into the house.

YeongMi jerked away from Yoongi, giving him a cold glare before stalking farther onto the beach.

She sat down, throwing sand everywhere in a rage before hiding her face in her hands, rocking back and forth.

"Kim Namjoon, I hate you." Her whisper was a promise, stolen by the wind and carried into the vast emptiness that seemed to open when darkness fell.

Tonight, the darkness fell on her heart, and there was no Sun that could reach it.