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Singularity
Chapter Seventy-One
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SHE STIRRED awake, fumbling against the loose grip around her waist. Her bare legs ran along the cool sheets beneath her, her fingers curling into the hoodie adorning the man beside her. She could feel his breath against her hair, his muscled chest hard beneath her ear. She focused on the steady rhythm of his heartbeat before realizing where she was. Her tangled locks fell into her eyes the moment she shot upward, her knuckles immediately screwing into her sleep filled eyes. The body beside her only moved closer, his strong arm wrapping tighter around her waist. "You okay?" he asked in his groggy, deep morning voice. The sound sent a frisson down her spine. She glanced over at the messy haired idol, a smile creeping along her face. "Yeah," she replied.

Her slim fingers combed through his hair, sticking to the small tangles and nails scratching gently against his scalp. His eyes remained closed, his plump lips parting as a satisfied sigh left his mouth. "Good morning," she whispered, easing herself back down into the mattress. Despite the stink of his morning breath, she found herself drawn to his lips. She traced her finger along the pillowy surface before she took the quiet moment to press her own against them. His arm that had been draped across her waist became firm. His large hand found the center of her back, using it to pull her closer into his body. She gasped at the contact, her lips parting only millimeters apart. He brushed his nose against hers, his warm, brown eyes finally fluttering open to spot the angel before him.

"Good morning." He used the arm he wasn't lying on to rake through her messy curls, pushing the brunette locks away from her forehead. She looked so beautiful like this — all bare faced and glowing beneath the soft sunlight. She rested her forehead against his, her breathing soft despite the sped up rate of her heartbeat. He caressed her neck, closing his eyes once more as he enjoyed her presence. He focused his hearing on her breathing. The moment felt like that of a dream. His fingers piddled with the tangled curls of her hair, moving to brush his thumb against her cheek. He was touching her in a new place every few beats, his mind needing the assurance that she was, in fact, there. She was truly laying there, in his arms, her forehead pressed to his.

          A clatter from the kitchen seemed to startle the peaceful silence that floated within the room. Both parted, their heads turning toward the cracked bedroom door. Namjoon sat up, his shirt clinching to his skin, wrinkled against his torso. He glanced toward the other bed, finding Min Yoongi sound asleep. Sunny brushed her hair from her face, taking in his stature. His long arms stretched out in front of him, his lips slack as a yawn ripped through his throat. It was so domestic, the situation they were in just then. She felt like they were just Namjoon and Sunny, waking up on a weekend without a care in the world. But that wasn't their life. The events of the day prior played along her mind and she was reminded of who she was. She was an idol, and she was now single.

          He noticed the sadness that had seemed to corrupt her sleepy, yet happy eyes. Silently, he lifted his hand to caress her imprinted cheek. His shirt had definitely been the culprit. He smiled, stars shining in his eyes, as he traced the outline of his shirt on her cheek. "What?" she asked, curious as to what had almost made the man before her giggle. She pushed his hand away to touch her cheek, finding the weird imprint in her skin. "You slept hard," he joked, causing Sunny's cheeks to redden out of embarrassment. She swatted at his arm, her lips pouted, and he had never seen something so cute. Just the action made him want to kiss her again. "We should get up before Yoongi does," she mumbled upon spotting the sleeping boy, his hair the only thing poking out of his thick comforter. Joon hummed in agreement, quickly tossing the comforter from their bodies.

          "Let's go get breakfast. I'm sure that was Jin hyung, anyway." He gripped her ankles before she could move and swiftly pulled her body down to the edge of his bed. She had to muffle the amused squeak that spilled past her smiling lips, her laughter like a birdsong in his ears. She allowed him to wrap her legs around his waist and lift her from the mattress, his hands now resting on her bare thighs. "I'm starving," she commented, her hands resting on his shoulders. "Mm. Same." Both laughed as Namjoon began to navigate his way toward the door, avoiding stepping on any of Yoongi's stuff he had dropped before falling into bed. Sunny felt on cloud nine with Namjoon. Waking up next to him felt so right, she couldn't help but want to do it again.

          "Good morni— what the hell is this?" Like he had predicted, Kim Seokjin stood in the kitchen, pans askew and breakfast foods cooking. His eyes narrowed at the two while Namjoon let the small girl slide from his grip. "Nothing," both replied, their cheeks scarlet and their mouths forming shy smiles. The eldest of the group decided against pushing it further, only settling on an, "okay," and waving the Park twin over. She always enjoyed cooking with Jin. It was something she was rather good at, and she loved the company of the oldest Kim. "Are you making pancakes?" she asked, her eyes wide and hopeful. He nodded in response, chuckling at the wide smile crossing her face. "I thought you would want some after yesterday."

          Yesterday. She hated the thought of that word, all because of that cruel man she had given her heart and so much more to. She bit down on her lip. "That's very thoughtful, oppa. Thank you." She squeezed his arm before turning to find her own apron. She and Jin had matching aprons made two years ago, hers being a pastel pink and his being pastel blue. They had their names put on the front, along with the word kitchen and RJ's face. Of course, she would have preferred Chimmy, or even Koya to RJ, but she didn't complain. After all, she was cooking with the Worldwide Handsome, Kim Seokjin. Just the thought of his nickname made the girl snort. "Can I help?" Namjoon stood next to the island, his back pressed against the marble. Both Sunny and Jin turned to look at the male before facing one another. "Why don't you sit this one out, Joon?"

          "I'll show you how to make cookies next time," Sunny offered, and she had never seen his face light up so fast before. He nodded, moving to take a seat at the bar to watch the two master's at work. "Hey," Sunny began. She began to crack the eggs, her eyes locked on the pan in front of her. Jin glanced over toward the girl, suddenly worried. "Hey," he responded, blowing a breath through his nose. She smiled, despite her verklempt mind. "Did Jimin tell you? About yesterday?" She chanced a glance toward the older male, catching his eye before turning back to the task at hand. "He did." So simple. She chewed the inside of her cheek nervously as her mind ran wild. What did he think? What did he feel? What did he say? Her mind was at a constant stage of worrying what others thought and said instead of taking her own feelings into account.

"He's not worth it, you know. If he can't see how amazing you are, then he's blind." She breathed in his words. Her eyes stung. She did not want to cry. As she stirred the eggs in the pan, she found herself lightening. That hard wall around her began to dissolve into sand, and she felt free almost. "Do you remember that day you and Taehyung came to see me?" she asked. Jin could picture the day almost perfectly. They had brought her ramen and she showed them the disgusting bruises marking her skin. He nodded, unable to form words. She felt herself sigh. "I think I'm ready to talk about it now." His eyes widened, his head snapped toward her direction, and his finger slipped, the blade he was holding slicing the skin. He hissed at the pain, droplets of red littering the pad of his finger. "Oh, my God!" she gasped.

"Its okay! Ignore the slip up," he laughed, finding himself funny, "Do you want to talk about it? Because if you do, You should talk to all of us. We were all worried." She ran a dish cloth under the cool water before bringing it to Jin, letting him wrap it around the wound. "How about we bandage your finger, finish breakfast, and then we'll talk." He nodded at her suggestion, his luscious lips cracking back into a smile. "Great. Where's the first aid kit?"

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          Sunny sat in the middle of a sleepy Taehyung and Jungkook, her legs wrapped tight in a blanket, her plate sitting on her lap. Taehyung's hair tickled her nose as he rested his head on her shoulder, shoveling eggs in his mouth while his eyes rested closed. The room was silent. Namjoon sat across the room from the Park twin, his eyes flickering back and forth from Hoseok as he told a story and her. "Actually," Jin interrupted Hobi, "Sunny has something she wants to tell us." Jungkook shifted beside her, his arm across the back of the loveseat. "Noona?" She blew air into her cheeks, her fork stabbing into the last piece of pancake left on her plate. "I broke up with Junhui yesterday," she announced, all of the boys happy to hear the news. "And since I'm now free, I feel like I can finally talk about what happened."

Taehyung lifted his head, his drowsy eyes now focused on the girl beside him. She sighed, her fingers playing together in her lap. "He... he told me so many lies about the people around me. He was constantly whispering in my ear that you guys didn't really like me and were only friends with me because I'm important to Jimin..." Jimin scoffed, but stayed silent. "And when we were alone, he pushed me so hard. He called me names and kept telling me that I wouldn't amount to much because I'm so lazy." Jungkook took the girl's hand, stopping her movements. She laced her fingers with his and squeezed. "He really tore me down and I sat there and let him. I let him destroy me and make me into someone I never wanted to become." She felt the weight lift from her shoulders just from her confession. "I hate him," she muttered beneath her breath. "He made me hate myself."

"You're so strong, Sunny," Yoongi spoke up from his place on the sofa. Her eyes met his and she could see the sincerity there. "You went through something none of us could imagine and you pushed through it." — "I couldn't have done it without you guys," she laughed. Her eyes traveled toward the group's leader, his eyes already locked on her small frame. "Without you," she mouthed. He grinned, his dimples present, and nodded toward her. Her stomach twisted at the sight. Kim Namjoon's one beautiful man, and she had fallen hard. "So, are we not going to talk about the fact that you two kissed?" Jungkook asked. Sunny turned toward him quickly, slapping at his arm. "Guk!" she shrieked. "Or the fact you had slept in his room?" Jin added.

"You what!? Hyung! That's my sister!" Jimin shouted, standing abruptly from his space on the floor. A scoff left Jungkook's lips as he pointed at the male. "Yah! You're dating my sister!" Sunny's face had turned beet red, her fingers hiding her cheeks from view. "At least you didn't see how they came in this morning." — "Oppa!" she whined, her body falling to her knees. Jin's laugh rang through the room and before they knew it, everyone was laughing along. Life was normal again. Almost.

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julia says!

this is some quality shit right here

joon & sunny waking up beside each
other and being CUTE? we needed that.