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Singularity
Chapter Sixty-Four
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                    "WHERE IS she!?" Soojin stood at the door with wide eyes, staring up at a fuming Junhui. She knew what it was about. All of the girls were worried he would show up sooner or later, questioning the girl's loyalty once he had seen Seokjin's post. Yet, standing in front of him, she was at a loss for words. "I asked you a question, you dumb cow! Where the hell is Chinsun?!" From the kitchen, Soyeon unsheathed a kitchen knife before stalking into the foyer. "What do you want, Wen?" she asked, her tone bored, the knife pointed toward the Chinese idol. He rolled his eyes at her tactics, obviously not amused. "Where is my girlfriend?" he asked for the third time. Soyeon twirled the silver blade, a sigh slipping past her plump lips. "Busy right now. Come back later."

Junhui stepped closer to the two. The vein in his neck was prominent, his hands clenched into fists at his sides. "Cut the shit, Soyeon. Tell me where she is or so help me—" Soyeon lifted the blade, pointing the very tip at his chest. "Are you threatening me? Because it isn't wise to bring fists to a knife fight." Soojin grabbed Soyeon's elbow nervously. "She's in the shower. Wait outside," the black haired girl spoke, but he wasn't having it. He pushed past the two, nearly knocking Soojin off her feet, and stormed through the dorms. "Chinsun!?" he shouted angrily, his voice reverberating off the walls. Eunnie stood at her bedroom door with fearful eyes. Sunny had no idea what was coming for her.

In the bathroom, Sunny turned off the faucet and wrapped her fingers around her dark curls before wringing them out. Water droplets slid down her honey like skin. She was reaching for her blue, fluffy towel when her ears perked at the sound of heavy footsteps marching toward the bathroom. Without a knock, the door flew open. A shrill scream echoed within the small room as Sunny struggled to cover herself with her towel, shielding her naked body from Junhui's raging eyes. "You were with them yesterday? Alone?" He grabbed her wrist, his fingers digging into her wet skin, and jerked her out of the shower. She stumbled on her steps, but kept a tight grip on her towel. "Yeah, I was! So?" she responded angrily. She struggled to get her wrist from his grip, only resulting in him holding her tighter.

          "I'm your boyfriend. Did you forget that?" She felt her face grow hot at his accusation, though he wasn't far off. The kiss from Namjoon still lingered on her lips. "What are you trying to say, Junhui? Spit it out. I'm getting bored." His face hardened at the sudden confidence radiating off of the Park twin. He hadn't seen her like this since the night he met her. "Who do you think you're talking to?" he sneered, closing in on the small girl. She felt his nails dig into her skin, a grimace forming on her face. "Let go. You're hurting me," she whined, the confidence from before slowly dissolving before his very eyes. He tugged her still wet body into his, his teeth bared. "Good. Maybe you'll watch your mouth," he hissed. She shoved him, hard, with her free hand, not caring about her towel dropping from her grip.

          "There you go again! You're being... ugh!" she shouted. The girls were standing in the living area, waiting for their queue to interfere. "You can't control me like I'm your property, Junhui!" She bent down to pick up her towel and securely wrapped it around herself. "I'm not trying to control you! You were alone with seven men!" She scoffed. The irritation growing inside her seemed to turn off her filter. "At least they all treat me better than you do!" she roared. Time seemed to slow down as Junhui's vision turned scarlet. Her eyes widened as he advanced on her, his eyes dark. He backed the small girl into the shower stall, his fist slamming against the glass door. Sunny was surprised it didn't shatter beneath his blow. "Oh, yeah?" he asked, his hot breath hitting her face. "What? Did they touch you? Make you feel good?"

She felt bile rise in her throat as his face continued to inch closer to hers. His hand swallowed her throat, forcing her against the wet tile. "Answer me, damnit!" She felt her whole body break down as a choked sob left her lips. "No!" she screamed against the restraint against her windpipe. "They didn't touch me, you pervert. They wouldn't ever." Hot tears spilled from her brown eyes. Junhui's eyes visibly softened at the vulnerability she expressed. "You're ruining my life," she cried. His grip on her neck shifted to cup her cheeks, but she fought against him. With weak arms, she pushed against Junhui, begging him to leave. "I fucking love you," he growled, gripping her chin between his fingers. "I'm the only one who loves you and stays by your side. Yet, you're going to treat me like this?"

I confessed to you because... because I want you to know that after Junhui, you aren't alone. I will always be here for you, even if you and Junhui stay together. She screwed her eyes shut as the feeling of Namjoon's lips upon hers resurfaced. How could she have let this go so long? How could she have been so naive. Her eyes fluttered open and the sight before her shocked her. Tears trekked down Junhui's sharp features, his body slouched in front of her. Her mouth fell agape in surprise. "J—Junhui," she stuttered, scared of upsetting him again. His red rimmed eyes met hers and all of her thoughts seemed to melt away. She saw the boy at the bar again, smiling back at her with interest in his eyes. She hesitantly cupped his cheeks, ignoring the wetness. "I love you," he spoke gently. She nodded her head to his words. "I know..."

Is this what love is? Pain and suffering? Junhui pressed himself against her thin frame, her back still firmly pressed against the tiled wall. His arms encircled her waist, his wet eyes nuzzled into her neck. She felt sick. She wanted to shove him off and tell him to scram, but she couldn't. Instead, she ran her fingers through his hair and sighed, letting him use her as a shoulder to cry on.

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          It felt like ages before Sunny had finally talked Junhui into going back to his own dorms so Sunny could get some time to herself. After an exhausting and painful round of intimacy along with the looming reminder that she had cheated, she felt absolutely drained. Once she closed the door behind him, she collapsed onto the sofa right beside Miyeon, who was reading a book. "You're sinking." Her calm voice made Sunny's whole body melt into the couch. She had been caught. It was obvious. She placed her cheek within her hand, her eyes casting toward her elder. "I am," she huffed. "Deeper and deeper. Its only a matter of time until I run out of air." Miyeon not once looked up from the black and white pages of her book, but she knew that Sunny was frowning from her voice.

"Maybe you should stop listening to others and start listening to yourself." The sound of the page turning was louder than it should have been. Sunny eyed the woman beside her with furrowed brows. Miyeon tongued her cheek, ignoring the other's stare. "Oh-kay... But how can I listen to myself when my brain literally feels like mush and my heart is refusing to answer my calls?" Her eyes only left the pages of her book to roll dramatically at Sunny's question. She truly was a Park— so dramatic. "You know what the right choice is, Sunny-ah! Just.. lock yourself in your room or go to your special place." Special place. A light bulb lit up over the twin's head. "Oh, Miyeon unnie!" she squealed, flinging herself onto the older female. "You're so smart. A genius, you're a genius!" She pressed a wet and loud kiss to the member's cheek before climbing off the bed.

She grabbed her cellphone before storming out of the dorm, not caring if she was spotted. She bounded down the steps until she found her bicycle, it discarded near the building. She hadn't ridden it in ages, not since before they had debuted. Everyone told her it was too dangerous, but she didn't care, not in that moment. She lifted the chipping bike and mounted it, kicking off and setting off toward the park. She reveled in the familiar feeling of the air hitting her cheeks and ruffling through her tangled curls. Her smile never faltered as she pedaled as hard as she could. Miyeon was right. She needed to be at peace and the place she knew to be the most peaceful was the park. She huffed and puffed as she sped toward her destination, swerving through cars and waving at people who screamed her name.

Once she reached the park, she dismounted her bike and stared around at the changing leaves. The weather was changing, as was the scenery. The once green leaves had soon turned different shades of brown, orange, and yellow. They crunched under her sneakers and the wheels of her bike as she walked it toward a bench. She took a seat on the black rod bench, her back resting against the polished wooden planks. A sigh escaped past her chapped lips. Her eyes scanned the quiet area, taking in the cool breeze that rumpled her sweater and tickled her nose. People occupied the beautiful space. Children ran around and played while a man threw a frisbee with his dog. The atmosphere was carefree and Sunny finally felt as if the storm within her had came to a halt.

She leaned further into the bench and closed her eyes, breathing in the sweet aroma of nature around her. Her bike leaned against the bench, momentarily forgotten as she searched her mind for her answer. It was clear as day. The moment her eyes closed, she once again saw Namjoon standing there, eyes glassy as he confessed his love for her. She could still feel his lips against hers, so gentle and full. It was obvious. She loved Kim Namjoon.

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julia says!

okay but rainbow by twice is a
whole bop. and jackson wang's new
song is too. like wow.

also, haha. sunny loves joonie.