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Singularity
Chapter Thirty-Five
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                    JIN PUSHED the front door open without knocking. Taehyung struggled inside, the pot of ramen in his arms while bags containing blankets and snacks hung from his arms. "Hyung~" the boy whined, but Jin only ignored him. Once Taehyung placed the pot onto the counter, her let his knees fall to the ground, the bags falling around him as a heavy sigh slipped past his parted lips. "Sunny-ah!" Jin shouted out into the empty apartment. He moved through the building until he found her bedroom. "Chinsunie?" Her head popped up from beneath her comforter. Her hair was still messy, falling from her ponytail. "Jinnie oppa!" she weakly exclaimed. She pushed herself up from her bed and met him halfway, reveling in the warmth his arms provided. "Yah! I'm here, too!"

Her eyes flickered over toward the pouting Taehyung standing at her door. "Hi, Tae!" she giggled. Jin released her and she went and wrapped her arms around Taehyung's neck, his arms wounding around her waist. "Why aren't you at practice?" Jin asked. She pulled down at the ends of her shorts nervously, breaking out a strained chuckle. Her eyes were puffy. It was obvious she had been crying beforehand, but neither boy brought attention to the redness. "I hurt myself," she lied, wrapping her arms around herself. "Well, I didn't hurt myself. But I am hurting." Jin placed his hand at the small of her back, easing her back toward her bed. "Let me and Taehyung fix us all some ramen and then we can talk, okay?" She nodded and crawled back into the hole she had formed within her blankets.

          When the boys had returned, she had buried herself within her comforter and her face was lit up by her phone. Jin took the seat next to the wall where her bed was placed, climbing under the blankets. Taehyung took up the bottom of the bed, stretching out his legs. "So, what happened?" Jin asked as he passed her the bowl. The steam infiltrated her nostrils and ignited a serene feeling within her body. She slumped into the bed with a sigh. "Its embarrassing," she muttered before picking up some noodles. She hummed at the taste. "You can tell us, Sunny. You know that we won't judge you," Taehyung assured the girl, his mouth full of noodles. She nodded slowly with a sigh. "I, um... Junhui spent the night last night. I told the girls because I was happy, right? But they reacted sourly," she explained.

          "And it made me realize that maybe he only did it because we were drunk. And, I don't know, I'm starting to doubt everything." Jin's eyebrows rose in shock at her words. "What are you doubting?" Her cheeks flushed pink. She didn't want the boys to look at her differently. "Myself, mostly. I don't know. The way I keep looking at it, I just don't feel good enough? I don't know!" She quickly covered her burning cheeks. Taehyung and Jin shared an astonished look before turning back toward the brunette. "Sunny," Taehyung began, shifting closer to the girl. "Don't ever think lowly of yourself. You're beautiful and sweet. You're more than good enough. If anything, he's not good enough for you." She peered at him through her fingers. "You're just saying that..." Taehyung gently pushed her shoulder, causing her hands to slip from her face. "I'm not just saying that, Sunny. I don't lie."

          "You said that you're here because you're hurt. Was it him?" Jin asked without a second thought, his eyes trained on her face. She quickly stuffed her mouth with more ramen, her eyes going anywhere but Jin. "Sunny. Did he hurt you?" Taehyung was now sitting upright. The seriousness of the question caused an unsettling tension around the three. Of course, Tae already knew the answer. He had seen the text messages, while Jin had been too preoccupied trying to make her happy. Sunny finally swallowed the food in her mouth, ready to finally confess. She had asked Jin over to talk with him, anyway. "He wasn't gentle... but he apologized after. He told me that he lost control because of the alcohol," she explained sadly. She held out her ramen for Taehyung to take and he did.

          "I have bruises... and the girls say that even if he was drunk, it doesn't excuse his actions." She stood on her knees, the blanket falling from around her. She lifted up her shorts just enough to expose two fingerprint bruises, their coloring a dark purple with a tint of yellow. Jin swallowed at the sight. It was so dark compared to her complexion. He tore his eyes away from the injuries when she began pulling down the waistband of her shorts. At her hip sat distinct fingerprints. Taehyung ran his fingers along the bruises and flinched the moment he noticed Sunny wince. "Sunny, this is horrible," he voiced. She fixed her shorts and fell back into her little hole, pulling the blankets back around herself. "Taehyung is right, Chinsun." Sunny flinched at Jin's use of her full name. "The way he pulled you around at the party and now this. You need to confront him."

"You need to break up with him!" Chinsun began eating again. She sat silently. Her stomach was churning at the thought. Everything sounded horrific. Junhui wasn't who she thought he was. She swallowed hard when she felt bile rise in her throat. Her bowl clattered to the bed, the juice staining her white sheets as she stood and leapt off of her bed. "Sunny?" Taehyung called after her as she raced out of her bedroom. She raced down the small hallway and into the bathroom, falling to her knees in front of the toilet. She couldn't hear their footsteps over her own violent dry heaving. Jin's large hand fell against her back, rubbing soothing circles into her top. Tears burned her eyes. Her throat constricted as her stomach heaved, but nothing would come out. Her chest hurt. "Breathe through your nose," Jin instructed her, kneeling down beside her now.

"Do we need to call Jimin?" Tae asked uncertainly. She quickly shook her head. A sweat broke out across her forehead. "Chinsunie... this is serious. You may need your brother," Seokjin whispered. She shook her head again and finally pushed herself away from the toilet. "No, I.. I need to do this myself. I don't want him to think that I'm still incapable of taking care of myself." She pushed her hair from her face, breathing heavily through her nose. Jin took her hand into both of his, rubbing his thumb over the back of her hand. "You don't have to go through this alone. We all are here for you." Their eyes locked. Jin's deep brown eyes held nothing but sympathy. She nodded and placed a small smile on her lips. "I know, Jinnie oppa. Thank you. Both of you." She glanced over her shoulder to see Taehyung still standing at the doorway. "Always," he replied with his boxy smile.

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She knew what she had to do. All she had to do was tell him that it was better if they broke up. He was too rough with her. He wasn't the right match for her. She drew in a sharp breath the moment a knock echoed within the quiet dorm. She had told the girls of her plan and they all had decided to go out. She fixed her shirt on her frame as she walked toward the front door. His large frame took up most of the peep hole. With a slight smile, she pulled open the door. She didn't have a chance to speak as he had moved up to her and pressed his mouth to hers. He closed the door behind them with his foot, moving her back until her knees had hit the couch. She gasped as her body fell onto the cool surface. "I'm glad you called," he hummed, taking off his jacket with enthusiasm.

"Junhui," she began meekly, but her words were swallowed by his hungry kiss. His hands held her face gently before moving to her tangled hair. He pulled her locks free from their confinement, letting them fall against the couch cushions. Her fingers fisted the material of his shirt. It took her a moment to remember the reason why she had called him over. His kisses felt like alcohol, making her mind all fuzzy. She used all of her strength to push him off. He stumbled back in confusion as she sat up from her place. "Is something wrong?" he asked her. Her chest moved heavily as she breathed in and out. "Y–Yeah.. Yes, actually," she replied. She stood up from the couch, nervously tucking her hair behind her ears. "Junhui, you hurt me." He stared at her for a moment before his eyes dropped to the ground. "I lost control. I apologized—"

His words died in his throat the moment she ripped her hands from his. "I know, but... its not okay. I shouldn't be bruised like this. My first time should have been special." Her lips had fallen into a pout. Junhui took a step forward, letting his hand rest on her hip. "Let me make it up to you," he whispered. "I'm sober now. Let me show you what you deserve." She felt her heart flutter at his words. "Let me show you what love is." Love? He pulled her into his chest gently, his other hand cupping her neck. "You l–love me?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. He dipped his head down to meet hers, their noses brushing. She could feel his warm breath over her lips. "I love you, Park Chinsun. And I know its fast, but I'm not ashamed of my feelings for you." Their eyes met only for a moment before he collided their lips.

She melted fully into his embrace, allowing him the opportunity to show her what love was. His lips felt rough against her own. He held her waist, pressing her body tighter against his until he knew she felt his arousal. She gasped at the feeling, giving him the chance to invade her mouth with his tongue. He let his hand roam to her behind, giving it a tight squeeze. Her arms immediately wrapped around his neck. He let his large hands slide against her thighs, grunting when she jumped into his arms. "I love you," he spoke gently between kisses, littering her neck with pink love bites. "Let me make love to you." She only nodded as pleasure overtook her senses. The threats from before were now long forgotten.

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julia says!

welp.

that happened.