SINGULARITY ━━ Kim Namjoon

CHAPTER THIRTY

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Singularity
Chapter Thirty
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                    WAS IT all a dream? Was the taste of his gentle lips residing on her tongue a fragment of her imagination? Did she truly feel his hands on her waist, holding her in place as he gave her the best kiss of her life? Was it all just a dream? Park Chinsun lifted herself from her bed with wide eyes, her fingers immediately flying to her still tingling lips. It all felt so real. Standing outside her doorway, mouth pressed against his, ignoring the cold air nipping at their cheeks. She felt for any sign that he had truly ravaged her mouth the night before, but found nothing. Or, she thought that she had found nothing. A single text on her screen confirmed her actions the night before. From Junhui: I want to kiss your lips for as long as I can. She sucked in a harsh breath as her mouth stretched into a wide grin.

          She threw herself back into her mound of pillows, releasing a girly scream. Her legs thrashed about as she excitedly pumped the air, still squealing out of pure happiness. I need to tell someone, she thought to herself, her movements stopping. I need to tell Eunnie! She didn't bother to make herself look more presentable. She only grabbed her phone and her bag before slipping on her shoes and running out of her apartment. She loaded onto her bike and began pedaling faster than ever before. Her legs throbbed from the countless practices through the week and then walking all day the day before with Junhui, but the excitement bubbling within her body made it go away. She peeled onto the sidewalk outside of the boys' dorm and locked her bike onto the bike rack.

She ran up to the door and tried the doorknob before she realized it was locked. "Really?" she breathed out. She didn't hesitate to search for the spare key, using it to unlock the door and putting it back in its special hiding place, one of Namjoon's plant friends' pot. She pushed open the door with a radiant smile. "Good morning!" she shouted once the door clicked shut behind her. There were two people sitting in the living room. One being Jin, who scrolled through his cellphone, and the other being Namjoon, who was eating a bowl of cereal. "Chinsunie!" Jin cooed, waving the girl over to sit next to him. She skipped toward him and flopped onto the couch, right between the two boys. "You're up early," Namjoon stated, eyeing the messy haired brunette who was still dressed in her pajama set. "I am," she replied in a sing-song voice.

          "Yah, you're never this happy in the morning. What's going on?" Sunny slumped back into the couch cushions as a large smile overtook her features, her teeth dug into her bottom lip. "I don't want to share until everyone is awake," she told the eldest once her head lolled over into his direction. He only scoffed, his phone now forgotten about, and crossed his arms. "I'll start waking everyone up," Namjoon huffed. She watched as he stood from his seat, his bowl now left on the table, and waddled toward the bedrooms. Jin's voice lowered as he eased toward the girl. "Is this about that boy?" Her response was obvious the moment her cheeks began to tinge pink, her hands flying to muffle the girlish giggle that slipped past her lips. "Maybe..." He playfully pushed the girl over. She didn't fight back, she only fell against the cushions and laughed.