SINGULARITY ━━ Kim Namjoon

CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE

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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."