SINGULARITY ━━ Kim Namjoon

CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN

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Singularity
Chapter Thirty-Seven
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IT HAD been a month since Junhui and Chinsun had gotten together. They had became inseparable. He practically lived at the girls' dorm, running the girls away. The only time they were ever truly separate was when they both had practices the same day. This was one of those days. Sunny trudged into the practice room tiredly. Junhui had dropped her off after eating breakfast at her favorite café. "No surprise here," Soyeon voiced angrily, her hands placed on her hips. Sunny dropped her bag on the floor. They still had yet to replace the couch, but a single frame of the girls at their debut hung on the mostly empty wall. "Huh?" Sunny replied in confusion. She dropped to the floor to begin her stretching. "You're tired. Like always!" — "And?" she retorted, still not fully understanding the problem.

"If you two would actually sleep at night instead of humping like a pair of bunnies, you wouldn't be slacking in practice." Sunny's jaw dropped at Soyeon's words. Her cheeks burned a bright red. "Soyeon!" Miyeon gasped. Eunnie stood in the corner quietly beside Soojin. Sunny's arms crossed over her chest. "We don't hump like bunnies!" she argued, though she knew she wasn't right. Junhui was very sexually active. They were very sexually active. "You do, though! And now you're jeopardizing our opportunity." Miyeon grabbed Soyeon's arm. Sunny felt a sickness arise in her stomach. "You're supposed to be our leader, but all you're being is a real big jerk," Sunny spat angrily. She stood to her feet and picked up her discarded bag. "Where do you think you're going?"

"Anywhere where you aren't!" Sunny slammed the door behind her as tears sprang to her eyes. She stomped back toward the elevator and boarded it, pushing the lobby floor. She withdrew her cellphone from her bag and called the one person she knew she could trust: Namjoon. He answered after three rings, his groggy morning voice making a slight smile to cross her lips. "Joonie?" she spoke gently. Namjoon had fallen asleep at his studio. He had been doing that a lot, working on songs and avoiding Chinsun at all costs. "Sunny?" She bit down on her quivering lip. Just hearing his voice made her stomach tie in knots, and her eyes water. She missed talking to him. "Where are you?" she asked. He drew in a sharp breath, sitting up from his lying position on the couch. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes before answering, "At my studio. Why?"

          She chuckled despite the tears leaking from her eyes. "You're so hardworking, Namjoon oppa. You should rest." She tucked her hair behind her ears as the elevator stopped. She had reached the lobby floor faster than she had thought. She hastily wiped the tears from her face before the elevator doors creaked open. "Aren't you supposed to be in practice right now?" he asked, moving the subject away from him and his studio. She hummed, already moving through the lobby quickly, with her head ducked down and her hand held over her face to hide her tears. "I actually called you for a reason..." — "Okay? What's the reason?" She couldn't deny that the uncertainty in his voice stung. Once outside, she felt the warm air overtake her senses. She breathes deeply through her nose, sniffling. "Sunny, are you crying?"