SINGULARITY ━━ Kim Namjoon

CHAPTER FORTY-THREE

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Singularity
Chapter Forty-Three
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                    THE DIM lights made her look even more angelic. Namjoon sat on one side of Chinsun while Yoongi sat on the other. Her legs were stretched over the Daegu boy's legs, wrapped up in a warm blanket. Her face held so much emotion. The scene on the television was heartbreaking to say the least. They had let Sunny choose the movie, and she had decided on the Notebook. No one out of the group had seen it, being that its an American made movie. Namjoon was probably one of the only people in the room who understood at least half of what they were saying without the subtitles. But he wasn't paying attention. No, his eyes were locked on the girl beside him, taking in her teary eyes and her parted lips, along with her messy curls and the hickeys decorating her throat. She had apologized for them, her face flushed in embarrassment, but everyone knew that she had no say when it comes to Junhui. And he knew she would be here.

          His long legs were tucked into him as he curled into the side of the couch, his head resting on his long arm outstretched over the back of the couch. He had worn a warm hoodie, the hood pulled over his head and assisting in hiding his gaze. He frowned at the crystal tears slicing down her cheeks as the couple on the television screen argued whilst rain pelted down over them. Her hands came up to wipe them away, one covering her trembling lips, but he could still see it. Her teeth dug into the flesh, halting its movements before she eased further into the sofa cushions. "This is so sad, Sunny," Hoseok voiced, wiping his own eyes. "Why did you want to watch this?" Her attention tore away from the screen and focused on Hoseok. "I didn't know it would be this upsetting. I'm sorry, guys," she replied truthfully, her pillowy bottom lip poking outward into a pout.

"Are there any other movies you'd like to watch?" Taehyung asked. Sunny only shook her head, shrinking back into the couch. No one noticed the sudden buzzing coming from her lap; no one but Namjoon. Yoongi was fast asleep, soft snores filtering past his parted lips. Sunny felt the urge to curl into him, to absorb the warmth he radiated, but knew that she couldn't. "My pick!" Jungkook cheered. Jin threw a pillow at the maknae. "It isn't your turn yet! It's Namjoon's." The mention of his name caused their leader to perk up. He pulled back his hood to make eye contact with Taehyung, the holder of the remote. "What are you feeling like, Namjoon hyung?" the youngest Kim asked with a laugh. "W—What?" Namjoon replied in surprise. He could feel Sunny shift to look over at him, her eyebrows furrowed.

          "What do you want to watch?.." Hoseok shook his head at Namjoon's reaction while Jin tried to muffle his laughter. Joon raised his eyebrows. "Pick a thriller. I don't care which one." Sunny pulled the blanket higher around her, tucking the ends behind her shoulders. She turned her attention back to the screen, watching while Taehyung flicked toward the thriller category. The buzzing had began to become constant, vibrating against her thigh. She knew that if she didn't answer soon, she'd surely get it when she saw Junhui next. With a soft sigh, she unwrapped a single arm and slipped the device from her pocket. She hadn't slid her brightness down beforehand. The bright light illuminated her scrunched up features and Namjoon felt his heart stutter at the sight. The light slowly went down until it barely created shadows over her face.