SINGULARITY ━━ Kim Namjoon

CHAPTER SIXTY-FOUR

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Singularity
Chapter Sixty-Four
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                    "WHERE IS she!?" Soojin stood at the door with wide eyes, staring up at a fuming Junhui. She knew what it was about. All of the girls were worried he would show up sooner or later, questioning the girl's loyalty once he had seen Seokjin's post. Yet, standing in front of him, she was at a loss for words. "I asked you a question, you dumb cow! Where the hell is Chinsun?!" From the kitchen, Soyeon unsheathed a kitchen knife before stalking into the foyer. "What do you want, Wen?" she asked, her tone bored, the knife pointed toward the Chinese idol. He rolled his eyes at her tactics, obviously not amused. "Where is my girlfriend?" he asked for the third time. Soyeon twirled the silver blade, a sigh slipping past her plump lips. "Busy right now. Come back later."

Junhui stepped closer to the two. The vein in his neck was prominent, his hands clenched into fists at his sides. "Cut the shit, Soyeon. Tell me where she is or so help me—" Soyeon lifted the blade, pointing the very tip at his chest. "Are you threatening me? Because it isn't wise to bring fists to a knife fight." Soojin grabbed Soyeon's elbow nervously. "She's in the shower. Wait outside," the black haired girl spoke, but he wasn't having it. He pushed past the two, nearly knocking Soojin off her feet, and stormed through the dorms. "Chinsun!?" he shouted angrily, his voice reverberating off the walls. Eunnie stood at her bedroom door with fearful eyes. Sunny had no idea what was coming for her.

In the bathroom, Sunny turned off the faucet and wrapped her fingers around her dark curls before wringing them out. Water droplets slid down her honey like skin. She was reaching for her blue, fluffy towel when her ears perked at the sound of heavy footsteps marching toward the bathroom. Without a knock, the door flew open. A shrill scream echoed within the small room as Sunny struggled to cover herself with her towel, shielding her naked body from Junhui's raging eyes. "You were with them yesterday? Alone?" He grabbed her wrist, his fingers digging into her wet skin, and jerked her out of the shower. She stumbled on her steps, but kept a tight grip on her towel. "Yeah, I was! So?" she responded angrily. She struggled to get her wrist from his grip, only resulting in him holding her tighter.

          "I'm your boyfriend. Did you forget that?" She felt her face grow hot at his accusation, though he wasn't far off. The kiss from Namjoon still lingered on her lips. "What are you trying to say, Junhui? Spit it out. I'm getting bored." His face hardened at the sudden confidence radiating off of the Park twin. He hadn't seen her like this since the night he met her. "Who do you think you're talking to?" he sneered, closing in on the small girl. She felt his nails dig into her skin, a grimace forming on her face. "Let go. You're hurting me," she whined, the confidence from before slowly dissolving before his very eyes. He tugged her still wet body into his, his teeth bared. "Good. Maybe you'll watch your mouth," he hissed. She shoved him, hard, with her free hand, not caring about her towel dropping from her grip.