The contract with Death! M.YG× Reader

Cherry Danishes and Geometry PT.2

An hour later, night had fallen, and we'd long since polished off the plate of cookies and cinnamon rolls. It had also become clear that I was probably going to fail this semester of geometry. That, and Yoongi was the second coming of Albert freaking Einstein.

"I give up." I was whining pathetically. "I suck at geometry. I should just drop out of high school now and go find a cardboard box and—"

Yoongi grabbed my geometry notebook and skimmed over it. It took him half a second before he started laughing. Not a quiet chuckle or anything, but a full-out, shoulder-shaking, throw-your-head-back laugh. He was laughing so loudly, the few people still sitting around in the place shot us curious looks.

I was caught off guard by how rich his laughter was. I wouldn't mind listening to Min Yoongi's laugh again. I found myself wishing he'd do it more often.

"This?" Yoongi said with a gasp. "You're having problems with the Pythagorean theorem?"

I crossed my arms tightly, trying to ignore the burning in my cheeks. "Not all of us are mathematical geniuses."

"Yeah, but the Pythagorean theorem is totally middle school work," he told me, rather haughtily. "Even you of all people can do this."

"Hey! What do you mean, me of all people?" I demanded indignantly.

Yoongi ignored me, flipping to a fresh page in my notebook, beginning to scribble down numbers.

"What're you doing?" I asked.

"I'm going to show you how to do this."

I stared at him with wide eyes. I found it difficult to believe Yoongi was offering to help me. "Really?"

He rolled his eyes, making an annoyed sound. "I'm not doing this for your benefit. You butchering your math like this is giving me hives. Pythagoras is probably rolling in his grave right now."

I didn't particularly care for Yoongi's snarky remarks, but unfortunately, it looked as if he knew what he was doing, and I needed all the extra help I could get. A little extra tutoring never hurt anyone.

It took me another good fifteen minutes before I could finally say with confidence, "So I substitute A2 and B2 with seventeen and three and then solve for C2?"

Yoongi threw down his pencil, heaving an exasperated sigh. "Finally! She gets it!"

"Thanks very much for your help," I said sourly. "It's nice to know that you're such an altruistic tutor."

"How is it that you can't do simple geometry but you can throw out words like altruistic?" Yoongi said with a frown, pushing my homework toward me.

He had a point, I guessed, but math sucked. Anything math related made me want to curl up in a ball and cry. English was a far better subject in my opinion.

"I can't do math because math was invented by the devil," I said. "And I like to sleep with a dictionary under my pillow."

Judging by the look that came over Yoongi's face, he thought I was a freak. If he hadn't already, that is.

"You're weird," Yoongi said. "Like, really weird."

He was right. Hadn't I just signed a contract with Death? I was weird.

It was nearing seven o'clock when I began to pack up my things to head home.Hakrim's Coffeehouse closed at seven, and Yoongi said he needed to help his mom close up shop.

"Thanks for helping me with my math and everything," I said as Yoongi organized his stack of completed homework. "You've got a nice place here."

"Sure thing," Yoongi said, though he sounded less than thrilled about it.

I figured that was the best farewell I was going to get from him, so I made for the front door after thanking Regina again for the hot cocoa and treats. That was when an idea hit me, a way to hang out with Yoongi without having to embarrass myself with begging him to be my friend.

"I have a proposition for you," I said, turning back to Yoongi when I was halfway to the door.

Yoongi glanced up from shoving one of his textbooks into his backpack, looking taken aback. "What kind of proposition?"

"I propose that you tutor me in geometry."

He stared at me expectantly, eyebrows raised. "And?"

"That's it," I said. "I'd just really appreciate it if you tutored me in geometry. My mom will kill me if I get a C in another math class."

I nearly failed algebra last year, even though I'd gotten tutoring three times a week and did copious amounts of extra credit work. I wasn't eager to repeat the experience, and this seemed like the perfect excuse to get closer to Yoongi. Despite the small amount of time we'd actually spent together, I knew he wasn't as standoffish and rude as he was trying to convince me he was. No big, tough guy would melt at the mention of his baby sister the way Yoongi did.

"And what's in it for me if I do tutor you?" Yoongi said, crossing his arms over his chest.

My heart did this stupid little jump in my chest. Was he actually considering it? "My charming personality," I said, attempting a witty smile. "My gorgeous good looks. All the steak fries you can eat."

It could've been a trick of the light, or maybe just my overactive imagination going into overdrive, but I swore Yoongi blushed. His cheeks were a bright pink when he quickly looked away, clearing his throat as he busied himself with his backpack. What could I have said that would make him blush?

"I'll do it for the fries."

I tried not to let out an ecstatic shout. "Fabulous!"

"Don't look too pleased," Yoongi muttered. "I really do have to help close up shop, though, so if you wouldn't mind . . ." He jabbed a thumb at the door, a clear invitation that I needed to show myself out.

I said good night and thanked him again for his help, to which he responded with a grunt. He obviously was done talking for the night.

I left the coffee shop then, feeling just the slightest bit smug. I took the train across town and passed the journey with the rest of the homework I'd set aside in order to trudge through geometry. I was still surprised Yoongi had even agreed to help me, though if he was the perfectionist I was beginning to see him as, it made sense he would want to fix something as easy as geometry seemed to be for him.

I jogged on the way home to my apartment building, wishing I'd picked a heavier jacket this morning. It was unnaturally cold for this time of the year, and I didn't like it. As I approached the apartment building, Hanson the doorman checked his watch.

"Out a bit later than usual on a weekday, aren't you?"

"I was hanging out with a friend," I said, and I couldn't keep back the small smile.

"Good, good," Hanson said with a smile of his own. "New friend?"

"Yeah," I answered. "He even helped me finish my geometry homework."

Hanson looked surprised at this news. I never kept my hatred of math a secret, so the fact that I wasn't in tears over my homework was an accomplishment of epic proportions. "Well, isn't that dandy?"

"Hanson, you have no idea."
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A/n: I really left this story hanging 😭🤌🏻