Mathematical attraction

Chapter 8

Minho's P.O.V.
2 weeks past and I still didn't know who my gift came from. Yoongi always gave something to me on February because.. I still don't know why, but I wasn't gonna complain. All I knew was that the gift came from a guy, based on the handwriting. It was clear, but still sharp so it gave me a hint. Was I gonna tell Yoongi? Oh hell no. It could give him the idea of finding the guy and scare him away. Like he did with many others.
Anyway, it wasn't the time for that. His birthday was coming up. 18 years old. His first birthday in Seoul and I wanted to make it memorable.

"Namjoon get your ass here right now!" I said in a frustrated whisper trying to pull the 6 foot tall giant he was.

He stumbled back and swore."What the hell Minho! I-" I shut him up clasping my hand over his mouth.

"Shh! I wanna ask you something, but I don't want Yoongi to hear us." I admitted dragging him to an empty corner of the school.

Namjoon's P.O.V.
I followed her until she came to a stop and let go of my wrist."Damn.. You're small, but you have one hell of a grip." I commented massaging my hurting wrist.

"What can I say? That's what I get for having fights with Yoongi as a kid." She rolled her eyes in impatience.

"Are you okay? You look pretty jumpy." I tried touching her shoulder, but she moved away.

"That's because I am jumpy!" She sighed."Help me organise a little birthday party for Yoonie this weekend."

A party? "What for?" I asked.

She laughed nervously grabbing her hair softly. "Dammit you're his friend and you don't know when his birthday is."

Damn why was she making a big deal out of this? "Look. This seems important to you, but calm down a little. It's not good for you.." I motioned her to sit down and she took the offer.

"Sorry.." She finally said after a while. "It's just that it's his first birthday away from family and what not and I know that no matter how hard he tries to hide it, it's hard for him. Especially that his family didn't really show any sign of sadness when we left.."

She deeply cared for him. It showed. No matter how many jokes she made. No matter how many silly comments she said. She cared.

She continued. "I know we haven't been friends for a while, but-"

I cutted in. "It's not because you know someone for years that they are more important to you. Some people you saw at school for years aren't your friends. Time doesn't matter. You're a good friend to me." I admitted.

She smiled."Right.. You're a great friend too. Time doesn't matter." She paused a second as if trying to get some sort of focus back then looked up at me. "Will you help me?"

"I'll happily help you." I smiled. "Just one sec.." I straightened her tilted glasses."Now we're good to go."

She gently slapped my shoulder."Why didn't you tell me they weren't okay?"

"Wouldn't have been as funny. Come on, our friends will be asking questions if we wait any longer." I started walking.

"Dammit wait for me! I have tiny legs and you know it." She ran to catch up.

Yoongi's P.O.V.
They finally arrived.
"The teacher kept you in?"

"More like we kept the teacher in." Minie chuckled sitting next to me.

"What did you talk about this time?" I had to ask.

"Time." She simply answered.

"What about time?" I said curious.

Her eyes sparkled up."Time is relative. We know that, but that relativity applies in other ways than 'years go by fast, but days are long'. It applies to emotions, friendship.. Love maybe at aome point. Careers too. For example, an Idol's life like GD is well filled. Time passes so fast that he's already been in the industry for years. This life compared to someone working a 40h a week stable job.. Time doesn't pass the same." She finished looking at me. "Do you get it?"

I laughed. "You talk to that teacher too much, but yes, I get it. Now eat if you don't want to faint later."

"Yeah yeah.. You won't have to tell me twice.." She sighed.

Minho's P.O.V.
"Are you okay?" Joonie peered over my face.

I swallowed hard."Yeah I'm okay.."

The world kept tilting no matter how much I blinked.

"Your breathing is harsh. It's not normal." He folded his jacket and layed it on the desk."Here. Lay your head down."

I pushed it aside."I'm fine.. Really."

He gently forced my head down. "Don't move your head so much. Yoongi told me."

"Told you what?" I whispered.

"That you didn't feel so good this moring. So just stay still and-" He got stopped mid-sentence by the teacher.

"Sleeping in my class Miss Joo?" He peered down on me.

Namjoon took my defense."She doesn't feel good sir. She's not sleeping."

"Then get her out of my class to the infirmary. It disturbs the class." I heard him say.

Namjoon's P.O.V.
Disturbing his class? What the hell was wrong with him?

I shook Minho's shoulder."Hey, we'll get you to rest somewhere else. You can stand up right?"

She nodded and slowly got up. Once past the door, I spoke up."You can lean on me you know. If you need to."

"What will Yoongi think?" She mumbled.

"That you needed to do so. Nothing else." I placed my arm around her for support.

"Not that..I'm not supposed to.. To get sick." She straightened up.

"Yes, but we both know why you are sick and there is no way you want to explain that to Yoongi." I sighed.

"Exactly."

Once at the infirmary, I sat her on a bed as the nurse looked at her.

"Oh my what happened to you sweetie.." She looked her up. "Let me see your file.. Minho..Joo.. There Joo Minho." She read for a second and looked at me."Is she really swimming at school?"

I nodded."For a month or so."

She sighed. "Her file clearly states she is exempted from PE. Swimming is just as bad."

"How can we help her right now?" I asked taking Minho's glasses off of her head.

"Sugar. She needs sugar." The nurse stated."If you open the fridge over there, there are some juice boxes. It should do."

I picked it up and put the straw in the box. I handed it to Minho."You can drink?"

She smiled softly."Yeah.. Thanks." She took a couple of sips.

"Better?" I said probably sounding way too worried for her taste. So much she managed a laugh.

"Relax Joonie, I'm not dying or anything." She sipped again.

"I don't want to have to pick you up like that more often." I admitted.

"I'll try to keep it in check." She promised.

"Minho sweetie you are not going to your practice after class." The nurse ordered her.

"But I have a competition coming up!" She protested.

"No can do and I notified your coach to keep you in check. Eat a big meal tonight and go to bed." The nurse went back to her computer.