Physics, Not Chemistry || MYG ✓

CHAPTER 25

Sun Kyunmi:

"Mom, I need to get ready for school now. Bye, I'll call you later, okay?" I promised and hung up the phone.

I finished making my usual Monday breakfast of pancakes and waffles. Most people like to have a yummy breakfast on Friday, but I always have it on Monday so there is something to actually look forward to. I'm already happy on Fridays, so I don't care what I eat for breakfast, but on Mondays I need something to get me through hell.

Sitting down on the table, I scarfed down my blueberry pancakes with blueberry syrup and took a waffle with maple syrup, drinking a glass of chocolate milk after I was done.

I was already dressed and ready to go to school, so after unloading the dishwasher, I stepped out of my apartment and walked to school with headphones plugged into my ears, as always.

Reaching the Physics classroom, I took a seat and immediately pulled out my laptop, wanting to get a head start on the Physics project that me and Suga still had to finish. Hopefully we could discuss some things in class since we both worked faster than needed and we sat next to each other.

To be honest, the way things went when he stayed over at my house was completely unexpected. I was thinking something along the lines of him shoving me off of my bed and making me sleep on the floor under the pretense of the bet I had lost (which unfortunately still had a long way to go), and ordering me to endlessly cook dishes while he flipped through TV channels to watch.

But instead he insisted on sleeping on the couch in the cold so I could be warm, and he even liked the fact that he got ramen to eat for dinner. We managed to have civil conversations about things he liked—and his music. God, his music was amazing. He shared his music with me when it was obvious he didn't usually do that. It was almost like we were friends. Close friends.

And . . . he cared. He cared when he found out about Lee Jihya; he was cared when he found out about the bullying. I never knew he could give me so much comfort that, when I was with him, I almost forgot about the pain.

Min Yoongi, do I . . . do I like you?

Do I like you as a person? Yes. Surprisingly.

"Do I like you as a person, or do I like you more than that?" My brain questioned.

WHAT? OF COURSE NOT!

Why would I LIKE him?

Stupid brain. This is why I'm only second in school, not first.

I will NEVER have a crush on Suga.

"NEVER," I screamed to my mind.

"Shut up, would you?" A voice came from the door to the classroom.

Wait. Did I say that aloud?

"You will never what?" The voice asked me.

I looked towards its direction and I slightly gasped.

Suga. What was he doing here so early? It was only 6:15.

He didn't hear anything I was thinking right?

"Nothing," I said. "Sorry for being so loud."

"Why are you here so early? Couldn't sleep or something?" I changed the topic, curious as to why he arrived just five minutes after me when it was more likely for him to arrive five minutes before class was over.

He immediately stiffened for some reason, and rigidly walked to his seat and sat down.

"Why do you care? Just do whatever you were doing," he snapped, making me surprised.