Mathematical attraction

Chapter 12

Yoongi's P.O.V
I read the school's newspaper. I couldn't believe it... I could recognize that smile anywhere. I could recognize that white swimsuit over thousands. How could she? Behind my back? Who knew about this?

I went in the living room where Namjoon was taking notes on his computer."Hey."

"Hey hyung." He didn't turn.

"Did you know about this?" I asked lifting the paper.

"Know about what?" He asked not turning his gaze from the screen.

He had to know. No. He couldn't. If she didn't tell me, she wouldn't have told him. I still detailed. "Minho. She swum last weekend."

"Swimming is not a crime." He answered me. Right. He probably didn't know about her sickness either.

"Nevermind. I have to speak to her right now." I said putting my jacket on, not forgetting that newspaper.

As I was about to pass the door, Moonie spoke up."I think it can wait until class hours. No matter what you want to talk to her about."

Namjoon's P.O.V
He was fuming. I knew it from the tone of his voice. I didn't know if he could be violent, but I really didn't want to imagine it.

"No. It can't wait." He said furiously."I have to go see her now."

I closed my computer and got up."Then I'll come with you. I have to talk to her myself about a project."

He was frustrated, but just motioned for me to follow him. I texted Minho fast to warn her.
Sadly, she didn't get my message in time.

Yoongi used the double of the apartment key to her dorm and entered.

"Hey Yoonie? What are you-" She stopped when he grabbed her wrist.

"You lied to me." He pulled her closer. "How could you?"

I was tensed. I wanted to hit him. How could he talk to her like that? Yet, she was calm or so she seemed. She didn't budge. Eunho was nowhere to be found.

"Let go Yoongi." She said her voice as cold as ice.

"How am I supposed to react? You lied to me Minho! Big time!" He held her wrist so tight she whinced.

"Let her go hyung." I tried to step in.

"You stay out of this Namjoon." He mumbled angry.

"Don't bother Joon. He won't freaking listen. It doesn't pass through his thick skull." She said, her voice low. She looked straight into Yoongi's eyes."I didn't lie. I just didn't tell you." Now she was shaking.

Tears started to form and slide on her cheeks when Yoongi shakingly spoke."Why? I'm your best friend. Dammit you could kill yourself by doing this!"

He loosened his grip on her and kept looking down."Why Minho?.. Why?"

"Because I feel good doing it. You want me to tell you? The water feels damn amazing Yoongi." She stayed still. Her wrists red. "And that adrenalin? I had never felt that before. The blood pounding hard in my veins.. My harsh breathing, my lungs on fire. It's.. It's.."

"It's fucking dangerous Minho! Your blood already pounds fast. Your breath is already hard to catch if you take a small jog to get to class. Your lungs shouldn't burn like that!" He took her by the shoulders searching for her eyes.

"I'm not gonna stop just because you tell me so.." Her tears kept rolling down her cheeks, her chest razing fast, taking deep breaths.

Surprisingly, he pulled her into a soft embrace."Shh.. I'm sorry I yelled. I'm sorry I wounded your wrists. Just breathe back slowly please.. If you keep that up, you'll faint." He relaxed only because he was making her sick. He was doing what he was trying to avoid.

She pushed him roughly and stood next to me. "I'm fine. I don't need you to tell me if I'm well or not. I don't need you to make choices for me."
I knew her blood was pounding, her cheeks tinting red, her hands balled into fists. "Because of all these barriers you and Ara set for me, I don't have ambitions anymore! I can't dream because of you! I can barely breath without you being beside me checking my every move!" She walked back to him. "So get the hell out of my dorm Yoongi and don't come back until you change your mind."

Yoongi's P.O.V
I really wanted to slap her. I wanted to push her. Throw her across the room and tell her how stupid she was of doing this. Maybe that was stupid and reckless, but was she wrong? Was she wrong of wanting a normal life, to want hobbies, fun? She had fun. She always had some with me.. Or did she? She was in tears, ugly, angry tears..and it was my fault. I just took a last look at her and reluctantly left.

Minho's P.O.V.
I stood there a moment forgetting Namjoon was right there. Was Yoongi right that I might faint from my hard breathing and rage? Honestly, probably. Was he right to storm in here because of that? To anyone who didn't know us, they'd think he is crazy, but to friends, it was expected of him. Did I mean what I said about him crushing all my hobbies and dreams? Right now hell yeah, but I knew I didn't mean everything I had said.

"Minie?" Namjoon's voice startled me.

I turned around.

"Are you okay? You-" He stopped talking when I hugged him."Minho?"

A knot was forming in my throat."S..sorry. Just.. Can we stay like this for a while?.."

I got surprised when I felt his hand on my head and the other around me holding me close."You can stay like that as long as you need.."

I cracked again. Tears flowing, following with a strong cry muffled down by his shirt. What did I look like crying over my 3 months old friend? I didn't care. Not now at least.

We stayed like this for a very long time. When the door opened again I got scared thinking it was Yoongi again.
Namjoon caressed my hair."Shh. It's okay. Yoongi wouldn't dare not listen to you.." He stopped talking for a moment. "It's Eunho. You have nothing to worry about."

I lifted my head out of his chest. I truly realised what I had done. "I'm really sorry for that awkward position."

"Isn't it the fact we are both pretty awkward the reason we are friends?" He said.

I managed a small laugh and tried to slip out of his embrace. I didn't want to overstay my welcome.

Eunho looked at us."What happened? Why are you crying? Why are you in his arms? Without Yoongi yelling at you two?"

"He yelled enough before you arrived.." I managed.

"Wanna talk about it sweetie?" She came to me whipping the last tears off my cheeks. As I didn't answer, she looked at Namjoon, then back at me."Over a piece of cake from the cafe down the street?"

I smiled lightly."How late is it?"

"It's only 8pm, we have time. What do you say?" Namjoon asked me as I realized his arm had never truly left my waist.

I nodded."Sounds good.. Let me freshen up and I'll be good to go." I took Joonie's hand laid it back to his side."Don't leave your scent on me or Yoongi will sniff it out me. I'm already in enough trouble as it is." I joked.

"Can he really do that?" Joon looked at me surprised.

"I don't want to tempt the devil." I said walking to the bathroom to wash up before getting that piece of cake.