Physics, Not Chemistry || MYG ✓

CHAPTER 32

Sun Kyunmi:

At least I'm one of those people who never blush.

How embarrassing. All he did was reach over to fix something and I needed to make a big deal out of it by pretending that I had to go to the restroom.

There wasn't anything more obvious and cliché than that that you could think of, right Kyunmi?

I mentally groaned and splashed my face with cold water. Drying it off, I waited a couple of minutes before returning to the living room so it looked like I actually used the restroom.

I had a ghost of a smile playing on my lips as I remembered how close he was and how he quickly fixed the mistake I had made.

He acted like he didn't care about anything, but he was so passionate about the things he liked. That's why he was so good at them too.

I never would've thought his attitude was so pure if we hadn't worked on this project.

Shaking the thoughts out of my head, I slipped out of the bathroom before he could think I was suffering from constipation and headed towards where we were working on the project.

When I came back, I found Yoongi talking to Hoseok and Jimin, who were probably either incredibly bored from having nothing to do, or were incredibly tired from dancing, since they both seemed to love it so much. Judging from the amount of sweat on their bodies, I was guessing it was the latter.

From what I could make out, it looked like the younger two were teasing Yoongi for some reason, because he was threatening them while a faint blush was apparent on his cheeks. I could feel my smile growing wider at the adorable behavior, something that I hadn't known he was so capable of.

His actions almost made my heart stop.

I went over and sat down, putting my computer back in my lap as I greeted the two others. They grinned and said hello to me back, and said they had more things to do, and scrambled back upstairs.

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After yawning and rubbing my eyes, I glanced at my laptop screen to see that the time was 5:00 PM.

The only thing Yoongi and I had left to do was copy and paste all of the information into a presentation format and we would be done. He and I were currently arguing about which theme would be the best for the format, but I had to admit that he had a very strong case of why he wanted to choose the one he wanted.

The only thing stopping me at this point is probably my ego.

Bitch, you already let go of that when you admitted you thought Yoongi was cute.

Well, actually, he might be more of a hot and sexy type too, especially since I can see that jawline right now . . . damn, that can literally cut diamonds.

I counted to ten silently in my head to get rid of my hormonal thoughts and let out a deep exhale to get rid of my ego before I said, "You're right."

"—and that's why we should use my theme because the colors and font will attract the audience's attention but it won't be too flashy and will still look sophisticated enough. Plus, I've always thought of Physics as associated with— wait, what?" Yoongi rambled on until he realized I had said something and blinked his eyes once.

"I said that I agree with you and that we should use your theme." I repeated. "You're right."

He looked at me a little bewildered, probably because this was the first time I ever agreed with what he said so readily, but he gave one of his gummy smiles followed by an immediate smirk that reeked of smugness.