Mathematical attraction

Chapter 18

Yoongi's P.O.V
"Who's coming to the quarter finals tonight?" I asked everyone at the table.

Minho looked around at each of our friends."I think we all are." She grinned."Wouldn't miss that for anything."

She always meant what she said. She had never missed a match even when we were in Daegu and that I wasn't the player of the hour. She would be there. Cheering hard.

"I'm glad then. It's a big game for us." I smiled.

I shot a look at Eunho and notice her hair wasn't wavy like it usually was."Eunho, your hair is pretty straight."

"Unlike me." She laughed.

What?"You're pretty. Don't say that."

She laughed even harder."Oh. I know I'm pretty, thanks for saying so. I'm just not straight."

Minho laughed. Everyone laughed, but I was left confused which probably made them laugh even harder.

Minho's P.O.V
I had a bad feeling. Even if I had eaten, I felt dizzy and nauseous. I went to the bathroom and checked my glucometer.. 3.5. Shit. Why was it so low? I didn't have practice yesterday. What did I eat this morning? A toast with some cheese with a cup of tea. Lunch? A salad and some water.. Oh. I didn't get a bit of sugar since last night. Even if Yoongi gave me my dose yesterday, if I don't ingest sugar, the medicine won't do anything. I went back to class like it was nothing. I had to see Yoongi play. No matter what. I had to be there.

"Sweetie? You don't look so good. Maybe you should go to the dorm. He will forgive you." Eunho sighed looking at me, then the 2 boys who weren't playing."You let her come here?"

"We couldn't convince her." Jackson started.

"I asked her if she wanted anything to eat and she said she was okay." Namjoon added.

"I'm alright.. Besides, the game is soon half over. I can tough the last half." I assured them. For a second, I saw Yoongi look at me. What are you doing? You have the ball in your hands Yoonie pass it over or you'll have it taken from you.

Yoongi's P.O.V
Was she okay? She was leaning her head against Eunho, eyes half closed to watch the game. I saw a hand try to steal the ball, I moved it away keeping it to myself and passed it to Ke Sung. He dribbled the ball to the basket, he passed it to me and I scored. 3points.

The half-time was called. 5minutes. The guys all ran for water. I ran out of the gym. I had to have something in my bag for her. I always had. I grabbed my bag and came back. She was at the edge of a bench. I gave my bag to Eunho."Look through that. I'm sure there's stuff she can eat in there." I usually didn't dare in front of people, but I caressed Minho's cheek for a second."I would've understood if you didn't show up."

She smiled."I wouldn't miss a game for anything.. Go on, the game will restart soon."

I left a short kiss on her forehead and went back to my team. When I saw her nibble a cookie, I was reassured and could really keep my head in the game.

Minho's P.O.V
They won! I was so glad. I felt better too. I ran to hug him when he was about to pass the door."You did great! You were amazing Yoonie!"

He pat my back."Thanks, but next time, make sure you had your dose of sugar okay? 'Cuse I don't think my coach will let me do that again."

"Count on it." I smiled getting out of his arms."Celebration with the team?"

He nodded."Captain on duty. Gotta party with the team."

"Have fun then captain." Slapped his back and let him go.

He was happy. Truly happy. Not the 'I'm fine' kind of thing everyone pulls out when they don't want to talk. Changed from when we were in Daegu, back home. I was glad, but some things didn't change.
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A dark room.. The door creaking as it opened. A voice. The voice of man I didn't want to remember. "Be a good girl" the voice said as it approached the bed. A shiver of cold hands touching skin. A whimper. A cry.

I woke up shaking. I looked at the door, closed. I checked Eunho, peacefully asleep. I got up, unlocked the bedroom door, got out, closed it behind me, and went to the living room.
Eunho never asked why I locked the door when we were both asleep. She didn't mind.

I called Yoongi as I opened the lights of the room. No matter the hour, I knew he would pick up.

"Minho? What's wrong?" Said his voice at the other end of the line.

I started to cry, my voice shaking."It.. It happened again.."

He knew what that meant."Shh.. It's okay. He's not here. You know that. Unlock the door for me, I'll take you back to my dorm and you are sleeping there tonight alright?"

"Yeah.. The door is unlocked.." I managed.

"I'll be there in a bit. Stay on the line okay?" He asked. I didn't say a thing, but he knew I had heard.

Some time later he knocked before opening. I ran into his arms. I wasn't crying anymore, but he still peered down at my face to make sure before pulling me into a hug."Are you okay?" A nod as an answer."Come now.. Let's get you out of there.. You left a note?" Another nod."Good. Let's go."

We went to his place. That's what I would do back home. Get up, go across the street, enter into his room by the big window and he'd let me in, let me lay down, and hug me to sleep. I didn't know if he knew all the story behind it, but he still took me in.

He sat me on the couch and brought me a blanket."Here.. Namjoon is a deep sleeper. Even if we talk he won't wake up."

"Okay.." I mumbled.

He caressed my hair."That guy is gone. The real guy who did this to you will never come back. You know that."

"You knew why I went into your room.. during that time and even after?.." I whispered.

"Why do you think I started to go sleep at your place every weekend?" He answered me with another question.

"It's been 5 years.. Why.. Why can't I get over it?.. That guy never.." I began trembling again.

He hugged me tighter."He maybe never went under your clothes, but he got into your head.. When Ara learned what he was trying to do she kicked him out real quick."

"It took 4 months Yoongi.. 4 long months.. For her to get it.. She didn't believe me at first.. She.." I searched for my words.

"She was in love with that man Minho.. Of course she didn't want to believe it at first." He rubbed my back.

My eyes started to close. I was so tired. I drifted to sleep.

Yoongi's P.O.V
I stayed with her for a while, before I layed her down and pulled the covers on top of her. So much damage in such a short period of time.. She didn't deserve this. No one did.

When I got up in the morning. I saw Namjoon gently caressing her arm and hip telling her to wake up.
I ran to him and pushed him aside as gentle as I could be."You can't do that! Don't touch her like that!"

"H-hey.. I was just trying to wake her nicely. I know she would slap me if I woke her up in a loud way." He tried explaining himslef.

"Maybe, but you can't-" I started when a voice cut in.

"He was just trying to be nice.. Don't yell at the poor kid.." Minho sat up.

"You're alright?" I asked her.

She gave me a sure nod and smile."More than fine.. Don't worry."

Namjoon seemed confused."So.. Why are you sleeping on our couch anyway?"

She gave him a soft smile. "It's a very long story.."