Mathematical attraction

Chapter 36

Minho's P.O.V.
Well, adjusting is key right? I mean, it took the two leads almost fainting from a heat stroke to think of taking layers out of our costumes, but at least this wouldn't happen again.

Of course, it had reached my mother's ears in some way. "Are you sure you don't want me to come over?"

I sighed. "It was a week ago Ara. I'm just fine now."

"I surely hope so. Is there anything else you want to talk about? Oh! In what program will you apply for College?" She asked.

"I don't know. Why are you obsessed about this?" I argued.

"Yoongi is in photography. I want to know what you'll pick." She insisted.

"And I'm telling you, I don't know." I added. "I have to get ready.. Bye Ara." I hung up.

I didn't know. I liked so many things.

"Why don't you tell her you need more time to think?" Eunho said sitting down.

I sighed joining her on her couch. "Because she wants me to go into finances or be a lawyer or be a doctor like Wonhae, but I don't like finances, I don't want to operate on people and laws are interesting, but not enough to think I might have to defend guilty people."

"I can get that." She smiled getting her box of nail polishes. "My mother doesn't want me to go into designing. It's the Korean way you know. Parents wanting well paid jobs for their kids. Happiness is an Occidental way of thinking." She opened it. "Pick a colour."

I grinned pointing the light pink she once used on me. "This one please." I continued as she did my nails. "I love acting, I love chemistry and physics, I love swimming. I know the last one can't be a long career, but it can be something."

She shook her bottle and continued. "You talked about dreams when we met right?"

I laughed. "Where are you going with that?"

She smiled lightly. "Did that change? Found a dream?"

"Even more confused because I have so many ideas!" I admitted. "I wish I could swim to the Olympics, but that's far fetched in the condition I'm in." I blew on my nails to dry them. "I like so many things.. Writing songs, drawing, acting.. I love it."

She chuckled. "Look at you getting ahead of yourself. How was recording with Joonie?"

I almost choked getting a sip of water. "Goodness you're so curious."

"I mean.. Of course I am! You hang out with him and the guys more. A bit less with Yoongi too. You're socializing. And.. He wrote you a damn song." She explained.

I sighed thinking about it, remembering the events.. The singing, the jokes, the laughing, the freedom, the lyrics. "He's a great friend.. He's an amazing composer too. I can't wait to do it again to finish that song."

She gave me a mean smile. "Of course you are~" She changed the subject fast enough. "Are you feeling more home here? I know it's not easy, going from your little Daegu you know to the big city that Seoul is."

"It's not how big it is or different friends or way of living. It's the small things." I answered.

"Like what?" She demanded an explanation.

"Like.. No matter how I was feeling, my mom gave me a different tea to pep me up, like her mediocre cooking that sometimes ended up burned so we'd eat at Wonhae's or eat out." I started. "How bad my mom is at comforting me.. How she'd still love me no matter the mean things I could say.. How Yoongi was only 5 metres away if I needed him.. How I could just walk out late to smell the fresh grass at night without anyone panicking.."

She hugged me so tight. "I think you love your mom more than you think."

Of course I loved my mom it just hasn't been the same since I found the adoption papers when I was thirteen. I always knew I was adopted.. Just, she never said it when I asked her. Being a stupid girl, I looked for the papers to put it in her face. I was still bitter about it. What else could she be hidding? "I miss my things so much.."

"Then why don't you take a train for Daegu this weekend? You don't work this weekend." She suggested.

I nodded. "Sure.. That sounds great."

Yoongi's P.O.V.
"I've been trying to call Minnie to have dinner with her, but she doesn't answer. Is she working?" I asked.

Namjoon sat up on his bed. "I don't think so. She finished at 1pm today if I remember. Maybe she's out with someone else or her phone died."

I frowned. "Very unlikely." I switched to texting instead. No answers. "I'm calling her grandfather. He has to know." I dialed. "Hey gramps.. Do you know where Minho is? She doesn't answer my calls or texts."

His voice resonated in my ears. "She didn't tell you? She packed her bags this morning."

"To where?" Where did she go?

"Home Yoongi my boy, she went home. She took the train an hour ago." He stated.

Why not tell me? "Didn't think of mentioning it to me?"

"Yoongi.." He started. "She's just home with her mother."

"With who she argues and said she wanted to leave to have some space." I added.

He sighed. "You're either all over her or not at all. There's no in-between with you is there? She'll call you later trust me. Just let her call first will you?"

What kind of advice was this?