Mathematical attraction

Chapter 70

Minho's P.O.V.
I missed my family so much! I was glad they were here. For once, my mom was cooking without burning anything! "Seems you've become the talk of Seoul baby." She said. "Even in Daegu. People ask me about you."

I chuckled. "Mom.. Being the talk is not important. I just want to be good at what I do."

"Oh we know." Wonhae said. "Ara's just excited for you."

We all sat together to eat, Yoonie, Joonie, even Jackson, and me. Lunch went well talking about Jackson at JYP, Yoon and Joon at BigHit our classes, prom.. Until this passed by my ears. "For a meal you managed not to burn, it's delicious." Wonhae said.

And my mom to reply by slapping his shoulder. "Joo Wonhae, you're such an idiot."

No one heard because they were busy talking, but I was sure of what I had heard. I stood up. "Sorry, I'll go to the bathroom." I went upstairs.

I don't know how long I stayed in the bathroom until I heard a knock. "Minmin? Are you okay? Do you want me to get Yoongi hyung?"

I sighed. "No, thank you."

I made a sound. "Are you peeling an orange in there?"

I had brought it upstairs. "It's my dessert."

He creaked open the door. "Can I have dessert with you then?"

I let him in, shared my orange and explained. "I swear she used my last name with him."

He frowned. "Maybe Jo, Choo, soo.. They sound alike."

"I swear I heard correctly." I added.

He made a good point. "Ask him."

"He'll lie or lie for my mom. He's too sweet." I pointed out.

"Then what do you plan on doing." He asked.

I sighed. "I'll figure it out eventually. For now, maybe we should go back."

He got on his feet. "Really? I thought you'd pout here forever."

I laughed. "Not in my vocabulary."

Namjoon's P.O.V.
I had to take Yoongi hyung aside. "Hyung. Be frank with me. Do you know anything about her parents?"

He seemed on edge. "Why? What if I did?"

He knew something. "Tell her if you know.. She's trying to find answers. And.. If you know and she learns about it, she'll be more than angry."

He sighed. "She knows what she needs to know. You guys go home."

Seriously.

"Everything okay?" Minho asked behind me.

"Oh- Yeah, Suga hyung asked me to make sure you were home safe later." I answered.

She grinned. "That's nice! Let's go!"

I just wanted her not to be bothered by this anymore.
But her past always caught up. One way or another.
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"Go to prom with me Minho." Junghoon asked.

Like always.. "No! I said no. I already have someone."

He pointed at me. "Is it him? You like guys like him?" He walked up to her. "He may be smart, but he doesn't tell you everything sweetheart." He went for her waist. I cought his arm. "Possessive?"

"Don't touch her. You can say everything bad about me, but don't touch her." I argued.

He smiled. "Fine. Did you know your mister perfect isn't so perfect? You must know he missed school for 5 months when he was 15." He looked at her face. "You didn't know? Did you also know he was weaker than you? Did you show her your scar Namjoon? I'm sure she'd love to see it."

I went to hit him, but tiny and strong Minmin stood in front of me. "I don't care about that. He may not be the best at sports, he may have missed school but he has qualities you don't have. He's kind, caring, supportive and an amazing leader."

He laughed. "Leader? He ain't good at everything."

"You don't have to be good at everything. I'm not bad myself, yet I'm a terrible leader in a team. To be a good leader is to stay behind and push others forward. They don't care about individual success. Team success matters." She grabbed my hand. "He's a good leader and a good friend so of course I'll go to prom with him before you. Let's go Joonie." She was so angry she walked faster than me.

"Are you okay?" I asked.

She nodded and smiled. "Are you? He just bashed on you. I'm disgusted of him."

I nodded too. "Yeah.. Just feeling a little warm."

She motioned for me to crouch down, then she touched my forehead. "You're warm.. I'll get you to the infirmiry."

I denied. "I'm fine."

She glared at me. "Namjoon. I'm 5feet 6inches and weight 120pounds. If you faint, I can't carry you. Come on."

I let her bring me. She did make a valid point. While the nurse checked on me she took my heart rate, my shirt moved and Minho tried to peek. "That curious?"

She sighed sitting next to me. "You can't blame me can you?"

The nurse smiled. "Your temperature is a bit high so I'd like to keep you here. Miss Joo, you can go to class."

Obviously, she argued before she had to leave. I took a nap and when I woke up, a bowl of soup was by my side. Smelled familiar. "Sorry, nurse? Who made that?"

She pointed to my right. "She did. She came by every break and ran out when the bell rang. She brought you this and layed down on the other bed. On medication day, she ran out to the supermarket and came here exhausted. No wonder her coach calls her reckless."

Minho was almost snoring from how deep asleep she was. "Am I good to go?"

She nodded. "Your temperature is back to normal. You should be fine."

I smiled. "I'll eat this and leave with her." I took a deep breath. "I thought ginseng soup was only for Yoongi hyung."

She mumbled. "It's for you too."

I pat her hair. "Stay asleep, you still have 30 minutes to have a good nap."

What did I do to make myself worthy of this soup?