THERE WAS NEVER an instance where mashiho thought that the older would have thought of him for one second. even the idea of kim junkyu sparing a short thought of the younger seemed like a faraway achievement. yet here mashiho was, baffled at the current situation he was in right now. his eyes glued to his phone screen, his hands not moving.
mashiho thought it would have been funny if he decided to try and guess the older's wifi password to his house. he didn't want to waste his data. so after finding the name (it wasn't hard, it was just junkyu's own name) he decided to type in "takatamashiho" as a joke knowing that it probably won't work. but once the notification deemed mashiho's phone connected to the older's wifi did mashiho start to question.
❝ this has to be a joke ❞ whispered the japanese to himself
going through his settings countless times, connected and disconnecting his phone and even powering it off to try and make this situation seem a joke. but alas it was very much reality. the japanese couldn't move anymore. never in a million years would he ever expect this to happen. neither him and his friends could even imagine the situation mashiho was in right now.
and then that was when the korean decided to come out of the bathroom. mashiho cursed inwardly. what was mashiho to do.
❝ let's get started! do you want to use my wifi? ❞ asked junkyu
❝ oh uhh yeah no it's fine i- uh will use my data, yeah ❞ said mashiho as he stumbled through his words, nearly outing himself in his mother tongue
junkyu smiled and got out their textbooks and exercise books. getting ready to start their science project. mashiho was getting a little distracted, maybe his thoughts were going somewhere far away. the fact that the older had his name as his wifi password was sending mashiho signals that maybe, just maybe the older could reciprocate his feelings.
but the problem was whether mashiho should bring up the topic. both boys barely knew one another. only truly getting to know each other just today during biology. the japanese had started to crush on the older around a year ago. even though the older boy barely knew who the other was, mashiho just happen to catch junkyu in art class on his first day of school.
seeming as mashiho sat at the back, he could get a good glimpse at every single student in his class. although he scanned the entire room, mashiho's eyes would always somehow land at kim junkyu's head. his brown hair endlessly glinting in the sunlight. mashiho always heard him laugh out loud with hi seatmate. park jihoon. mashiho also happen to have a short crush on that boy too. but that he doesn't talk about.
he remembers there was one time where ─
❝ mashiho? you okay? you were spacing out after you wrote down the summary ❞ asked junkyu as he placed his hand on mashiho's forehead
oh man, junkyu's hand on mashiho's forehead. things were getting out of hand now. mashiho pushed away junkyu's hand and mumbled an "i'm fine" before facing his book in front of him.
❝ should i bring it up? wouldn't that be weird? he barely knows me! ❞ cried mashiho in his mother tongue not realising he was speaking out loud
❝ mashiho? are you sure you're ─ ❞
mashiho yelled. that startled junkyu a bit that he fell back wards a little.
❝ you can speak japanese?! ❞
junkyu nodded sheepishly. mashiho stared at the older for a few moments more before turning back to his work.
❝ anyways, what did you want to bring up with me? ❞ asked junkyu as he poked into mashiho's side using his pen
❝ n-nothing! ❞ screeched mashiho as he tried to suppress his giggles
junkyu continued to poke into mashiho's sides to make the younger blurt out whatever happened to be bothering him.
❝ fine fine! so uh well you see... i was waiting for you and i needed the wifi. so i tried to um put in the wifi password... and i put my name as a joke and it worked... ❞ trailed off mashiho softly
junkyu turned beet red and started to rub his nape. the older forgot to change his wifi password. he has never had the need to change since barely anyone came over. and now, he was found out. junkyu stayed silent for a while, having a loud debate with his inner monologue on whether he should come clean or make it seem like a joke.
after probably a minute or so, junkyu broke the silence
❝ i like you takata mashiho ❞
the end
