It all started when Nishimura Riki, Ahn Miso's long time crush approached her and asked her to help him with a girl. The worse part is that the girl happened to be Miso's cousin that she hates the most.
--A Nishimura Riki (니시무라 리키) Fanfiction
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"Aish..." I muttered to myself, cupping my face with my palms. I've been so overwhelmed since yesterday, Riki and Yena are breaking my heart.
Even this morning, when Riki saw me in the hallways, he winked at me and I knew it was only to remind me that I owe him help with his crush on my cousin.
And now, I'm hiding in the school garden because it's not that easy for my heart to help my crush with his own crush. As much as I wished back then to be in the same class as him, now I'm thankful that we're in different classes. It'd be a lot harder to be in the same class as him when he'd spend his time admiring my cousin.
I think it's safe to go now, he'd have probably gone in his class by now.
I made my way throughout the hallways and stopped at a random locker, slamming my head on it. Why are you hurting my heart, Mr. Nishimura?
I took a deep breath and decided to leave but someone roughly turned me behind and pinned me against the locker, causing me let out a groan.
"I thought you agreed to help me with Yena." Oh, how lovingly he calls her.
Avoiding the way my heart raced, I tried to push him away without saying anything. But to my bad, he leaned his face even closer to me as I held my breath.
"Why won't you help me, Ahn Miso?"
"Why won't you ask someone else for help when I I've told you I don't talk to her, Nishimura Riki?" You don't know how hard it is for me to look at him in the eye right now when he's this close to me.
He sighed heavily, causing his breath to fan against my face. Oh lord--
"It's because I don't know anyone who would understand japanese like you." Then it struck me. I've been talking to him in japanese since yesterday without me realizing. Why am I so dumb?
But wait, how does he know that I understand japanese? Is he stalking me or something?
"You don't understand korean?" I asked, still in japanese as he nodded. I slyly chuckled, "Liar, you transferred here four years ago. I'm sure you understand korean very well."
"Oh, then do you see me interacting with anyone else here?" He poked his tongue into his cheek, "It's because I don't understand korean and they don't understand japanese. It's only you who understands japanese, that's why I'm approaching you."
Yeah, man. I remember learning it just for you when I got to know that you, a japanese student transferred at my school. But what I never imagined was that it'd be the thing to make you approach me in order to impress my own cousin.
"Would you help me now?"
I gulped, "No."
"You have to, darling." He grabbed my wrist and pulled me with him, not even giving me any chance to argue. Boy, be thankful that it's you, otherwise I'd throw hands.
He brought me back to the school garden and made me sit on the bench as he pulled a little diary out of his pocket.
If my parents get to know that I'm skipping classes, they'll marry me off sooner than they already intend to.
"So, tell me what kind of guys does Yena like?" He asked, giggling.
"I don't know."
"Shut up, you do. Now tell me." He demanded, trying to put his smile back.
"I do. I can tell you if you want to know about her type from a decade ago because that was the last time when we talked." I flashed him a fake smile.
He sighed, "Then what about her favourite food or something?"
"I may remind you again, the required information would be a decade old because that was the last time when we talked." I again faked a smile.
"Are you serious?" He asked with frustration as I nodded. He pressed his lips together, "A decade old information would be appreciated too."
I looked at him quietly, is he that eager to know about her?
I bit my lower lip, recalling the faded memories as he stared at me. "One day we were watching a movie together, then she randomly told me that she'd marry a handsome guy who'd bring fresh flowers for her everyday." I sighed, "just like her father does for her mother..."
A soft smile slowly tucked at the corners of my lips, remembering how innocent we were as kids. Is it really that hard to get your past back?
Riki looked at me quietly before his lips also curved into a smile. He giggled, "Guess I'm extremely handsome and I can bring fresh flowers for her everyday."
There, I felt a familiar feeling burning in my chest. Jealousy, I feel jealous of Yena again.
"That was ten years ago when she was eight." I scoffed, making him frown.
"Yeah, yeah. Whatever. What about her favorites? Like fruit, flower, food, singer etc."
"I have classes, so spare me." I shook my head and began to walk but he held my hand again. This boi--
"Let's walk home together." Oh, my heart literally skipped a beat. "Tell me more about her on our way home."
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When I saw Riki patiently waiting for me, my little heart didn't know whether to feel sad or happy. It'd illegal to feel happy because he's only walking me home because of Yena and not me.
"I take bus, so you can go." I spoke, making him shrug his shoulders.
"I'll take the bus too."
And the next thing I knew, we began to walk together as I felt my eyes getting watery. I sniffed quietly. Riki, will you ever walk me home without wanting to know about Yena?
"So, tell me." He asked when we were finally seated on the bus, "what does Yena like and what does she hate?" I followed his gaze and noticed he was looking at Yena who sat a little a far from us.
She was giggling with her friends as they talked about random things. Her long brown hairs fell over her eyes, adding to her pale skin.
"Why do you like her?" I asked as he only smiled.
"I like her because she's pretty." Oh, then how about me? Am I not pretty enough for you, Riki?
With an exasperated sigh leaving my lips, I began to tell him everything about Yena. Everything that he wanted to know and everything I'd never want to tell him.
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I dared myself to finish this story in a week, oiii.
