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'mashiiiiii' 🌊
junkyu's pov
i stared down at mashiho, shocked at what he just said. i am imaging this?
i wouldn't help but notice the glimmer of hope in his eyes. mine must be the same. i blocked everything out, except him.
"mashiho," i said timidly.
"yes, junkyu," he replied hopefully, blush still evident on his cheeks.
"i-i-i-ummm...well you see...i kinda you know like ummm..." i stuttered nervously, stumbling on my words. embarrassed and nervous, unable to speak properly.
"just spit it out, long legs," keita yelled, receiving a high five from a now fine hyunsuk.
"more like daddy long legs," mashiho spoke up. yedam almost collapsing in shock.
my whole face turned red, i started giggling; giddy and awkward due to what mashiho said. but happy still, very happy.
"i'm shook," a new arrival said.
we all turned to the door to see yoonbin and yeongue wrapped in each other's arms, trailing towards us. both with cheeky looks on their faces due to what they just witnessed.
"why did he call junkyukyu hyung a spider?" yeongue whispered innocently to yoonbin. yoonbin gave a warm smile to the boy.
"don't worry about it, it's probably just some inside thing," yoonbin said, as he pulled yeongue into a tighter embrace.
"hehehe, some 'thing' inside," hyunsuk chuckled.
who knew yg's future was so dirty?
i did.
"hehe it's michael jackson," someone outside screeched. earning many giggles and eye rolls from us.
"yayyyy...more people interrupting me," i said, rolling my eyes at all these 'coincidental' inconveniences.
"damn, yoonbin you look like you've aged 6 years," someone else screamed from next door.
jeez.
"yeah, come guys. we shouldn't interrupt junkyu's confession," hyunsuk giggled, a snirked prominent on his face.
"where's byounggon when you need him?" i mumbled, irritated at hyunsuk's outburst.
"shhhhh, it doesn't matter. all the matters is the runaway chicken man," hyunsuk said, mumbling the last past angrily under his breath.
"the what now?" mashiho asked, confused. his eyebrows furrowed and lips pouting as he thought about the chicken man, cute.
told you it wasn't me who ate the chicken wings or everything in the fridge, can't blame me for midam leaving.
it's you hyunsuk, youuuuu.
anyway, back to mashiho.
"so like are you guys gonna get back to expressing your feelings for one another or nah," yoonbin said smiling; smiling because of the smiling cutie next to him (yeongue).
"yeahhhhhhh, that..." i said.
i look back down at mashiho. taking a deep breath, i tried to calm myself.
"mashiho," i said, "ever since i met you, a new emotion cropped up in my life. love, not just love between friends but romantic love. if this was one of those stories where people are linked to their soulmates by an invisible red string; i know i would be linked to you. no matter what reality, time period, place, universe and everything else, you'd always be the one for me. there's just something about you. i really like you; well that's an understatement. everything about you is perfect, from the way you smile to the fact you wait for me to introduce myself before you do. mashiho, these are my true feeling for you."
