crazy love | mashiho

five

MIWA

"Miwa, hi!" Mrs. Park hugged her excitedly. Miwa was her favorite niece out of all the nieces and nephews she had.

"Are you going to stay here?" she asked while heading to the kitchen to prepare some drinks.

"Just for a while, Auntie, since Mom and Dad are still busy at this hour. I decided to stay here rather than being alone in the house," she said.

It was true—the house would feel boring and eerie if she were alone. That's why she preferred staying at someone else's house.

Jihoon motioned for her to follow him to his bedroom. Don't get the wrong idea—they were used to this. Most of the time, they played video games, watched movies, or Jihoon showed off his belongings.

"Make yourself at home," Jihoon said, opening his drawer and pulling out his favorite purple shirt.

Miwa chuckled. "You've told me that many times already."

"Well, bleh. By the way, I need to change my shirt. No peeking." Jihoon gave her a playful glare, pointing his finger at her. He stood in front of the bathroom while Miwa sat at the edge of his bed.

"Never!" Miwa scrunched her nose.

Jihoon stuck his tongue out at her before disappearing into the bathroom, leaving Miwa alone in the room.

While sitting there, she decided to walk around his room. His space was perfectly organized and smart. Jihoon was a clean freak, which explained why everything was so neat and tidy. As she walked past his study table, which was fixed to the wall, she noticed several Instax films hanging there. She leaned closer to inspect them.

The pictures were mostly of Jihoon with his friends. One caught her eye, it was a picture of Jihoon with Mashiho. She picked it up and studied it.

Takata Mashiho, she thought.

Something about him felt different. It wasn't easy to describe, but it was there. She continued staring at the picture while nibbling her lower lip.

"Boo!"

"AH!" Miwa screamed at the top of her lungs, which sent Jihoon into a fit of laughter.

"It's not funny!" Miwa crossed her arms, pouting while her heart raced from the jump scare.

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry, alright?" Jihoon calmed down after his laugh. He slung his arm around Miwa's shoulders and noticed the picture she was holding.

"What's with the picture? Am I that handsome?" Jihoon smirked.

Miwa raised an eyebrow and playfully smacked his arm. "Of course, you're handsome. I was just curious about this friend of yours—Mashiho. What kind of person is he?"

Jihoon gave her a questioning look. Why is she asking about Mashiho? I'm not jealous, but out of all my friends, Mashiho?

"Why do you want to know?" he asked, putting his phone down on the table.

"Nothing, just curious." Miwa shrugged and put the picture back. She turned around to find Jihoon giving her a serious look, his hands on the table on either side of her.

"Do you like him?" Jihoon leaned in closer, his gaze darkening.

Miwa shifted uncomfortably. If Mr. or Mrs. Park walked in, they'd be doomed. She placed her hands on Jihoon's chest, trying to push him away, but he was unmoving, like a statue.

"N-no, why would I?" Miwa looked away. She always felt small when Jihoon acted like this.

"Good. I won't let you like any of my friends or anyone in the world," Jihoon said before stepping back and turning on the television.