crazy love | mashiho

six

MIWA

It's been two weeks since I joined Kanoa High School, and I've already made amazing friends, especially the boys. I feel so close to them, like we've known each other for ages. Jihoon is so lucky to have best friends like them.

Mashiho and I have also become like best friends. We're so close, and I feel really comfortable around him. I don't even know why. Whenever I'm with the others alone, I always feel awkward, but with Mashiho, I can talk comfortably. We always have something to talk about.

Break time is always my favorite, and it's no different today. Suddenly, I feel the urge to pee, so I tell the boys I'll join them later. I head to the girls' toilet to take care of my business.

After finishing, I head to the sink and start washing my hands like there's no tomorrow. Honestly, my hands are so soft because I wash them like my life depends on it. I wash my face too, then stare at myself in the mirror. If someone walked in right now, they'd probably think I'm a creepy kid.

As I walk out, I see a tall, blonde-haired guy leaning against the wall. He's good-looking, with hooded eyes, but his stare is unsettling.

"Is there anything I can help you with?" I ask, tilting my head slightly.

He glances down, inspecting his nails, then says in a monotone voice, "You're Jihoon's favorite little cousin, right? Park Miwa?"

"Uh...all I can say is yes," I answer hesitantly.

I wouldn't say I'm Jihoon's *favorite* cousin, but we are very close.

"Cool. Wanna join me and my friends for break?" he asks, completely unfazed.

What's with the sudden offer? I mean, we literally just met. Right here. Right now. I don't know if I should trust him. What if he takes me somewhere dangerous? Plus, I'm already with Jihoon.

"I don't—"

"Please, just this once. Besides, it's not like I'll ask you to join me every day. I know Jihoon might misunderstand, right?" he says, looking up at me.

He's right. Jihoon might misunderstand. But what's the harm in hanging out with someone new?

"Sure," I say, flashing him my infamous smile.

"The name's Hwang Hyunjin," he says, extending a hand.

I shake it and reply, "You have a cool name."

"Like me," he winks.

I chuckle awkwardly and follow him to the lunchroom. A guy waves at us with a wide smile. We walk over, and I sit beside Hyunjin, across from two handsome guys.

Why does this school have so many cute guys?

"Hello, Miwa. I'm Felix," a guy with tiny freckles introduces himself, smiling warmly.

"Oh, are you from another country? Your name is unique," I ask shyly.

"Well, it's just my nickname in Australia. My Korean name is Lee Yongbok," he replies, scratching the back of his neck sheepishly.

"Name's Jisung. Han Jisung," the other guy says with a smirk and a wink. He has squishy cheeks, messy black hair, and bangs that almost cover his eyes.

I give him an awkward smile. A few minutes later, the three guys are deep in conversation, probably forgetting I'm even there. I just sit there, feeling left out, frowning as I eat my spaghetti.

What's the point of inviting me if they're just going to ignore me?

I spot Mashiho sitting with the others a couple of rows in front of us. I want to wave at him but hesitate, worried they might get mad because I'm sitting with someone else. So, I just go back to eating.

Before I can pick up my utensils, Hyunjin suddenly grabs my hand and stares at it.

"What?" I ask, confused by his action.

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HYUNJIN

The guys and I were talking when I spotted Jihoon and his friends. Jihoon and I locked eyes, and I knew I had to do something to rile him up. I turned to Miwa, who was about to grab her spoon.

I noticed a big smear of blue ink on her hand and grabbed it, examining it.

"What?" she asked, confused.

I caressed the smear and asked, "What's this?"

She didn't pull her hand away, which surprised me.

"Oh, this? I accidentally broke my pen in two earlier," she said, rubbing her hand alongside mine.

Her hands were so soft, almost addictively so. I was glad my plan to annoy Jihoon was going well. Plus, she didn't seem to notice how close our faces were.

"Stop it, Hyunjin," Jihoon's voice interrupted. He approached our table with Mashiho and Hyunsuk. "I'm so done with your games."

Mashiho marched over and pulled our hands apart, grabbing Miwa away from us.

An aggressive Mashiho? That's new.

I smirked smugly. "What? Did I do something wrong?" I asked, laughing with Felix and Jisung.

"Don't get close to Miwa!" Jihoon yelled, clearly angry.

Before I could retort, someone unexpected stepped in.

"Jihoon, stop!" Miwa yelled, standing in front of him.

We were all shocked. This wasn't part of my plan, but it was a bonus. I stood behind Miwa, smirking.

"Can you please stop? I've had enough! I'm tired of you always forbidding me from doing what I want. Why do I even listen to you?" Miwa sighed and ran out of the lunchroom.

"Miwa, wait! I'm sorry!" Jihoon yelled, chasing after her.

Before he could catch up, I ran faster, heading straight to the rooftop—because, of course, that's where everyone cries their eyeballs out.

"Miwa?" I called softly.

I found her sitting on the floor, staring at the sky with a small smile. She looked so cute.

I sat beside her, glancing at her before looking up at the sky.

"I thought you'd be crying," I said quietly.

"Why would I cry over something so small? It's just Jihoon. Crying won't solve anything," she replied, turning to me with those pretty eyes and a sweet smile. "When was the last time you cried? And why?"

I laughed bitterly. "Cry? I haven't cried since I was ten."

"That's the biggest lie I've ever heard!" she punched my side playfully.

"Okay, okay. I cried yesterday while cutting onions. Satisfied?" I raised my eyebrows.

She tapped her chin thoughtfully. "Well, that explains it. But I meant when you cried with real feelings."

I tried to think back but came up blank. "I don't remember."

She sighed. "You're such a pabo. Alright, I won't force you." She stood up and offered me her hand. I stared at it, confused.

"Come on, take my hand," she said, smiling.

I took it gladly and stood. She started walking away.

"This girl is something," I mumbled to myself.

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