crazy love | mashiho

seven

MIWA

Jihoon and I haven't talked for a month, and I swear I feel bad. Every time we pass each other, he looks the other way, as if we don't even know each other. And Mashiho? I tried to talk to him, but he walked away from me. Great, now the boys hate me.

I don't understand why Hyunjin and Jihoon are enemies. I'm curious, but I don't want to ask—it could be a sensitive topic, so I'd rather not.

While lost in thought, I didn't realize Mashiho was staring at me from my peripheral vision. I turned to look at him, and once our eyes met, he immediately looked away. He was only two seats away from me.

Since the teachers were busy with their meetings, we had free time. I stood up and walked over to him. I knelt by his desk, resting my arms on the table.

"Mashi~," I sang, staring at him with puppy eyes, but he only looked straight ahead with a gloomy expression.

"Mashi, don't ignore me, or I'll hate you," I said, pouting. He continued to ignore me like I wasn't even there.

I sighed. "Look, if it's about that time, then I'm really sorry," I bit my lower lip, staring at him.

"It's not just about that time," he said in a serious tone.

Thank goodness, we were finally talking!

"Oh—uhm, what is it?" I asked.

"Stop being with them, please. I can't stand seeing you laughing and having fun with them. I—I just hate seeing it." He leaned back, turning his head toward me, his eyes filled with sadness.

He hates seeing us together? Is Mashiho actually jealous? If I recall last month, he pulled Hyunjin and me apart and dragged me away with him.

"M-Mashi, are you perhaps... jealous?" I asked without hesitation.

"Uhh, I—"

The school bell rang, signaling the start of another class.

Mashiho immediately packed his things and walked out of the classroom.

"Mashiho, wait!" I grabbed my things and ran after him.

He quickened his pace, stopping at his locker without looking at me. I stopped beside him, panting.

"You're not answering me," I said, hands on my knees.

I stood up straight as he finished at his locker. "Are you really jealous?"

He stared at me coldly before suddenly grabbing my shoulders and pushing me gently against the lockers, trapping me between his arms.

I felt hot and nervous. Where was the goofy Mashiho? He leaned closer, his cold gaze fixed on me, and I looked down.

"Yes, I am extremely jealous. Want to hear more? I like you."

He leaned even closer, placing his index finger on my lips.

"Now stop asking, will you?" he said. It wasn't a question; it was a demand.

His hand moved to caress my cheek as he stared at me lovingly.

"All I see in a crowd is you. You're so special, my treasure," he murmured, leaning in with his eyes closed.

I knew what he was about to do.

Just as our lips were about to meet, a loud voice echoed in the hallway.

The previously empty corridor was suddenly filled with noise. Mashiho pulled away, sliding his hands into his pockets. We both turned to see Hyunsuk running toward us.