“When I heard from (Y/n) that some guy does like her, I felt awful.”
“Then dude, you’re jealous.”
“No. I don’t think so. That’s impossible because (y/n) for me, is just a friend, a neighbor. Nothing more, nothing less.”
“Hoshi, have you ever seen a guy getting jealous with that kind of excuse?”
“Well, maybe I am the first one?”
“Idiot fella. You are misunderstanding your own feelings.”
Thinking that you are just a friend, is that really Hoshi’s biggest misunderstanding?
It might be.
The news of yours and Hoshi’s recent break up has spread around the campus. It was as fast as the time when everyone heard about the slapping mosquito incident. If there is someone who might be celebrating over this news, then it is definitely Kim Mingyu.
“Who put this canned orange juice on my table?” you asked to everyone inside the faculty room.
No one admits. Even Hoshi who was standing beside the Xerox copy machine while looking at you and the canned juice you are holding.
“Did you?” you mouthed to him but he declined with a shaking of his head.
Isn’t it obvious? If this wasn’t Hoshi’s doing then it could be that handsome student who confessed his feelings for you last week!
Having that thought, you wrinkled your nose and rolled your eyes as you stood up with a groan, “That darn kid.”
Professor Kwon has watched you furiously walked out. After you left, he heaved a sigh. Teachers noticed their poor co-worker’s behavior so therefore started asking questions:
“Are you okay professor Kwon?”
“Professor (Y/n) looks unbothered at all. Right?”
“It wasn’t that long since you guys admitted your relationship. So why did you suddenly break up?”
“Isn’t it awkward to work together with your ex?”
“Don’t stress yourself too much Hoshi. Okay?”
Usually, girls always receive comfort more frequently than men. So Hoshi is wondering why they have to share empathy with him when he is the man.
“Comforting me is kinda over reacting,” he giggled. Scratching his fluffy cheek in embarrassment, he continued, “You guys are being biased to me and to (Y/n).”
“We are comforting you because between the two of you, you look more heart broken,” one explained followed by nods of those who shared the same idea.
‘I am not heart broken. Maybe, they misunderstood me,’ Hoshi misunderstood himself again with this thoughts.
Yet he still asked, “Do I really look like that?” he changed the intonation at the end of his sentence to look cool.
Sympathizers have exchanged glances at each other. They shrugged their shoulders as if Hoshi was asking if water is liquid or if fart is a gas. His question isn’t dense, thus asking it is like stealing sense then leaving nonsense in the conversation. So they turned their backs and continued their own chores.
Professor Kwon then brought the topic inside his head in difficulty: ‘What if I misunderstood myself? What if I really like her?’
There’s no need to complicate things (And I think readers will think that our protagonists are just making this story long).
