Dreamcatcher Imagines - Oneshots | (Girl x Girl)

🐰 Locked Inside a Door - Part 2

Just then, a thought popped into my head and I reached down to grab my phone, "We could call someone..." I cut myself short when my hand met the bottom of my pocket. Empty. I quickly checked the other pocket. Also empty. I must've left it in my duffle bag. "Do you have a phone?" My eyes drifted down to her shorts and I instantly regretted it. She had her back turned to me, using something to try and open the door, giving me a full view of her-

"No. I left it in my bag." She turned around to look at me, causing my eyes to dart across the room. Please tell me she didn't catch me staring... "You don't have yours either?" I could feel her looking at me, willing me to make eye contact with her, so I did.

"No." My mouth went dry at the way she was looking at me so intently and I cleared my throat before saying, "I left mine in my bag too."

She sighed and started walking over to me. "We don't have our phones. There's no windows, no other exits. The coaches are gone..." she leaned against the random ping pong table in the middle of the room beside me as we both pondered solutions.

I really couldn't be stuck here all night. My family would end up worrying and probably assume the worst. I wasn't one to lie to my parents or run away, so this would come as quite a shock to them. I just hoped they would think I was over at a friends house or something. Besides that, I couldn't even begin to think about being stuck in a room with Kim Minji for 12 hours. That would be horrible for my health.

"What about the janitors? They come clean the gym at night, right?... we could bang on the door to get their attention." Minji suggested and I immediately cringed, remembering the one thing coach told me before she left.

"Damnit." I sighed.

"What?" She looked over at me.

I had my eyes closed in frustration as I said, "The janitors don't clean on Fridays. They wait until the morning." I pushed myself up to a standing position, "So we're stuck here until then." With an exhale, I walked over and sat down in a chair across from the table.

It was quiet for a moment until I heard Minji start laughing quietly. I looked up at her like she was crazy. "I'm sorry... it's just-" she took a minute to catch her breath, "How is it that the one thing coach told me before he left was to make sure I didn't let the door close... and here we are, trapped in this attic." I couldn't help but start laughing with her. It was pretty funny, wasn't it? We literally had one job, and we failed.

Once our laughter died down, we ended up staring at each other, our smiles slowly fading. As I looked at her, I realized that my image of her was beginning to change. And, I couldn't tell you why, but I decided to tell her. "You're a lot different than what I expected." My voice was quiet, but I knew she heard it.

"Really?" Minji asked, never breaking eye contact as she walked towards me. I suddenly became nervous when she sat on the end of the ping pong table directly in front of me with her hands on either side of her thighs, allowing her to lean forward and look down at me. It took all my willpower to not stare at her bare thighs just a few feet away from me. "What did you expect?" There was a hint of mischief in her tone that kept me on edge. What was she expecting me to say?

My eyes drifted to something random in the distance, finding it easier to form coherent thoughts when I wasn't looking into her eyes. Why was I so intimidated by her? "You know, just typical popular girl stuff..." I told her honestly. Maybe I shouldn't be honest, it was kind of rude to assume.

"Popular girl stuff?" She chuckled at the idea before leaning forward more. "Like what?" I let myself glance back at her eyes, which was a bad idea. She seemed to be teasing me, purposely making me nervous. She knew the hold she had on me.

"Like, I don't know..." I sighed, mad at myself for ever saying anything. "That you probably think you're above everyone else and don't like people like me." I rushed out, squinting my eyes, afraid of her reaction.

To my surprise, Minji started laughing again. "Damn, you really think I'm a bitch, don't you?" She smiled at me, a drastic contrast to the blunt language she had just used.

My eyes widened and I held out my hands, "No, no. Of course not. You're definitely not a... you know." I yelled quickly.

"It's okay." She smiled and shook her head. "I can see why you would think so." Her voice became quiet and I was beginning to think I upset her.

"I'm sorry." I said softly. "It was wrong for me to assume like that."

"No, I told you, it's okay." Her eyes met mine again and I started to think she was upset with herself rather than me when she said, "I've done nothing to make you think any different." I wanted to ask her what exactly she meant, but I never got the chance to when she quickly moved on. "How about we play a game to get to know each other better... we're gonna be stuck here all night anyways, right?" Her mood had gone from depressing to cheerful in 2 second.

I nodded with a small smile even though I still felt bad about what I said. "Sure. What game?" Minji's eyes narrowed and her eyebrows furrowed as she thought: a habit that I found adorable. That's another thing I was starting to realize the more time I spent with her: Minji was a lot less intimidating when you got to know her.

"What if we just take turns asking each other questions and both of us have to answer?" She looked down at me for confirmation.

"Okay." I replied and she seemed to be satisfied, getting up from the ping pong table and bringing a chair over to sit in front of me. When she got comfortable, I noticed that it felt somehow more nerve wracking with her at eye level with me.

I leaned back and cleared my throat. "You start."