Whispers Of The Unseen

Chapter 30 - Minji's POV: Deal With Me

Stepping closer, I make sure to keep a reasonable distance between Mr. Lennox and myself. As I do, he inadvertently hits the railing behind him, a subtle indication of the weight of my presence. The air grows tense, charged with an unspoken understanding of the dynamics at play.

"Haerin has a long-awaited detention that she should've been on time for," I begin, my voice holding a measured authority. "I can only imagine that after I went off to scavenge for her, she had only just arrived." My gaze shifts to Haerin, a look that carries both warning and anticipation. "And the infamous Ms. Kang took that as an opportunity to escalate the situation, leading to the very reason she's about to be punished for in the first place," I continue, my tone unyielding.

Mr. Lennox stammers slightly, "I see" clearly caught off guard by my assertion. I offer him a polite smile, one that carries an air of confidence. "You do, huh?" I remark, my words laced with a subtle challenge that doesn't go unnoticed. His furrowed brows speak volumes, his attempt to maintain a facade of strength undermined by my composed demeanor.

Taking a calculated breath, I decide to tread further down the path I've set for myself. "Glad this has been resolved, isn't that right, Haerin?" I turn my gaze to her, making sure she understands the unspoken directive. She nods fervently, her compliance evident.

"We'll be off then," I state quietly, my gaze returning to Mr. Lennox. He nods, a sign of reluctant agreement. Without hesitation, I pivot and begin walking, Haerin instinctively following my lead, as she always does. In the wake of this encounter, the dynamics remain firmly in place, and I continue to exert my influence over the situation.

We descend the stairs in a thick silence, the imminent sound of the bell looms in the air. What a lunchtime wasted, I muse to myself, my expression stern and unwavering. Haerin's demeanor is subdued, her gaze fixated on the floor as if daring not to make a single misstep. The tension is palpable, and I can sense her apprehension, the fear that I might snap at any moment.

But I hold my composure, channeling the control that is my hallmark. It's a good thing I have this ability, for a less controlled person might have lost their temper already. Mr. Lennox's words echo in my mind, reminding me of her defensiveness and the attention it had garnered from the staff. A situation that could have been easily avoided had she chosen a different approach.

As we reach the corridor of my classroom, I glance at her from the corner of my eye. She stands before me, her pigtails hanging slightly lower, seemingly weighed down by the consequences that are inevitably on the horizon. I regard her with a penetrating squint, my formal posture and strict demeanor intact.

"What do you have to say for yourself?" I inquire, my voice steady and unwavering. She lifts her gaze to meet mine, a subtle gulp betraying the unease that lingers beneath the surface.

Haerin taps her fingers anxiously against her sides, and I let out a resigned sigh, my hand resting behind my back. With a deliberate move, I push the door open and usher her inside. She stumbles, her wheels catching on something, and we find ourselves leaning against the closed door, her back pressed to the wood.

"What a mess we've made, hm?" I remark, the weight of the situation palpable in the air. She nods awkwardly, her expression a mix of regret and anticipation. I reach out, gently tilting her chin up to meet my gaze.

"Are you ever going to listen?" I question, my tone carrying a blend of sternness and genuine concern. Her lips quirk into a small smile as she shakes her head. A soft chuckle escapes my lips, and I can't help but find her actions a mix of frustrating and endearing.

"I'm going to kiss you now," I declare, my words firm but laced with an undercurrent of desire. "If you want to be with me again like this, then don't do this again. I mean it" Before she can respond, I close the gap between us, capturing her lips in a tender yet powerful kiss. Her response is immediate, her lips moving against mine with a fervent intensity.

I hold her jaw delicately, my fingers grazing her skin as I dare to deepen the kiss. A surge of desire courses through us, and I allow my fingers to dig into her cheeks, leaving faint crescent-shaped marks on her now rosy skin. I bite her lip teasingly, and she shivers against me, her body pressing closer.

With a self-satisfied smirk, I pull away, my gaze locked onto her dazed eyes. "If you even think about testing me like that again," I warn, my voice low and assertive, "I'll make our next encounter more unpleasant than it needs to be. Understood?" She nods in affirmation, her eagerness to comply evident.

She leans in, her intentions clear, and we find ourselves kissing once more. However, the familiar chime of the school bell interrupts us, a reminder of the world outside our current moment. Students are likely waiting outside the classroom doors for the start of the next class.

I break away from the kiss, a thin string of saliva connecting us for a moment. "What do you say to spending a period under my desk?" I propose, a playful glint in my eye. She smiles and nods, a clear agreement in her gaze. She knows exactly what she wants.