lion heart [bbangsaz] {feat. daerin}

First Time [M]

Hanni

'Fangirling' had been an understatement. As Hanni finished her meal (around the three-fourth's point of the episode's run), Minji had been reduced to a gawping, occasionally squealing, laughing-at-all-correct-cues devotee. These were definitely the qualities cult leaders yearned for in a follower.

This fascinated Hanni. None of her friends followed television shows besides the all-iconic Sailor Moon seasons. While she didn't consider Minji's program half-bad, she'd been lost on its winding storyline and inside jokes. So, she aimlessly dragged her fingers through Minji's hair while the plot thickened.

Minji had yet to change out of her interview clothes, the blouse loosened by a button. In contrast, Hanni tended to strip half-nude the moment she stepped into her own apartment, which—she allowed herself to be snobby and glance around the world Jake bought—managed to be bigger and much more competently decorated. More rooms, too.

She loved Minji's little corner (the couch, an oak desk, a rectangular rug) more than the rest of the place. One could pick out her handprint on every detail. Items like lamps, her laptop (currently playing the show on the desk), storage bins, a black dresser, and cutesy decor. A prominent stack of magazines and coupons mountained on the edge of the desk, organized by color-coded clothespins. Hanni thumbed through the top stack, notably consisting of skincare products—featuring the face of actress IU that Minji fawned over in every one of her scenes.

Gay.

Under those were multiple sheets of coloring book paper. Some blank, some colored on, or some half-way done. It was mainly of flowers and landscapes, but each image interestingly represented a color pattern of some sort. Rainbow.

She'd avoided this long, but it'd been in vain to not notice pictures of Jake. Handsome, just as she remembered from the accidental encounter at the Thai Restaurant. A beanstalk of a man bearing bee-stung lips—Hot—as Wonyoung would say.

Fingers twirling more purposefully through Minji's hair (earning a contented sigh), Hanni poured more from a litre of soda they shared. God, when was the last time she and her friends slummed it by drinking this shit straight? Usually, her type of company used soda as an accessory to an alcoholic beverage. Or a chaser.

But, this strawberry flavored debacle of Red 40—while on the ultra-sweet side—hit the spot.

"It's almost over," Minji offered, cracking an embarrassed smile. "Sorry if you're bored."

"Oh, I'm not bored." Which was the truth. Inhabiting Minji's comfort bubble eased Hanni.

Once the credits rolled, Minji clapped. As in, an actual short applause. "Tonight's episode was killer. Chaewon and Wonyoung are gonna go apeshit."

"You three bond over these dramas?"

"We do."

Can't wait to tease the bunny about it tomorrow. "I'm amused by your crush on that actress. IU's very enchanting."

Minji blushed so prettily. "W-well..."

Hanni lifted a coloring page, rainbow-filled with between the lines. "I'm not threatened. Actually..." She then looked back at her. "Wouldn't you say she sort of favors me?"

Minji's blush veered into beet red. "What?! No."

"I'm kidding."

"I wasn't aware you could be mean, Pham."

Hanni entertained the unoffended smile on Minji's face, growling, "Cat's out the bag. Sullyoon and Wonyoung are child's play 'cause I'm their queen bee. The meanest with my friends."