Her Bully | BBANGSAZ

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M I N J I
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The music's everywhere.

Like literally, everywhere.

If you look to your left, you'll see five speakers blasting the remix of 'Animals,' and if you look to your right, you'll see around three blasting the same tune.

Then even when you look up there's about a few small round speakers pumping to a different tune, thus, making this whole mansion that was once empty and elegant—now a monstrous disaster of half-naked college students getting it on and dancing and grinding and drinking in and just—okay, you get what I mean.

And right now, I'm just swaying to the beat while waiting for Hanni who offered to get a new set of drinks for us.

Which was very sweet of her, might I add? The white dress of Hanni is hugging me way too tightly, I can say so because a while ago, while I was bending down to fix my heels, I almost popped the zipper.

Embarrassing right? And because of that, I'm stuck dancing in a restricted manner.

"You look cute when you dance." came a voice, chuckling behind me as I smiled and turned to face Hanni—who's drunk already.

"It's your dress." I complain, pouting deeply as I gratefully accept the red solo cup on her right hand.

I chug it down and throw the cup away from me as soon as I finish it, and I giggle as I watch Hanni's jaw drop.

Rolling my eyes at her, I wrap my arms around her neck and sigh, bringing her close to me.

"Isn't this amazing?" I ask her, connecting our foreheads together.

Hanni hums and grips my waist tightly. "What is?" she asks me, blowing out hot air as it hits my lips.

I bite my lower lip and try to keep my lips from moaning in her presence.

It was too hot.

"Us. Dancing together." I point out, blushing slightly at my forwardness. "Without you getting worried about someone seeing us together." I add, gulping because I'm confessing things—I shouldn't be telling her.

She chuckles and shakes her head.

"What does that mean? Like we're a couple or something? No. Nerdy—" she hiccups, gritting her teeth as she pulls away from me with a scowl.

"And you just fucking ruined it." And with that being said, she waves me off and disappears into the crowd.

My arms drop to my sides, and I feel my shoulders deflating at the loss of her body.

I didn't mean to make her feel uncomfortable—what I said, I meant it in a friend's kind of way—that it would be nice to be friends with one another without anyone in our school seeing us—okay, maybe not so true.

I go to the couch filled with stoners and blush upon seeing one of them reach out a joint to me. I shake my head, lean against one of the walls, and sigh.

This is turning out to be pretty boring.

I thought me and Hanni would have a free time together, but I guess I did kind of ruin it even if what I said was purely out of my feelings for her and nothing like hers where she's keeping it locked.

I'm brought out of my depressing thoughts when Hanni walks back to me with another red solo cup.

She offers it to me and I pout at her, wondering if she'll ever stop being mean to me.