off the record [bbangsaz]

3. forbidden desire is cherished in secrecy, like a bittersweet symphony

hot.

thats all minji felt waking up in the morning.

hot.

throwing the comforter off her body, she groggily stretched her muscles on the bed until she laid flat. staring up at the glowing neon stars of the ceiling.

it's now wednesday. a few days since she's last seen or heard from her old babysitter. and minji can't understand why—

okay, maybe she could.

it was kind of obvious.

pessimism aside, she could definitely tell hanni was avoiding her at all cost.

the student did see her neighbor coming home after her personal outings from her one-way window, but she always closed the curtains out of dejection before she looked any further.

minji didn't think it would be like this.

she knew the consequences of their actions the second it went down, but at the same time, she didn't understand her ex-babysitter who even initiated it first. it's both of their faults. but why was she the one being ignored?

minji felt goosebumps rise over her skin thinking back on the events of her birthday party. how hanni was so needy and submissive to her every touch. how their tongues battled and skin slapped against each other when her aching cock went deep inside her suctioning warmth—

fuck, minji...not right now.

before her little buddy could arouse, minji languidly got out of bed and did her morning routine.

after she brushed her teeth and took a long cold shower, she walked down the empty halls to her kitchen. getting herself a glass of milk along with a piece of toast.

she drank the comforting beverage in silence before a knock sounded from her front door.

minji inquisitively walked with the glass still in hand, turning the knob to a package outside on the door mat.

she inquiringly looked up and viewed the mailman give a farewell wave before driving off in his van. minji curiously picked up the box with her free-hand, and inspected the forwarding address to a location in france.

her parents.

minji's expression turned sour, and it definitely wasn't from the milk. before she could go back inside, she caught a glimpse of hanni in a black button-up and pencil skirt making her way to her car. going to her first day of her new job as talked about the night of the party.

ah...

there go the random butterflies again...

minji wasn't sure if hanni saw her staring from her car, but even so, minji gulped down the last of her milk and made her way back in her house, placing the package on top of her couch to open at a later date.

she doesn't have time to open that right now.

she has to get ready for school after all...

***

an easy way for minji to maintain her straight A average was always arriving at her campus on time—as attendance was a very big part of her grade. she came so early, in fact, that she was normally the first student to come greet the teachers as soon as they walked through the door themselves. even turning in her homework early while getting her notes ready until the lecture started.

today however...almost everyone seemed to be on the same 'arriving early' schedule as her.

when she finally got to her campus hallway, minji saw there was a big commotion outside of mr. jeo's classroom. along with an abundance of people waiting around the halls until the door opened.