Her Bully | BBANGSAZ

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M I N J I
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I'm drumming my fingers on the steering wheel of my car, waiting for Hanni as I sigh and sink back lower, trying not to think about her interview with the school newspaper.

It's nothing, it shouldn't be anything.

Hanni never said she likes me anyway.

Sure, we have a strong attraction towards each other, but it never got really deep.

Oh, who am I kidding? Hanni's just in denial.

I press the button to sync my phone to the car, and ironically, "HDD" comes into the playlist. I find myself pumping my fist to the beat when I'm shocked to see Hanni staring at me through the window of the passenger seat, obviously amused with a phone in hand.

She opens the door and climbs in, my jaw still down.

"Did you just video me?" I ask, flabbergasted.

She shrugs her shoulders and throws her bag in the back seat, leaning in to kiss me on the cheek as I blush and stare at her wide-eyed.

"Uhm, and what is that for?" I continue to ask questions, my mind blank.

That has never happened.

Hanni shrugs her shoulders yet again and straps her seatbelt in.

"Just because you're cute," she drawls, clucking her tongue before scrunching her face up.

"Oh gross, Ryujin's right. I am a sap." She huffs, and the mention of her name upsets me gravely.

I roll my eyes and turn on the engine.

"Are you okay?" Hanni asks as I peel out of the parking lot.

Subtly, I nod my head.

She doesn't buy it, though. "You don't seem okay."

I sigh and beep at a car passing way too close to me.

"Well, you know, today at practice was fun." She cheers, licking her dry lips as I continue to nod my head.

She tilts her head to the side.

"Did I do something wrong? I thought you were okay with me being that way on school grounds—" she mumbles lowly, almost scared to hear my reply.

I chew on my lower lip and sigh.

"No, it's nothing, Hanni. I'm just concentrating on the road."

That was totally a lie. The past few days with Hanni inside my car, we'd be belting out rock music or sobbing to sad ones, even singing to some Spice Girls.

But now it's different, it was so quiet.

And Hanni knows that. "Funny thing—the newspaper crew interviewed me today and—"

I sigh when I take a turn, passing by Yunjin's house.

"I know, I overheard you, Hanni."

In the corner of my eye, I see her cringe, probably because of the cold tone of my voice.

She slumps her shoulders down and hums.

"So that's why you're mad at me—Look, Min—Ryujin and I aren't a thing. She's just my best friend, I promise you." She reasons out, only five houses from her own home.

I side-eye her and pout.

"But you have a crush on her—" I whine, nibbling on my lower lip and cursing at myself.

I have no right to tell her this.

Hanni's jaw drops and her eyes sparkle with the realization of something.