Her Bully | BBANGSAZ

F I F T Y N I N E

M I N J I
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"You and your dad think you're both so sneaky," my mom says as she enters the kitchen, her boots clinking against the cold tiles as I peer up at her through my book.

Confused, I close the text and stare at her.

"Sorry?" I ask, wondering what she meant.

She rolls her eyes, crosses her arms, and frowns at me.

"Hanni and her gifts? Really?"

I gulp and avoid her eyes, nibbling on my lower lip nervously as I play with the spine of my history book. She wasn't supposed to find out.

"I couldn't just throw it away," I try reasoning, sighing when my mom shakes her head at me in disappointment. "If it makes you feel any better, she only gave me two things, and that's it."

She leans back on the sink and narrows her eyes at me.

"What would make me feel better is if you'd not have any kind of interaction with her at all," she corrects me, pointing a finger. "Just wait for your dad; he's going to hear it from me so bad." She grunts, sticking her tongue out at me as I chuckle.

"He ain't getting no pussy from me either."

I throw my hands up to cover my ears as I slide out of the stool and walk away from her, groaning.

"Oh god, I didn't have to hear that," I whine, peeking back at her as she laughs.

I'm just about to reach the staircase when the doorbell rings. My eyebrows furrow together as I take a step towards it before my mom's skidding out of the kitchen, pointing a finger at me to stop.

My lips crack into an amused smile as I watch her eye me with caution.

"Don't even think about getting near that door," she hisses, making me laugh. I cock my hip to the side and grin.

"Okay, and who is going to open the door?" I ask in my humming voice, twirling a lock of hair between my fingers.

She shrugs her shoulders, smirking. "Leave it," she smoothly replies, causing my jaw to drop.

"You cannot be serious," I say, narrowing my eyes at her.

She taps her chin and nods again.

"Yup, I'm dead serious. No one's opening the door," she clucks her tongue and walks near the stairs, craning her head to the side as she screams, "As in no one, honey. If you go out, you stay out."

I can almost imagine my dad hopelessly closing the master bedroom's door and sulking to his bed.

Dad grew to like seeing Hanni doing these sweet gestures to me; he thinks it's amusing and he understands where she's coming from because he used to do that when Mom was pissed at him. So, in other words, he's helping the sad wolf.

Mom brings her attention back to me and holds her hips in a high manner.

"You heard me, Minji. If someone opens that damn door—you know what's coming," she taunts with a perfectly raised eyebrow, daring me to move as she walks back inside the kitchen and turns on the stove.

I roll my eyes and take one step on the stairs, biting my lower lip nervously as I stare at the closed front door. Grunting, I mentally slap myself and walk all the way up to my room, locking it shut as I jump on my bed.

Flicking through my messages on my phone, I suddenly stop at the inbox I have with Hanni. Her last text to me was during that awful night; well, the last text came from me, but still—whatever.

I growl and grit my teeth together, exiting the app as I scroll through my photos, scowling when I realize most of them are of Hanni or Hanni and me together.

A knock on my bedroom door stops me from ripping my phone's wires out of its mechanical data. I face the now open crack and smile when my dad enters with a pout on his face.

Seriously, he could be the mother of this family.

"Hey Dad, what's up?" I greet him, giggling as he ruffles his messy hair.

"Your mom," he replies, jutting out his lower lip. "She didn't let me touch her."

My jaw drops and I grab the pillow behind me, throwing it directly towards him as he snickers and runs out of my room with fast steps. Mom probably dared him to say that just so he can have his way with her. Oh god, gross.

I stick my tongue out in disdain when something catches my eye. I look out to my balcony's window and gasp when it starts to rain, and a heavy one too.

I run to look out and sigh when I see Hanni standing by the porch, hugging her body tightly as she starts to get really wet. And no, not in a wanky way.

My staring contest with her limp figure gets blurry when my window starts to fog. I try to wipe it away with the hem of my sleeve, but it just gets worse. What's more confusing is the fact Hanni's still out there, not moving at all.

I shake my head and push myself away from the sight of her, pacing around my room with my fingers holding my chin. I should probably text her, tell her to go away before she gets a really bad cold.

Maybe I'll call Ryujin and tell her to pick Hanni up—oh, who am I kidding? I don't even have Ryujin's number.

Chewing on my lower lip, I go back to the window and slap my face when Hanni's still standing there, head ducked down.

I may not like her right now, but that doesn't mean I'm a complete bitch. So, with a frustrating groan, I run out of my room, grab the umbrella we keep in the stacks, and hurriedly walk to Hanni's side.

I'm panting as droplets of rain hit some portions of my body.

I cannot believe she stayed under this cold weather for that long. Well—I guess I can say the same for myself since I slept through the rain during that night.

I cover Hanni's body with the umbrella and shiver when I realize I gave her more space underneath.

She slowly looks up at me and I notice her face drenched not only with rain but with tears as well.

Averting my eyes, I clear my throat.

"Here, you can borrow," I huff, licking my lips as I scrunch my nose up when I feel my back getting damp.

I'm about to turn away and leave her with the umbrella she blindly took in her own fingers when she grabs my wrist and spins me around, making me slip due to the wet ground and accidentally clutch her sides, our faces getting close to each other.

Hanni stares deeply into my eyes, and I want nothing more than to get—the hell—away from her.

So, I grit my teeth and close my eyes, removing myself from her piercing gaze.

"Let go," I hiss, clenching my fists.

She chuckles lowly, and it pisses me off.

"I would, but I'm not holding you," she whispers, nudging my cheek with her nose as I discover the fact that I'm actually holding her and not vice versa, so I push her off me and gulp when the rain hits my entire body.

Hanni's eyes widen and she goes to bring the umbrella under me again, but I hold a hand up to stop her. Guess I'm getting sick again and for the same reason too.

"Don't—" I plead, shaking my head as my dark hair gets heavy with how damp it's becoming.

"Just go, Hanni—please," I sigh, wiping some water off my cheeks as I spin on my toes and walk back inside my house, ignoring the way I see my parents peeking from the kitchen door.

"Min," Hanni says in a soft voice, and even through this tough weather, I can still hear her clearly. I wait for her to say something, but no, she doesn't let anything else come out of her mouth.

So, I deflate my shoulders in disappointment and close my door, locking it shut. My head falls on the mahogany wooden piece that's separating me from seeing Hanni's face, and I choke out a sob.