Her Bully | BBANGSAZ

S I X T Y F I V E

M I N J I
—

"F-Fuck, my head hurts," I whine, rubbing my sore eyelids as Ryujin chuckles beside me, placing a cup of tea by my bed and massaging my back.

"I think Giselle put too much something in my drink—I only drank two."

Ryujin rolls her eyes playfully.

"Oh please, you're just a lightweight," she teases, grinning as I flail my arms around, trying to smack her in the face but failing to do so.

"I feel like a garbage can," I go on, smacking my cheeks and stretching them wide, only to snap them back, groaning when it hurts. "Ow, why did I do that?"

Ryujin laughs loudly, making me cringe. She eyes me curiously and bites her lip.

"Okay, now I'm starting to think Giselle really did something to your drink also."

I click my tongue a couple of times, sticking it out when I taste something weird.

"What is that?" I ask, my voice sounding strange because of my tongue sticking out. "It tastes like sour cream mixed with cheese."

She sits up and gestures to the medicine wrapper beside my tea.

"I gave you some flavored aspirin," she mumbles simply, shrugging her shoulders. "Thought you'd like it better."

I flop down on the bed and curl up in the sheets, trying to make myself comfortable.

"That's gross, flavored aspirins? Really, Ryujin?"

She chuckles and leans down to fix my hair, smiling at me sweetly.

"I thought you liked being treated like a kid," she teases, winking.

"Kids don't drink aspirin, Ryujin," I reply smartly, jutting my lower lip in a pout. "That's like, underage."

Ryujin shakes her head and grins.

"God, how I love your words, Min, seriously, they make my day," she sighs, fluttering her eyelashes as she pats my back.

"So, now I'm going to leave you to your sleep because it's 9 AM and I can't be late for work," she tells me, almost walking out of the door when I remember something.

I shoot up in bed and regret it when my head starts to sting.

"Shit," I curse, rubbing my sore spot before making eye contact with her.

"W-Why did you tell Ahyeon to back off?" I ask, remembering last night. "What's wrong with dancing with her? I thought—" I grunt, licking my lips to get rid of that awful taste of a medicine tablet. "I thought you wanted me to look for some fun?"

Ryujin's eyes turn a shade darker as she grips hard on my door. Her veins are nearly popping as she clears her throat and forces a smile.

"I did tell you to have some fun, but trust me, Minji, Ahyeon is not the kind of fun you're looking for. She fucking ruined my friend, Han—" she says with venom in her voice, almost spitting out the words but deciding not to continue.

Sitting up more in bed, I shake my head.

"But I don't get it, she's really nice."

She stares at me with a pitying look, almost like she wishes I didn't think that way.

"You really think she's nice?" she asks, clicking her tongue as I subtly nod my head. "Well then, we're not in high school anymore, Minji—not anymore, not me, not you, and definitely not her," she hisses.