Her Bully | BBANGSAZ

S I X T Y E I G H T

M I N J I
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Hanni opens the back door, and I place my stuff in. I'm about to step inside when Hanni stops me by holding my wrist.

I feel a jolt run through my skin as I twist my neck to face her.

"Don't you want to sit on the passenger's side?" she asks, letting go of my hand. "You might be cramped with all your—uh, bags."

I hum and nod my head, stepping out as I open the door in front and climb in. A minute later, Hanni climbs in and turns on the engine.

As she steps on the pedal, I widen my eyes and spread my arms out, stopping her from going any further.

She stares at me, and I look back at her with an open mouth.

"You're driving," I mumble, teeth chattering slightly. "Hanni, you're driving," I say again with more intent in my voice.

Why is she driving?

Hanni chuckles and puts my hand away, driving forward as I grip the edge of my seat in worry.

What if her accident happens again?

Oh god, I'd love to die with Hanni because that's great, but—not this young.

She side-eyes me as we pass by some shops and chuckles. I whip my head to face her and frown.

"What's so funny?" I grunt, tilting my head to the side. "You're driving; that's not a laughing matter." I whine, glancing at the window to see that we've passed by a park. I close my eyes to relax myself.

"Hanni, I think—"

Hanni reaches a hand out and pats my thigh comfortingly, sending shock waves all over my body as I gasp and point at her one-hand steering.

"Grab the wheel with two hands, Hanni, or I will jump out of this car." I miss the way she smiles all of a sudden.

"Min," Hanni starts, her chuckles not dying as we come to a stop in front of the traffic light. "Don't worry, I've gotten over my fear of driving now." She tells me, smiling at me briefly before it turns into a cute pout.

"Wait, you never told me where you live," she states, rolling her eyes as she taps on the steering wheel. "No wonder I was asking myself why I was bringing you back to my home."

I blush lightly as I look at her, arching an eyebrow.

"You sure we won't be dying?" I ask, clearing my throat.

Hanni nods, licking her lips.

"Positively sure, Min." She assures me with a laugh.

"And you were bringing me to your house?" I question, smirking playfully at her as she flushes a deep shade of red.

"I-I got sidetracked," she reasons, nibbling on her lower lip as she side-eyes me when the stoplight turns green.

I giggle and decide not to tease her as I point to the right turn.

"You're actually on the way, just turn right and I'm there already." I whisper, missing the way Hanni's breath hitches when I get too close.

She nods and turns the wheel like an expert, making me smile inwardly.

"What made you drive again?" I ask, tapping my chin in curiosity. "I'd actually like to think St. Louis is perfect for you because everything is somewhat within walking distance and, uh—people love to walk here."

Hanni grins and snickers a bit.

"Funny right? I move to the land where walking is the norm and end up driving." She says, shaking her head in amusement. "Damn that Minjeong for doing this to me."