Me? Obsessed? | Bbangsaz Au

Drop the act.

Minji POV:

I had to play this just right. Meeting Hanni again after everything was... exhilarating, but I couldn't let her know just how much. If she even had a clue about what I had been up to behind the scenes, she might bolt, and I couldn't afford that. Not when we were so close. Sitting on the bench outside the library, I took a deep breath and smoothed out my sweater. Just natural. Easy. Like I wasn't the one who'd been leaving her unsettling notes, like I hadn't watched her every move for months.

Hanni rounded the corner, and for a brief moment, my heart raced. The smile on her face flickered, like she wasn't sure how to greet me. I stood up and waved shyly, offering the same soft, innocent smile I'd always practiced in the mirror. Nothing too eager, nothing that would give me away.

"Hey," I said quietly, making sure my voice sounded as timid as possible.

Hanni hesitated for a moment before returning the greeting, her eyes scanning me as if she were searching for something. It was subtle, but I could feel it—she was disappointed. Disappointed? Why?

Did she know I was a liar?

We made small talk, but I could tell something was off. Her responses were shorter, her eyes distant, as if she was waiting for something that wasn't coming. The conversation felt... forced, like she expected me to do something I didn't know about. Or at least, something she didn't think I was capable of.

We walked around campus, finding an empty spot to sit under a tree. I laughed awkwardly at her jokes, fidgeting nervously like I always did in her presence. I could see her getting frustrated, almost agitated, as if my nervousness didn't satisfy whatever she was craving.

But I couldn't let her know I noticed. That would break the illusion. I needed to keep her on edge, make her doubt her own instincts.

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Hanni POV:

This couldn't be it.

Minji was so... normal. Too normal. The girl I'd been watching for months couldn't possibly be this shy, this reserved. She had stalked me, she had watched me, she had to be just like me. I wasn't wrong about her. There was no way. I glanced over at her as she nervously tucked a piece of hair behind her ear, her cheeks flushing pink when I caught her eye. She looked so innocent, so sweet, but I knew there had to be something darker lurking beneath the surface. Why was she hiding it?

I had been *sure* that the notes were from her. The timing, the handwriting—it all matched up. And yet, here she was, pretending like she didn't have a clue. She was *acting* like she didn't know me at all beyond our study sessions. But I knew better.

She was hiding it. Denying that part of herself. Trying to push it down like it didn't exist.Well, if she wasn't going to embrace it, then I'd have to help her. I'd bring that side of her out, no matter what it took.

I leaned in closer, letting my hand brush against hers for just a second. "You know, you're really good at bio," I said with a smile that I hoped looked genuine. "I don't know why you need tutoring. You seem to get it just fine."

Minji blushed, biting her lip in that shy way of hers. "I—I guess I just... get nervous. Around you, I mean."

The confession was cute, but I couldn't help feeling irritated. I wanted more. I wanted her to confess something deeper, darker, to admit that she'd been watching me too. But all I got was more of the same. Fine. If she was going to keep hiding, then I'd push her out into the open. I'd make her realize there was no point in pretending anymore. I smiled sweetly, masking the frustration boiling beneath my skin.

"Well, I'll just have to help you with that, won't I?" I said, my tone light, but the intent behind it anything but innocent.

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Minji POV:

The look in her eyes had changed. Subtle, but there. I had sensed it before, but now, as we sat side by side, it was even more palpable. She was growing impatient with me disappointed, even. 

But why?

Did she expect me to be someone else?

Did she want me to really be me? 

A smile tugged at the corners of my lips, hidden behind the mask I wore so well. Oh, if only she knew. Hanni baby, I'm not just some clueless girl. I know what you are trying to do. 

But I was already playing. I was already three steps ahead of her.

I watched her as she leaned in closer, her hand brushing against mine in what she probably thought was a casual gesture. 

It wasn't. 

I could feel the intensity behind it, the desire to push me further, to make me slip. 

I wouldn't.

"Thank you for helping me," I whispered, my voice soft and sincere. "It really means a lot."

Her eyes narrowed just slightly, and I could see the cogs turning in her mind. She was getting frustrated with my innocence, my inability to match her intensity. Little did she know, it was all an act. I was the one controlling this narrative.

But let her think she had the upper hand. Let her believe she could drag me into her world.

Only when the time was right I'd join.

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Hanni POV:

I watched her closely, trying to find a crack in her perfect facade. She was too composed, too innocent. It made me furious. She had to be hiding something. The girl I had been following all this time couldn't be this clueless.

I leaned back, crossing my arms as I studied her, watching the way her fingers fidgeted with the hem of her sweater, the way she avoided eye contact just long enough to seem nervous. She was good at this, I had to admit. But I wasn't fooled.

No, I'd bring it out of her. I'd make her show me her true self.

If she wasn't going to give it to me willingly, I'd force her hand.

"I'll see you tomorrow," I said, standing up and brushing the dirt off my jeans. Minji nodded, her shy smile never wavering.

As I walked away, I felt my heartbeat quicken. The thrill of the hunt, the knowledge that I was so close to breaking through her walls, it was intoxicating. If she wanted to hide her true self, fine. I'd just have to go deeper, get closer.

And when I finally dragged her out into the open, we'd be perfect for each other. 

No more pretending.