Me? Obsessed? | Bbangsaz Au

So what if I did?

Minji POV:

The text arrives late at night.

> Hanni: We need to talk.

A thrill of unease runs through me, but I push it down. I've been waiting for this. Waiting for her to confront me, to challenge me like she's been itching to do for weeks.

She thinks I've been slipping. Maybe I have. But if Hanni wants to play this game, she's about to realize she's not the only one with cards to reveal.

> Me: Where?

> Hanni: The cafe by your place. 9:00.

I glance at the clock. 8:15. I throw on a hoodie, take a final look at myself in the mirror. This is about control. I'm going to remind her who's in charge here.

The streets are quiet as I make my way to the cafe. It's too quiet. The kind of silence that crawls under your skin and makes you hyper-aware of your own thoughts. But my focus is singular. This isn't the end. It's just the beginning.

When I walk in, she's already there. Hanni's sitting in a dimly lit corner, her posture too relaxed, eyes too focused. Her presence is a coiled wire, waiting to snap. There's no innocence left in her gaze. Just a raw intensity.

I walk over, heart pounding, but I won't let her see that. Not yet.

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Hanni POV:

She finally shows up.

Minji looks calm, too calm. Like she's trying to convince herself she's still in control. It's cute, really. She has no idea. All this time, she thought she was watching me, studying me, but I've been watching her right back.

When she sits down, I don't bother with pleasantries. We're far past that.

"We need to talk," I say, voice flat.

She raises an eyebrow, trying to keep that little smirk of hers. "So talk."

"I know you've been stalking me," I say, leaning forward. "I've seen you outside my house. Watching me. Don't try to deny it."

Her smile doesn't falter, but her eyes do. For a moment, I see something flicker there. Surprise? Fear? No. It's something else.

"And what if I have?" she says, her voice quiet, but firm. "What about you, Pham? You think I haven't noticed you doing the same thing?"

My heart races. So, she knows. But instead of backing down, the corner of my lips curl into a smirk. "Yeah? So what if I did?"

Her expression changes, subtle, but there. She wasn't expecting this. Minji's always been the mastermind, always two steps ahead. But not tonight.

I lean in, my voice dropping to a whisper. "You think I didn't see you looking back at me? You think I haven't been watching you the whole time, Minji? You're not as sneaky as you think."

Her eyes narrow. "Neither are you," she shoots back, her voice low. "I knew from the beginning. I've let you play this little game because it's fun watching you squirm."

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Minji POV:

There it is. The crack in her facade.

But what unnerves me is how much she's enjoying this. The thrill that dances in her eyes. She's challenging me, and for the first time, I feel the shift in control. She's leaning into the insanity, embracing it. I wasn't expecting this.

She's just like me.

My heart pounds as I stare back at her. "You think you're in control now, don't you?" My voice is barely above a whisper. "But I've been watching you too, Hanni. I've known since the first night you stalked me."

Her eyes widen, but she doesn't flinch. She leans back, tilting her head with that same unsettling smile. "Oh, I know you have. And I let you."

The way she says it, like it's the most natural thing in the world, sends chills down my spine. But it's not fear that creeps through me. It's excitement. She's not denying it. She's reveling in it.

"What are we doing, Hanni?" I ask, leaning forward, my voice growing darker, more intimate. "Why are we pretending this isn't what it is? We're both obsessed. You know it. I know it."

Her breath hitches, and her pupils dilate just slightly.

"Yeah?" she whispers back, her voice almost shaking. "And what if I don't care? What if I like it, Minji?"

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Hanni POV:

This is it. The moment she finally drops the mask. The thrill surges through me, hotter than before. She's not hiding it anymore, and neither am I.

"I don't care if you watch me," I say, my voice low and deliberate. "In fact, I like knowing you're always there. Knowing you're obsessed with me." I pause, watching her reaction closely. "Because I'm obsessed with you too."

Minji's breathing quickens, her eyes widening slightly. But instead of recoiling, she leans in further, the space between us closing.

"I won't stop, Hanni," she says, her voice low and intense. "I won't let you go. No matter what you think, no matter how strange you find me, I'm not going anywhere."

My heart slams against my chest, adrenaline spiking through my veins. Her words should scare me, should make me run, but they don't. They ignite something even darker inside me.

I've always known. From the beginning, I've known we weren't normal. But normal is boring. What we have? It's real. It's raw.

"And you know what?" I say, voice barely a whisper. "I wouldn't have it any other way."

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Minji POV:

The look in her eyes is wild. Unhinged. But there's no fear, no hesitation. She wants this. Just like I do.

We're both too far gone.

"I'm not letting you go," I whisper, feeling the heat of her breath against mine. "You're mine, Hanni. Always."

"And you're mine," she replies, her voice shaking with intensity. "No one else can have you."

For a brief moment, the cafe around us seems to disappear. It's just us—two people too obsessed to care about how far they've fallen.

We're the same. Twisted. Obsessed. In love.

And there's no turning back.