Me? Obsessed? | Bbangsaz Au

Kiss me.

Minji POV:

"Miss me?" she asks, her voice soft but dripping with menace.

"You came," I say, voice low, trying to sound in control. But the truth is, I've been waiting for this moment, for her to come to me.

Hanni steps inside without a word, brushing past me, the tension crackling in the air. The door clicks shut behind her, locking us in together.

I can feel the weight of her stare as I follow her into the living room. My heart beats faster. I've wanted this for so long—her here, in my space, under my control. But now that she's here, something in the air feels different. Darker. Heavier.

She sits down on the edge of the couch, her fingers tapping lightly against her knees, an erratic rhythm that matches the erratic pulse pounding in my chest. Her silence is unnerving, and I realize I don't know what she's thinking. Not entirely. Not anymore.

"So," I start, sitting down across from her, keeping the table between us. A barrier, even if it feels flimsy. "You came to talk?"

Hanni's eyes meet mine, and there's that glint again—the one that's been there since the café. The one that says she's not going to back down this time. Her lips curl, just slightly.

"You really think I'd stay away after what we talked about?" she says, her voice low, smooth. Her gaze sharpens, cutting through the space between us. "I'm not letting you off that easily."

I can't help the thrill that runs through me. Hanni isn't scared. She isn't backing down.

"Good," I say softly, leaning forward, my own smile creeping up. "I wouldn't want you to."

We stare at each other for a moment, the silence thick with everything unspoken. I want to pull her closer, want to tear down whatever's left between us until there's nothing but our raw, obsessive selves. But I also want to savor this, the way the tension winds tighter and tighter.

Hanni's hand twitches, her fingers gripping the edge of the couch. She's the first to speak again.

"Do you even realize how obsessed I've been with you, Minji?" Her words come out in a whisper, barely controlled, but there's no fear in them. No hesitation. "I've been watching you for months, waiting, trying to figure you out. But now... now it's like I don't even care how twisted this is. I want you."

My heart pounds, and my skin prickles. She's saying the words I've been dying to hear, the ones I've imagined over and over again in my head. But hearing them out loud, raw and real, it's almost too much. Almost.

"And you think I'm going to let you go now?" I laugh, leaning back in my chair, feeling the power shift between us like a live wire. "I've known from the start. I've known everything, Hanni. And you know what? I don't care either."

Her eyes widen slightly at my words, a flash of something, excitement, relief, something darker, crosses her face. It's addicting.

"I'm not letting you go, Hanni," I say, voice dropping lower. "Even if you think this is strange, or if it scares you... I don't care. You're mine. You've been mine from the moment you started watching me."

Hanni doesn't flinch. Instead, her expression softens, something in her eyes glowing. She leans forward, closing the distance between us, her breath ghosting over my lips.

"You have no idea how long I've wanted to hear that," she whispers, her lips brushing mine but not quite touching. "How long I've been waiting for you to admit that you're just as obsessed with me."

Her words send a shock through me, my whole body reacting. I grab her wrist, pulling her toward me, until our faces are just inches apart.

"I've never wanted anything else," I whisper back, my voice rough. "You're mine, Hanni. And I'm yours."

"Just kiss me already."

And then I kiss her.

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Hanni POV:

The moment my lips touch hers, it's like a fire ignites between us. It's not soft or gentle, it's hungry, desperate. I've wanted this for so long. The feel of her, the taste of her. She pulls me closer, her hands in my hair, nails scraping against my scalp in a way that sends a shiver down my spine.

I kiss her harder, losing myself in the heat of it, in the way her body fits against mine like she was always meant to be here. There's no space left between us now, no walls, no barriers. It's just us, tangled together, bound by something far darker than love.

When we finally break apart, we're both breathless, staring at each other with wild eyes. I can feel my heart racing, can feel her pulse under my fingers as I hold her close.

"You're insane," I whisper, a small smile playing on my lips. "But so am I."

Minji laughs softly, her fingers tracing along my jaw. "We're perfect for each other, then."

I pull her into another kiss, softer this time, but no less intense. We've both shown our true selves now, and it feels like there's no going back. No pretending, no masks. Just this—our obsession, our need for each other, raw and twisted.

"I love you," I say quietly, almost a confession, the words slipping out before I can stop them.

Minji's eyes gleam, and she grips my chin, pulling me closer again.

"I love you too," she says, her voice low, possessive. "And I'm never letting you go."

I can feel the weight of her words, the dark promise behind them, and it only makes me love her more.

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Author's note:

Finally.