Over the next few months, Hanni’s life revolved entirely around Minji. The boundaries between who she was and who Minji wanted her to be blurred until Hanni barely recognized herself. But somehow, that didn’t matter anymore. All she cared about was Minji—what Minji thought, what Minji wanted, and most of all, Minji’s affection. That affection had become like oxygen for Hanni. She craved it, constantly seeking Minji’s approval, desperate for any scrap of attention.
Minji, of course, noticed. She had seen how Hanni had grown more dependent on her, more attached, and it only made her smile. She liked having Hanni cling to her, needing her in every way possible. It gave her a sense of control, and Minji thrived on that. She no longer had to manipulate or gaslight Hanni as aggressively as before. Now, a simple glance or a cold shoulder was enough to keep Hanni desperate for her attention. The psychological hold Minji had over Hanni was almost complete.
And Hanni didn’t mind. If anything, she welcomed it. She had fallen so deeply into this cycle of dependence that she no longer questioned it. She had convinced herself that this was love—true love. The only kind of love she could ever deserve. Minji had told her as much, and Hanni believed every word.
Minji had been busy with work recently, leaving Hanni at home more often than not. The absence of Minji’s warmth was suffocating. Hanni felt restless, empty, like something vital was missing whenever Minji wasn’t around. She tried to pass the time by cleaning the apartment, cooking, or reading, but nothing seemed to fill the void. She missed Minji so much that it physically hurt.
One evening, Minji finally came home after what felt like an eternity. Hanni was sitting on the couch, her knees drawn to her chest, waiting anxiously. The door clicked open, and the moment Minji walked in, Hanni’s heart leaped with relief. She shot up from the couch and hurried to her side.
“You’re back!” Hanni’s voice was soft, filled with eagerness. She leaned in, hoping for a hug, but Minji stepped past her, tossing her jacket onto a chair.
“I’ve been thinking,” Minji said, her tone casual but carrying an undercurrent of something darker. She didn’t look at Hanni right away, instead pouring herself a glass of water. “We’re going to do something together.”
Hanni’s eyes lit up at the word “together.” She hadn’t realized how starved she had been for Minji’s attention until that moment. She followed Minji into the kitchen like a shadow. “What is it?” she asked, her voice laced with anticipation.
Minji turned around, a sly smile curling at the edges of her lips. “We’re going to steal something. Again.”
Hanni’s heart skipped a beat, not out of fear or hesitation, but out of excitement. She didn’t even flinch at the idea. The last time they had stolen something, Hanni had been nervous, unsure, but now? Now, she would do anything to be close to Minji. If stealing meant being by Minji’s side, sharing that rush with her, then she was more than willing.
“When?” Hanni asked, her voice almost too eager.
Minji’s smile widened. She stepped closer, placing her hand on Hanni’s cheek, her thumb brushing across her skin with an almost possessive touch. “Tomorrow night. We’re going to hit a bigger place this time, but I know we’ll do just fine.”
Hanni leaned into the touch, her body shivering at the warmth she had been craving for so long. The emptiness she had felt all day was starting to melt away now that Minji was paying attention to her again. Stealing didn’t seem like a crime to Hanni anymore; it was just another way to be close to Minji, another way to prove her loyalty.
“Of course,” Hanni whispered. “I’ll do whatever you need me to.”
Minji’s grin turned predatory, her fingers trailing down to Hanni’s chin, tilting her face up so that their eyes met. “I knew you would.”
The following day passed in a haze of anticipation. Hanni barely ate or slept, her thoughts consumed by the upcoming heist and, more importantly, by the fact that she would be spending time with Minji again. The simple act of being near her was intoxicating enough to make Hanni agree to anything. She barely even noticed how her anxiety had transformed into blind devotion.
When night finally fell, Minji was ready. She dressed in all black, her demeanor calm and focused. Hanni watched her, mimicking her every move, feeling a rush of adrenaline course through her veins. She had never felt so alive. Being part of something with Minji made her feel important, like she had a purpose.
They slipped out into the night, moving through the darkened streets like shadows. Minji had chosen their target carefully—a wealthy neighborhood on the outskirts of the city. The house they were going to rob was isolated, and Minji assured Hanni that there would be no one home.
As they approached the house, Minji handed Hanni a small flashlight. “You’re going to keep watch while I get inside. Make sure no one’s around. Can you do that?”
Hanni nodded, her heart pounding in her chest, not from fear but from excitement. “Of course. I’ll do whatever you need.”
Minji smiled, pleased with the response, and without another word, she slipped away into the shadows, disappearing toward the house.
Hanni stood at her post, her eyes scanning the street, her body tense with anticipation. She felt a strange mix of exhilaration and longing. Every fiber of her being was tuned into Minji, waiting for her to return, to tell her that everything had gone perfectly. She wanted nothing more than to hear Minji say that she had done a good job, that she had made her proud.
After what felt like an eternity, Minji emerged from the darkness, carrying a small bag. She moved quickly, her expression calm and confident. “Let’s go,” she whispered, grabbing Hanni’s hand and pulling her along.
They ran through the quiet streets, their hearts pounding in unison. Hanni could feel the adrenaline coursing through her veins, but more than that, she felt the warmth of Minji’s hand in hers. That simple touch was all she needed to know that everything was worth it.
When they finally made it back to their apartment, Minji dumped the bag onto the floor, revealing a stash of expensive jewelry and cash. Hanni’s eyes widened at the sight, but her focus wasn’t on the loot—it was on Minji. She watched as Minji smiled, a look of satisfaction crossing her face.
“You did good,” Minji said, turning to Hanni. “You stayed calm, you did exactly what I asked. I’m proud of you.”
Those words hit Hanni like a drug. She had been waiting for them, craving them, and now that she had them, she felt like she was floating. A smile spread across her face, and she stepped closer to Minji, her heart racing.
“Thank you,” Hanni whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. “I just want to make you happy.”
Minji’s eyes softened slightly, and for a moment, there was a glimmer of something genuine in her gaze. She reached out, pulling Hanni into a tight embrace. “You do, Hanni. You make me very happy.”
Hanni melted into the embrace, feeling the weight of the world lift off her shoulders. Minji’s words were all that mattered. She had done what Minji asked, and now she had Minji’s approval. Nothing else mattered. Not the theft, not the moral lines they had crossed—just Minji.
As they stood there, wrapped in each other’s arms, Hanni felt an overwhelming sense of devotion. She would follow Minji anywhere, do anything for her. Whatever Minji wanted, Hanni would gladly give.
She had long since stopped questioning whether it was right or wrong. In her mind, it was simple: Minji was her world, and she was willing to do whatever it took to keep her.
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GASLIGHTER // BBANGSAZ
Fanfic//GASLIGHTER// a person who manipulates people/ individual psychologically such that they question their own sanity. _
