Enchanted (Bbangsaz)

19

Minji and Hanni had decided to have lunch in one of Hanni's favorite, more private spots, far from the bustling streets and prying eyes. It was a cozy little café tucked away on a quiet street, the kind that only locals knew about. As soon as they stepped inside, the soft hum of conversation and the smell of freshly brewed coffee enveloped them. It was perfect for their needs—quiet, intimate, and completely free from interruptions.

They settled into a corner booth, their seats facing each other, and Hanni immediately kicked off the conversation with a playful smirk. "So, what's your ideal lunch? I'm thinking something light, you know, maybe a salad or something boring," she teased.

Minji wrinkled her nose. "Salad? Seriously? You want to bore me to death with leaves?"

Hanni leaned back with a chuckle. "I know you'd rather have something indulgent, but we both know you're obsessed with your gym routine. Maybe the salad's the safer bet."

Minji raised an eyebrow, her lips curling into a sly grin. "That's why you like my body, right? You want me to keep that good shape." She leaned in slightly, her voice dropping low and teasing.

Hanni's eyes widened, and she blushed. "Oh, stop. Don't get all cocky on me." She shifted in her seat, clearly flustered, but still trying to hold her ground.

Minji smirked, her eyes glinting with mischief. "So, that means you like my ass, huh?" Her words were smooth, confident, almost daring.

Hanni immediately choked on her water, her face turning a deep shade of red. "What?!" she sputtered, wiping her mouth. "I—You're impossible."

"Don't worry," Minji continued, her voice dropping to a whisper as she leaned closer. "Yours isn't bad either. Do you remember...?" She nipped playfully at Hanni's ear, the action sending a shiver down Hanni's spine.

Hanni froze, the memories flashing in her mind like a movie reel. That moment when Minji had been close enough to kiss her and had playfully squeezed her ass. Her heart raced as she looked at Minji, who was now watching her with amusement in her eyes.

"Oh my god!" Hanni groaned, covering her face in embarrassment. "You're really killing me here."

Minji chuckled, her eyes softening with affection. "Just admit it. You like it when I tease you." She winked playfully, her hand brushing against Hanni's under the table.

"Okay, okay, you win," Hanni mumbled, trying to hide her blush. "But seriously, let's just eat before you make me combust."

They laughed together, the lighthearted banter easing the tension, and for a moment, it felt like nothing else in the world mattered. But as the laughter settled, their conversation shifted to deeper, more personal topics. They talked about everything from childhood memories to their favorite hobbies, the conversation flowing smoothly as they enjoyed their time together.

As their meal came to an end, the two of them decided to take a walk. Hand in hand, they strolled through the quiet streets, their footsteps light and in sync with each other. There was something so natural about it—about being with each other, in their own little world.

Hanni led Minji to her studio, a space that was as much an extension of her as her heart was. She took a deep breath before looking at Minji, her eyes softening. "I've been thinking a lot about us," she confessed, her voice quiet. "About where we're going."

Minji turned to face her, her fingers brushing Hanni's as they stood together in the studio. "Me too," she said, her voice low and serious. "I don't care what anyone says. But I want our privacy. I want us to figure this out, without anyone getting in the way."

Hanni smiled softly, a quiet understanding passing between them. "Same," she whispered, then leaned in to kiss Minji. The kiss was tender, soft, a promise of something deeper—something more meaningful.