The Devil's Pact | BBANGSAZ

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"Whatever, you don't know anything about me," Hanni stated as Minji rolled off her and onto the bed. She was exhausted from their intense sexual workout.

Minji placed her hands behind her head and nodded. "I know more than you think, Hanni Pham. Born in 1999. Lived here your whole life. You attended North Lincoln High School and Martin Community College. You've been working for your father since you were thirteen. You've had one girlfriend and were pretty much a loner. Oh, and you can't stay away from my dick. Anything else I missed?"

Hanni scoffed. "Oh please, I can keep away. I am a lesbian, for God's sake. The idea of your dick doesn't fascinate me..."

"So what does?"

"You don't have it in you to give it to me," Hanni challenged.

"Try me." Minji had a clear idea of what Hanni was referring to, and that piqued her interest. She watched as Hanni's form flushed, and a pink blush crept up the skin around her neck.

But Hanni quickly shrugged off the feeling and changed the subject.

"And besides, I don't have a criminal record, so how did you pull all of that?"

"I have people who keep me well-informed," Minji added.

"Still doesn't mean you know me, though. And what about you?"

"What about me?"

"Tell me something about you."

"Kim Minji. I'm a successful businesswoman. End of story."

"How about something I don't already know?" Hanni said, wrapping the covers over her naked body.

Minji pondered for a while and then added, "I remember you from when I went to visit your father that day in his restaurant. You were wearing that burgundy shirt and short, tight khaki shorts. Yeah, yeah, I checked you out. You looked like a deer in headlights when I glanced at you."

Hanni didn't believe Minji. She couldn't have remembered her. Hanni had barely gotten a glimpse of her that day before Minji entered the kitchen with her scared father.

"Was my hair up or down?" Hanni quizzed.

"It was down, and you had it pushed away from your face with a headband or whatever they're called," Minji answered.

Hanni couldn't believe it. How the hell could Minji remember that? She had remembered Minji, but it wasn't every day that you got a woman like Kim Minji walking into your restaurant. Maybe Minji was just really observant because she had barely spared a glance at Hanni then.

"Are you leaving tonight?" Minji heard Hanni ask in a small voice as she bent down to pick up her shirt. She looked at Hanni, wrapped in her sheets. Minji tried not to stay over too often to avoid giving Hanni the wrong impression, but some nights, she was so exhausted she couldn't help it. Minji thought Hanni didn't care either way, but her look was hopeful. Did Hanni want her to stay? Minji knew they had been getting along, but she still doubted that Hanni actually wanted her company. Minji thought Hanni more or less tolerated it.

"Do you want me to?" Minji asked.

Hanni slid the sheets above her breasts until they reached her chin. She slowly nodded her head. She did want Minji to spend the night. She watched as Minji stared at her for a moment, as if deciding what to do. Then Minji dropped the shirt and flopped back onto the bed.

Hanni knew not to expect any type of cuddling, but just knowing Minji was there and not running out made her feel less like... well, less of an 'arrangement.'

"Goodnight," Hanni whispered to Minji. She hugged her pillow, not really expecting a response. Minji didn't like anything sentimental. But as she was scooting into her sleeping position, she heard Minji say it.