Enchanted (Bbangsaz)

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The Calvin Klein set buzzed with energy as Minji stood in front of the mirror, her denim jacket draped perfectly over her shoulders. The stylist made minor adjustments to her hair while the photographer gave final directions. Minji's face remained composed, her professionalism unwavering, but every now and then, her eyes flickered to her phone resting on the makeup counter.

It lit up with a notification, and Minji subtly leaned over to check. A voice note from Hanni. She tapped play, her heart warming at the sound of Hanni's voice. 

"Minji-yah, I just realized how bad I am at this dance break—like, Danielle's looking at me like I've got two left feet today. Anyway, I'm sending you this so you can laugh at me later. Miss you."

Minji couldn't help the soft smile tugging at her lips as she typed a quick reply. "You're probably just overthinking it, babe. Don't trip on stage, okay? Miss you too."

In Seoul, the studio was alive with energy as Hanni worked on the finishing touches for her new song. She leaned over the soundboard, fine-tuning the track's balance while humming along to the melody. Her mind was a mix of focus and nostalgia—every lyric, every chord was tied to her recent trip to New York and, more importantly, to Minji.

The studio door creaked open, but Hanni didn't look up, assuming it was one of her team members. That was until a familiar voice broke through.

"You busy writing bangers or missing your girlfriend?"

Hanni glanced up and grinned. "What are you doing here?"

Danielle plopped onto the couch with all the grace of a tornado, tossing her bag aside. "Had to come see my favorite pop star-slash-bestie. Also, I heard a little rumor that you're working on something juicy. Thought I'd bless you with my expert opinion."

"Expert opinion? You mean unsolicited commentary," Hanni teased, adjusting the mic stand. "But fine, since you're here—wanna hear it?"

"Hell yeah," Danielle said, kicking her feet up on the coffee table. "Play me the goods."

Hanni grabbed her guitar and strummed a few chords, her voice soft as she began to sing. The lyrics poured out, raw and full of emotion, her voice carrying all the warmth and longing she felt. By the time she finished, Danielle sat there in stunned silence.

"That..." Danielle started, blinking. "...was beautiful."

Hanni smirked. "You're just saying that because you're my best friend."

"No, I mean it. It's giving 'I'm head-over-heels, madly in love, can't-live-without-you' energy." Danielle's grin turned wicked. "And you totally wrote it because you got some good good in New York, didn't you?"

Hanni rolled her eyes, setting the guitar aside. "You're going there now? Seriously?"

"C'mon, Hanni," Danielle teased, leaning forward. "Don't act like I can't tell. You've got that post-good-sex glow written all over you. The song is practically screaming, 'My girlfriend rocked my world.' Spill."

Hanni tilted her head, pretending to consider it. "What's to spill? I mean, the trip was incredible..."

"Oh my God, I knew it!" Danielle cackled. "Did y'all book a fancy hotel suite? Rose petals? Champagne?"

"Not exactly," Hanni said, smirking. "But I can tell you about the oral sex—"

"NOPE!" Danielle shot up from her seat, hands flying to her ears. "I did NOT sign up for this!"

Hanni leaned back, grinning mischievously. "Wait, I thought you wanted to know. Don't you wanna hear how she—"

"STOP IT RIGHT NOW!" Danielle yelled, her face bright red. "I'M SORRY I ASKED!"