Enchanted (Bbangsaz)

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The sunlight streamed lazily through the curtains, the warm glow bathing the living room as Hanni leaned back into the couch. Her hands nervously fidgeted with the hem of Minji's oversized shirt she was wearing, the soft fabric brushing against her thighs. She could still feel the warmth of Minji's gaze on her, lingering like a quiet storm.

"I should go," Hanni murmured, her voice soft but uncertain, as if trying to convince herself more than Minji. 

Minji, perched comfortably beside her, tilted her head with a smirk playing at her lips. "Oh? Why's that?" 

"I have a lot to do," Hanni tried to explain, straightening her posture. "You know... prepping for the next album and adjusting a few things for tour, organizing things..." 

Before she could finish, Minji's hand shot out, gently tugging on Hanni's wrist. With one smooth motion, she pulled Hanni back down, causing her to tumble into Minji's lap. 

"Minji!" Hanni laughed, the sound breathless and startled. She tried to push herself upright, but Minji's hands found her waist, holding her firmly in place. 

"Relax," Minji said, her tone light, though her eyes betrayed a mischievous intent. "What's the rush? Can't you spend a little more time with your friend?" 

Hanni groaned, attempting to twist out of Minji's hold, but her movements only pressed her closer. "Are you always this clingy with your friends?" 

Minji's lips curled into a grin. "Only with the ones I missed this much," she said, her voice dropping just enough to make Hanni's stomach flutter. 

Hanni huffed, trying to look unaffected. "You're ridiculous." 

"And you're adorable," Minji countered effortlessly, her hands sliding slightly as if to steady Hanni but landing in a way that made Hanni's breath hitch. 

"Minji," Hanni warned, though the waver in her voice made it sound more like a plea. 

"What?" Minji asked, her expression all feigned innocence. "I'm just spending time with you. Isn't this what friends do?" 

Hanni opened her mouth to retort, but her words faltered as Minji shifted beneath her, her hands brushing lightly against Hanni's sides, her thumbs dangerously close to the bare skin under the hem of the shirt. 

"Minji, you don't have to—" 

"Play with fire?" Minji finished for her, her smirk growing as she leaned in, her breath warm against Hanni's neck. "Why would I play with fire when I'm already burning?" 

Hanni's cheeks flamed, her heart pounding so loudly she was certain Minji could hear it. "Minji..." 

"Hmm?" Minji hummed, her lips brushing just below Hanni's jaw, sending a shiver down her spine. "What's wrong? I thought we were just... friends?" 

Hanni bit her lip, trying to ignore the way Minji's fingers traced faint, teasing circles along her waist, her touch both maddening and electrifying. 

"Minji," Hanni tried again, her voice shaking. 

"Still just your friend," Minji murmured, her lips now ghosting over Hanni's, so close that the faintest movement would bring them together. "Unless... you're feeling something else?" 

Before Hanni could respond, Minji closed the distance, her lips brushing against Hanni's in a kiss so slow, so deliberate, it felt like it could unravel her completely. Minji's hands slid lower, her thumbs brushing against the sensitive skin of Hanni's thighs, her touch firm enough to ignite a fire but light enough to leave her wanting more.