kiyomi

“you’re always with hanni now, minmin,” you complained to minji, your lips curling into a small pout as you waited for minji to stride closer to you so you could link your arms with her. “i miss you, you know. don't make me feel lonely by spending more time with hanni.”

minji chuckled, which somewhat melted your frustration, still oblivious to your sweet tone lacing with possessiveness. “i’m sorry for making you feel that way, y/n,” she pinched your cheek out of habit. “will you forgive me?”

yes, in a heartbeat. god, every mistake will be forgiven if you always crawl back to me, kim minji. you thought to yourself with a soft smile hiding your thoughts. “yes, minmin,” you pressed your face closer to her arm. “as long as you stay loyal to me. you can’t replace hanni with me.”

minji looks at you in confusion. “replace you?”

“we promised to stay loyal to each other, right?” you stated, like it was enough to explain your possessiveness to minji. “and i’ve been with you longer than hanni could be,” you added, your face painted with pride as a smirk curled up at the corner of your lips. “so you can’t leave. i won’t let you.”

“y/n-nie, i would never replace you,,” minji said with that ridiculous smile you loved. god, her voice. that nickname. her words. her smile. fuck. you would do anything to have her smile to yourself alone. how come hanni managed to steal what's yours from the start? “honestly, i’ve always thought that promise is just a silly thing we made up when we were kids. it was sweet that you still remember it,” minji expressed her thought, unaware of how your heart dropped when she said the promise was just  a silly thing. silly? no, you devoted yourself completely to the promise. so why couldn’t minji reciprocate the same thing? “even if i end up dating hanni, you'll never be replaced. okay?”

dating??? hanni??? those words lodged itself in your chest. no. what the fuck. minji is yours. why? why would minji lay her eyes on another woman? aren't you enough?

“that's… great,” you muttered out, left eye twitching as your thoughts filled with intentions on how to isolate minji away from hanni. to make things worse, you couldn't help but notice how happy minji looked when she brought up hanni. this can’t be. you should be a center of minji’s happiness. not hanni. “does she like you too, minji?”

“i hope so,” minji beamed instinctively, unaware how that little act somehow hurt you more than anything. “she said she likes having me around,” she added, looking at you with excitement in her eyes. “do you think i have a chance with her?”

something ugly twisted in your chest even more. no. no. no. no. no. you thought acrimoniously. “no,” you muttered sharply. when you realized you had said your thought aloud, you forced yourself to cool off and looked up to meet minji's eyes, hiding resentment behind innocence. “i don't know, minji. i can't really tell.”

minji chuckled again. it felt like a taunt now. “right. i forgot you have no interest in dating.”

“definitely.” you forced out a chuckle. every rejection you ever did when someone confesses their feelings to you was only meant for minji. too sad, minji remained clueless to your devoted feelings toward her. “you're all i have anyway. that's enough.”

“you're all i have too, y/n. i'm so lucky to have you in my life.”

liar.

liar.

liar.

liar.

liar.

kim minji, you're a fucking liar.

“am i not enough for you, kim minji?” you muttered spitefully, tears prickled at the corner of your eyes as you stared at the picture frame of you and minji, smiling so bright side to side. everything seemed fine back then, why did hanni have to come between you? “why hanni… why her?!” you lashed out, hurling the picture frame aside, tearing the pictures of minji you taped on the wall and knocking off everything on your study table, anger flooding your senses completely that you can’t even stop. 

your breathing came uneven like the anger you have for hanni have yet to be done. you stared at the scattered papers across the floor alongside the stationaries, and the chair that had toppled over with ragged breaths; all were a result of your exploding rage. now, your room looks nothing but neat anymore.

but when you spotted the picture frame cracked beside the bed’s leg, it was already broken. your sharpened gaze vanished like a speed of light as you scrambled to your knees to retrieve the frame back into your hand. you noticed a fracture spreading across the photo, your chest tightened at the sight as your fingers hesitantly hovered over the cracked surface like you were afraid it might crack more.

a shaky breath left you. “i didn’t mean to…” you whispered to yourself, but the words didn’t fix anything. the crack was still there like a mocking taunt, while the smile on your faces feels like something temporary now that hanni becomes a threat between your relationship with minji. still, your fingers pressed against the frame tighter, curling around it like you could hold the moment together by force. then, the broken edge caught your skin as a sting sharp enough to make you flinch, but you didn’t let go. instead, you bring the cracked frame closer to your chest, fresh tears drenching your cheeks. “i’m sorry, m-minji…” you choked out as you held the shattered photo even more tighter like it was the only thing keeping you from falling apart completely.

because for some reason you were the one who broke what you loved. how can you fix what has broken?

“i’ll make you come back to me…”

months skipped and you took note of how many times minji's moods revolve around hanni. not you, not you anymore when minji have someone new. that was the devastating part. she used to be happy with you all the time before hanni got in the way. when hanni made her happy, minji lit up in a way that was impossible to miss. when hanni made her sad, you always had to comfort her. or far worse than ever, exactly what you feared the most when minji seemed to have almost replaced all the things she used to do together with you with hanni. 

hanni. 

hanni. 

hanni. 

hanni. 

hanni.

you grew sick of hearing her name whenever it was spoken too frequently. hearing her name coming out from minji felt like you're slowly losing minji to her. why did you stop needing me, minji? we made a promise to stay loyal to each other, didn’t we? you thought to yourself bitterly as you refused to let the thought of hanni replacing you taking over you.

like you said, you could never be replaced. so you decided to take matters into your own hands to have minji belong to you again. “i’ll help you out, minmin…” you breathed out, tears pooling up in your eyes. “you belong to me... i’ll bring you back to me…” your breaths turned ragged from the tightness of your chest when you stared at the polaroid of minji you took while she was sleeping during your sleepover last year. it was supposed to be peaceful just like in the photo. what you would soon learn was nothing you could expect. “no more hanni… no more stupid little hanni…” you murmured like a madwoman and kissed the polaroid with reverence.

at first, you began stalking hanni to places she often goes with minji. from afar, you are aware of how you made her uncomfortable just by being around her, yet she just can't put it into words because she never caught you around. you hide so well, that she couldn't even guess who would've left dead crows on her doorstep warning her to stay away from minji.

fun fact; hanni could never suspect you at all because you had already convinced her you were harmless. a perfect move, doesn't it?

so when one night you had a sleepover with minji at her place, she complained to you about hanni feeling uncomfortable whenever they hung out together, you knew the first plan had worked.

“do you think she's getting bored of me, y/n?” minji asked on that night, looking at you for an opinion while you're fidgeting with her delicate fingers. 

you slowly look up to her face from her fingers, fighting a grin to curl up on your face before placing a gentle kiss on her nose. “even if she did, you still have me, minmin.”

minji didn’t look sad when she heard your reply to her concern. instead, a troubled look still lingered on her face. 

that was what drove you to make things worse for hanni even more.

she'll pay for this. you thought bitterly.

now seeing hanni alone in the public restroom, you didn't hesitate to grab an opportunity to strike your plan; first, mess with her, second, play victim and lastly, make minji believe hanni had hurt you.

“hi, y/n,” hanni greets you with a smile through the mirror when she notices you are standing at the doorway, oblivious of what lay ahead. then, she turned around to look at you with the same soft smile, walking towards you to adjust your crooked collar. “have you seen minji today? i want to give her hoodie back.”

hanni pham. you little twat. stop smiling at me like you didn't steal what's mine. you thought spitefully. “minji is mine.” you muttered harshly, tired of feigning innocence in front of hanni.

“what?”

“minji is…” you trailed off, fingers twitching for contact. “MINE!” you scream right in front of her face as you slap her cheek, the vile sound through the quiet restroom. 

hanni held her red cheek that you just struck not long ago. her eyes widened in disbelief, looking at you like she didn't believe you just slapped her. weren't you supposed to be the friendly minji's friend? “y-y/n… what's wrong with you?”

“no,” you chuckled mockingly. she was the one at a fault anyway. “no, what’s wrong with you, hanni,” you reiterated and stepped closer to push her enough for her hip to hit the sink behind her. “minji and i have been together since we were children but you! you ruined it all!” you screamed out in front of her face again. all the buried words had escaped from your heavy chest as your anger overtook your senses. “minji wouldn't have fallen for you if you just die-”

before you could finish your words, hanni strikes your cheek hard, as if it could snap you back to reality. “you c-crazy bitch, i didn't ask for this to happen!” she shouted back, anger clawing out of her chest when she saw your true colors. “and it's not my fault she's getting bored of you!”

that triggered you as you clutched her hair in a tight grip. “no, no you bitch, she’s not getting bored of me!” you barked aloud, wincing when hanni's fingers twisted in your hair to mirror the same gesture. “stop talking to my minji!”

“let my hair go, you psycho!” hanni slammed your head into the sink, the force sent both of you stumbling backward before crashing into the wall. she watches you cradle your bleeding forehead while she gingerly pressed the sore spot on her scalp where you had pulled a fistful of her hair with a sharp wince. “fucking hell, you really are psycho.”

after that, the restroom door cracked open and there stood a familiar tall figure; minji, blinking her eyes to what she was witnessing. hanni? you? on the floor?

“hanni? y/n? what happened in here?” 

perfect. you thought.

“minji…” you sobbed softly, looking up at minji as blood ran down across your face, which made minji immediately get on her knees in front of you with panic flashing across her face. “i'm hurt…” you added softly and purposely leaned into minji's touch when minji's hand pressed against your bleeding forehead, trying to stem the flow of blood. “hanni… s-she hit my head into the sink…”

minji turned her head towards hanni. “what the hell, hanni?”

“what? that's- she's fucking lying! she started it first!” hanni barked, scrambling on her feet as she jabbed a finger at you in rage. “tell her the truth, y/n! stop lying!”

you shamelessly shake your head, refusing to tell minji the truth. that was a part of your plan, wasn't it? “i don't know what i did wrong… she hit my head into the sink right when i w-walked inside the restroom..” you add the fuel, which makes hanni go spiral. “i-it hurts, minmin…”

“i think we'd better off not talking anymore,” minji stated to hanni firmly. before hanni could explain herself, minji, without a word, shook her head decisively, signalling her to stop. “i can't believe you had hurt y/n, hanni.” she added, anger burning in her eyes like she couldn't believe that she fell for someone like her, completely manipulated by you. “don't talk to me ever again. and don't you lay your fingers on y/n.”

“minji, i swear–”

by the time hanni could explain herself, minji had already turned her back and left with you in her arms.p

“fucking psycho…”

minji leads you to the nurse's office and puts you on the bed gently. you noticed the blood on your forehead had already stained half of your blazer and it got on minji's blazer too. 

“come on, let me see,” minji gently guide your hand off your forehead, wincing upon seeing the fresh wound around the dried blood. “do you still feel hurt, y/n-nie?”

you shake your head, your eyes on her without looking away. “i don't feel hurt now that you're with me, minmin.” you muttered, lips curling up into a wide grin that could unsettle anyone but not minji. maybe she will feel the same if she paid attention hard enough. “...but my head's still throbbing. can you help me, minmin?” 

“i will, y/n-nie. you'll be fine in a minute.” minji comforted you like she was trying to comfort a scared child as she began treating your wound with attentive care. “hold still, okay? you can hold onto my arm if you want.”

seizing the chance she offered, your hand immediately shoots out to hold onto her arm like she could disappear in any moment. anyone else would be bothered by the way you stare. but for minji, it was nothing. you always stared at her like she hung the moon herself. fortunately for you, you adore everything she did like she was the almighty itself. she was the center of your life anyway. 

“i’m sorry i stained your blazer, minmin.” you broke the silence, guilt laced in your voice when you said it. 

“it's fine, y/n-nie. you got your blazer stained too, right?” minji chuckled, not wanting you to feel guilty. “we will wash our clothes together. don't feel guilty, okay?” she comforts you, and hums in satisfaction when you nod your head. “you’re still the clingy y/n i've known since we were kids.” minji tried to lighten the mood by teasing you, her hands are still working on cleaning the dried blood off your forehead. 

“do you still like me?” 

“what kind of question is that? of course i do, y/n-nie!” minji giggled, taking another tissue to clean the dried blood. “honestly, you're the only one that has ever made me feel like myself.”

“really?” you tilted your head, before minji carefully adjusted the position of your head back into place. “i’m the only one? no one else?”

minji hummed softly, at that moment the nurse office was filled with silence, only the soft sound of the fan above them spinning mindlessly while she gathered the used tissues into the small bin beside the bed as she took the antiseptic spray. “not hanni anymore after i knew she hurt you.” 

you fought back a grin as excitement crept in your chest after you knew your plans to get rid of hanni from minji had worked. minji hates hanni now. there's no one who will get in the way. minji belong to you only. what was yours stays yours. 

minji's soft voice brought you back to reality as you heard her sighed, clearly troubled by what had just happened earlier. “i’m really, really sorry, y/n-nie,” she apologized softly. “i promise i won’t let you get hurt again. i’ll stay with you, always.”

“really?” you asked, your eyes lit up when she nods her head firmly though her eyes are still focused on wrapping the bandage on your wounded forehead. “promise you'll always stick with me and not anyone else?” you asked again for confirmation, lifting up your pinky finger to minji. “pinky promise?”

once minji finished wrapping the bandage around your injured forehead, a soft giggle escaped her lips as she hooked her pinky finger around yours. “pinky promise, y/n-nie.”

not long after the school ended, you and minji walk home together side by side, hands in hands because apparently you miss holding her hand. 

“minji, do you remember the jar we buried back when we were kids? the one we named it as our marriage contract.” you broke the quiet atmosphere after arriving at your place.

“of course, i remember that jar. we were so silly back then.” minji chuckled softly, recalling the marriage contract jar as nothing more than a silly, childish thing. unlike you. she followed you toward the backyard instead of inside the house. “are you going to show me the jar?”

you hummed softly, tugging her closer to bring her to the tree and hesitantly let her hand go when you get there. “here.” you stepped onto the dirt. “let's dig with me?”

minji gave you a small nod with a soft hum and knelt down without hesitation, not caring as dirt stained her pants while she dug along with you. “i can see the jar, y/n-nie!” she exclaimed, digging up faster and gently pulling out the jar; it was covered in mud, and its lid partially corroded from years of buried underground but not forgotten. inside, a dense mass of compacted soil can be seen and a worn paper of two messy handwritings of you and minji as kids. that's where sat a made-up marriage paper between both of you.

“we were always going to end up together,” you said with a wide smile, looking at minji rather than the jar resting between you. “this just proves it.” you added, inching closer for contact. “isn't this just perfect?” you asked while tilting your head aside. “no more hanni. now it's just you and me. the way it was always supposed to be…” you murmured, your hand lifted to touch her face.

but minji gently took your hand in hers before you could touch her face. “i guess she hit your head too hard. you're creeping me out, y/n.”

instead of being offended, you moved closer to minji. “we promised we'd always be loyal to each other, right?”

minji blinked. “yes…”

you scooted closer, which made minji shuffle back in surprise. the jar slipped from her hands and rolled to the side. “but you almost left me with hanni…” you murmured without a care, tears thoughtlessly welling up in your eyes. “please… tell me i'm the only one enough for you…”

“y/n.. what are you..”

“you belong to me, minji…” you sobbed, voice small yet minji could feel a cold shiver crawling down her spine. “no one can get in our way…” you whispered, leaning closer towards minji while your gaze fixed on her lips. but then, minji shoved you away before you could kiss her. that shocked you. “m-minji?’

“you’re creeping me out, y/n.” minji murmured in concern. “what are you trying to do..”

now that you couldn't take it anymore, you held your fingers onto her shoulders and shook her like the act itself could snap minji out of it when it's you who's gone insane. “you belong to me, minji! you only belong to me!”

“l-let me go–”

“i love you too much i can't function without you!” you interrupted her, now crawling above her when she lost her balance the second you shoved her flat to the ground. “you can't be with anyone else! only me!”

minji tried to push you away from her out of panic, but in that exact moment, her fingers snagged onto your sleeves in a desperate attempt to push you away that made your sleeves slide up your arms, exposing the scratches on both of your wrists. the realization drained the color from her face when she realized the red scratches were shaped and unmistakably spelled like her name. over and over. “what-”

“you're mine, minji… you’re mine… please… don't leave me alone…” you cried, tears falling from your eyes and landing on her cheeks. so your hands rose to hold her face, as gentle as you were holding a fragile glass, and use your thumb to wipe the tears under her eye. “you're all i have… you're all i ever wanted!”

minji's hands then firmly detained you from getting closer, desperately finding ways to escape from you. this isn't y/n she had known for years. “you're scaring me, y/n! stop this!” minji pleaded in terror. out of desperation, minji press the bandage on your wounded forehead as you shriek in pain, yet your grip on hers is still tight like vice. blood seeping out from the bandage, smearing her hand and dripping onto her cheek. “i don't want to hurt you, y/n!”

“i don't want to hurt you too, minji…” you said with a shaky breath, a pained whimper escaped your lips when you felt the pain shot through you when minji's thumb pressed against the aching spot. “but you made me do this!”

without a warning, your hands shifted to clutch around minji's neck, blocking her airway as minji struggled to push you off her. “you’re not listening to me, minji… but i swear, minji… when you wake up later… you'll realize that everything i did is what's best for us.” you chuckled softly, the crocodile tears in your eyes were nothing but a horrifying sight. “you don't need anyone but me. you understand that, my love?”

“y-y/n- we c-can t-a-lk-k!” minji choked out, hot tears welling up in her eyes as fear crept into her expression while her hands flailed around, struggling between pushing you and clawing at your tight grip around her neck. “p-please!”

you only shake your head, refusing to listen to minji as you were too lost in your head. “j-just close your eyes… sleep well, my dear.”

and with that, the last thing minji saw was the illusion of comfort she once found in you before it all proved to be wrong. 

maybe if that promise had never been made, none of this would have come to pass. but it was all too late, doesn’t it?

“i love you, minji. you’ll love me too, i’ll make sure you do.” you whispered to her ear before she slowly drifted to unconsciousness. "sleep well, my love."

“you’re always with hanni now, minmin,” you complained to minji, your lips curling into a small pout as you waited for minji to stride closer to you so you could link your arms with her. “i miss you, you know. don't make me feel lonely by spending more time with hanni.”

minji chuckled, which somewhat melted your frustration, still oblivious to your sweet tone lacing with possessiveness. “i’m sorry for making you feel that way, y/n,” she pinched your cheek out of habit. “will you forgive me?”

yes, in a heartbeat. god, every mistake will be forgiven if you always crawl back to me, kim minji. you thought to yourself with a soft smile hiding your thoughts. “yes, minmin,” you pressed your face closer to her arm. “as long as you stay loyal to me. you can’t replace hanni with me.”

minji looks at you in confusion. “replace you?”

“we promised to stay loyal to each other, right?” you stated, like it was enough to explain your possessiveness to minji. “and i’ve been with you longer than hanni could be,” you added, your face painted with pride as a smirk curled up at the corner of your lips. “so you can’t leave. i won’t let you.”

“y/n-nie, i would never replace you,,” minji said with that ridiculous smile you loved. god, her voice. that nickname. her words. her smile. fuck. you would do anything to have her smile to yourself alone. how come hanni managed to steal what's yours from the start? “honestly, i’ve always thought that promise is just a silly thing we made up when we were kids. it was sweet that you still remember it,” minji expressed her thought, unaware of how your heart dropped when she said the promise was just  a silly thing. silly? no, you devoted yourself completely to the promise. so why couldn’t minji reciprocate the same thing? “even if i end up dating hanni, you'll never be replaced. okay?”

dating??? hanni??? those words lodged itself in your chest. no. what the fuck. minji is yours. why? why would minji lay her eyes on another woman? aren't you enough?

“that's… great,” you muttered out, left eye twitching as your thoughts filled with intentions on how to isolate minji away from hanni. to make things worse, you couldn't help but notice how happy minji looked when she brought up hanni. this can’t be. you should be a center of minji’s happiness. not hanni. “does she like you too, minji?”

“i hope so,” minji beamed instinctively, unaware how that little act somehow hurt you more than anything. “she said she likes having me around,” she added, looking at you with excitement in her eyes. “do you think i have a chance with her?”

something ugly twisted in your chest even more. no. no. no. no. no. you thought acrimoniously. “no,” you muttered sharply. when you realized you had said your thought aloud, you forced yourself to cool off and looked up to meet minji's eyes, hiding resentment behind innocence. “i don't know, minji. i can't really tell.”

minji chuckled again. it felt like a taunt now. “right. i forgot you have no interest in dating.”

“definitely.” you forced out a chuckle. every rejection you ever did when someone confesses their feelings to you was only meant for minji. too sad, minji remained clueless to your devoted feelings toward her. “you're all i have anyway. that's enough.”

“you're all i have too, y/n. i'm so lucky to have you in my life.”

liar.

liar.

liar.

liar.

liar.

kim minji, you're a fucking liar.

“am i not enough for you, kim minji?” you muttered spitefully, tears prickled at the corner of your eyes as you stared at the picture frame of you and minji, smiling so bright side to side. everything seemed fine back then, why did hanni have to come between you? “why hanni… why her?!” you lashed out, hurling the picture frame aside, tearing the pictures of minji you taped on the wall and knocking off everything on your study table, anger flooding your senses completely that you can’t even stop. 

your breathing came uneven like the anger you have for hanni have yet to be done. you stared at the scattered papers across the floor alongside the stationaries, and the chair that had toppled over with ragged breaths; all were a result of your exploding rage. now, your room looks nothing but neat anymore.

but when you spotted the picture frame cracked beside the bed’s leg, it was already broken. your sharpened gaze vanished like a speed of light as you scrambled to your knees to retrieve the frame back into your hand. you noticed a fracture spreading across the photo, your chest tightened at the sight as your fingers hesitantly hovered over the cracked surface like you were afraid it might crack more.

a shaky breath left you. “i didn’t mean to…” you whispered to yourself, but the words didn’t fix anything. the crack was still there like a mocking taunt, while the smile on your faces feels like something temporary now that hanni becomes a threat between your relationship with minji. still, your fingers pressed against the frame tighter, curling around it like you could hold the moment together by force. then, the broken edge caught your skin as a sting sharp enough to make you flinch, but you didn’t let go. instead, you bring the cracked frame closer to your chest, fresh tears drenching your cheeks. “i’m sorry, m-minji…” you choked out as you held the shattered photo even more tighter like it was the only thing keeping you from falling apart completely.

because for some reason you were the one who broke what you loved. how can you fix what has broken?

“i’ll make you come back to me…”

months skipped and you took note of how many times minji's moods revolve around hanni. not you, not you anymore when minji have someone new. that was the devastating part. she used to be happy with you all the time before hanni got in the way. when hanni made her happy, minji lit up in a way that was impossible to miss. when hanni made her sad, you always had to comfort her. or far worse than ever, exactly what you feared the most when minji seemed to have almost replaced all the things she used to do together with you with hanni. 

hanni. 

hanni. 

hanni. 

hanni. 

hanni.

you grew sick of hearing her name whenever it was spoken too frequently. hearing her name coming out from minji felt like you're slowly losing minji to her. why did you stop needing me, minji? we made a promise to stay loyal to each other, didn’t we? you thought to yourself bitterly as you refused to let the thought of hanni replacing you taking over you.

like you said, you could never be replaced. so you decided to take matters into your own hands to have minji belong to you again. “i’ll help you out, minmin…” you breathed out, tears pooling up in your eyes. “you belong to me... i’ll bring you back to me…” your breaths turned ragged from the tightness of your chest when you stared at the polaroid of minji you took while she was sleeping during your sleepover last year. it was supposed to be peaceful just like in the photo. what you would soon learn was nothing you could expect. “no more hanni… no more stupid little hanni…” you murmured like a madwoman and kissed the polaroid with reverence.

at first, you began stalking hanni to places she often goes with minji. from afar, you are aware of how you made her uncomfortable just by being around her, yet she just can't put it into words because she never caught you around. you hide so well, that she couldn't even guess who would've left dead crows on her doorstep warning her to stay away from minji.

fun fact; hanni could never suspect you at all because you had already convinced her you were harmless. a perfect move, doesn't it?

so when one night you had a sleepover with minji at her place, she complained to you about hanni feeling uncomfortable whenever they hung out together, you knew the first plan had worked.

“do you think she's getting bored of me, y/n?” minji asked on that night, looking at you for an opinion while you're fidgeting with her delicate fingers. 

you slowly look up to her face from her fingers, fighting a grin to curl up on your face before placing a gentle kiss on her nose. “even if she did, you still have me, minmin.”

minji didn’t look sad when she heard your reply to her concern. instead, a troubled look still lingered on her face. 

that was what drove you to make things worse for hanni even more.

she'll pay for this. you thought bitterly.

now seeing hanni alone in the public restroom, you didn't hesitate to grab an opportunity to strike your plan; first, mess with her, second, play victim and lastly, make minji believe hanni had hurt you.

“hi, y/n,” hanni greets you with a smile through the mirror when she notices you are standing at the doorway, oblivious of what lay ahead. then, she turned around to look at you with the same soft smile, walking towards you to adjust your crooked collar. “have you seen minji today? i want to give her hoodie back.”

hanni pham. you little twat. stop smiling at me like you didn't steal what's mine. you thought spitefully. “minji is mine.” you muttered harshly, tired of feigning innocence in front of hanni.

“what?”

“minji is…” you trailed off, fingers twitching for contact. “MINE!” you scream right in front of her face as you slap her cheek, the vile sound through the quiet restroom. 

hanni held her red cheek that you just struck not long ago. her eyes widened in disbelief, looking at you like she didn't believe you just slapped her. weren't you supposed to be the friendly minji's friend? “y-y/n… what's wrong with you?”

“no,” you chuckled mockingly. she was the one at a fault anyway. “no, what’s wrong with you, hanni,” you reiterated and stepped closer to push her enough for her hip to hit the sink behind her. “minji and i have been together since we were children but you! you ruined it all!” you screamed out in front of her face again. all the buried words had escaped from your heavy chest as your anger overtook your senses. “minji wouldn't have fallen for you if you just die-”

before you could finish your words, hanni strikes your cheek hard, as if it could snap you back to reality. “you c-crazy bitch, i didn't ask for this to happen!” she shouted back, anger clawing out of her chest when she saw your true colors. “and it's not my fault she's getting bored of you!”

that triggered you as you clutched her hair in a tight grip. “no, no you bitch, she’s not getting bored of me!” you barked aloud, wincing when hanni's fingers twisted in your hair to mirror the same gesture. “stop talking to my minji!”

“let my hair go, you psycho!” hanni slammed your head into the sink, the force sent both of you stumbling backward before crashing into the wall. she watches you cradle your bleeding forehead while she gingerly pressed the sore spot on her scalp where you had pulled a fistful of her hair with a sharp wince. “fucking hell, you really are psycho.”

after that, the restroom door cracked open and there stood a familiar tall figure; minji, blinking her eyes to what she was witnessing. hanni? you? on the floor?

“hanni? y/n? what happened in here?” 

perfect. you thought.

“minji…” you sobbed softly, looking up at minji as blood ran down across your face, which made minji immediately get on her knees in front of you with panic flashing across her face. “i'm hurt…” you added softly and purposely leaned into minji's touch when minji's hand pressed against your bleeding forehead, trying to stem the flow of blood. “hanni… s-she hit my head into the sink…”

minji turned her head towards hanni. “what the hell, hanni?”

“what? that's- she's fucking lying! she started it first!” hanni barked, scrambling on her feet as she jabbed a finger at you in rage. “tell her the truth, y/n! stop lying!”

you shamelessly shake your head, refusing to tell minji the truth. that was a part of your plan, wasn't it? “i don't know what i did wrong… she hit my head into the sink right when i w-walked inside the restroom..” you add the fuel, which makes hanni go spiral. “i-it hurts, minmin…”

“i think we'd better off not talking anymore,” minji stated to hanni firmly. before hanni could explain herself, minji, without a word, shook her head decisively, signalling her to stop. “i can't believe you had hurt y/n, hanni.” she added, anger burning in her eyes like she couldn't believe that she fell for someone like her, completely manipulated by you. “don't talk to me ever again. and don't you lay your fingers on y/n.”

“minji, i swear–”

by the time hanni could explain herself, minji had already turned her back and left with you in her arms.p

“fucking psycho…”

minji leads you to the nurse's office and puts you on the bed gently. you noticed the blood on your forehead had already stained half of your blazer and it got on minji's blazer too. 

“come on, let me see,” minji gently guide your hand off your forehead, wincing upon seeing the fresh wound around the dried blood. “do you still feel hurt, y/n-nie?”

you shake your head, your eyes on her without looking away. “i don't feel hurt now that you're with me, minmin.” you muttered, lips curling up into a wide grin that could unsettle anyone but not minji. maybe she will feel the same if she paid attention hard enough. “...but my head's still throbbing. can you help me, minmin?” 

“i will, y/n-nie. you'll be fine in a minute.” minji comforted you like she was trying to comfort a scared child as she began treating your wound with attentive care. “hold still, okay? you can hold onto my arm if you want.”

seizing the chance she offered, your hand immediately shoots out to hold onto her arm like she could disappear in any moment. anyone else would be bothered by the way you stare. but for minji, it was nothing. you always stared at her like she hung the moon herself. fortunately for you, you adore everything she did like she was the almighty itself. she was the center of your life anyway. 

“i’m sorry i stained your blazer, minmin.” you broke the silence, guilt laced in your voice when you said it. 

“it's fine, y/n-nie. you got your blazer stained too, right?” minji chuckled, not wanting you to feel guilty. “we will wash our clothes together. don't feel guilty, okay?” she comforts you, and hums in satisfaction when you nod your head. “you’re still the clingy y/n i've known since we were kids.” minji tried to lighten the mood by teasing you, her hands are still working on cleaning the dried blood off your forehead. 

“do you still like me?” 

“what kind of question is that? of course i do, y/n-nie!” minji giggled, taking another tissue to clean the dried blood. “honestly, you're the only one that has ever made me feel like myself.”

“really?” you tilted your head, before minji carefully adjusted the position of your head back into place. “i’m the only one? no one else?”

minji hummed softly, at that moment the nurse office was filled with silence, only the soft sound of the fan above them spinning mindlessly while she gathered the used tissues into the small bin beside the bed as she took the antiseptic spray. “not hanni anymore after i knew she hurt you.” 

you fought back a grin as excitement crept in your chest after you knew your plans to get rid of hanni from minji had worked. minji hates hanni now. there's no one who will get in the way. minji belong to you only. what was yours stays yours. 

minji's soft voice brought you back to reality as you heard her sighed, clearly troubled by what had just happened earlier. “i’m really, really sorry, y/n-nie,” she apologized softly. “i promise i won’t let you get hurt again. i’ll stay with you, always.”

“really?” you asked, your eyes lit up when she nods her head firmly though her eyes are still focused on wrapping the bandage on your wounded forehead. “promise you'll always stick with me and not anyone else?” you asked again for confirmation, lifting up your pinky finger to minji. “pinky promise?”

once minji finished wrapping the bandage around your injured forehead, a soft giggle escaped her lips as she hooked her pinky finger around yours. “pinky promise, y/n-nie.”

not long after the school ended, you and minji walk home together side by side, hands in hands because apparently you miss holding her hand. 

“minji, do you remember the jar we buried back when we were kids? the one we named it as our marriage contract.” you broke the quiet atmosphere after arriving at your place.

“of course, i remember that jar. we were so silly back then.” minji chuckled softly, recalling the marriage contract jar as nothing more than a silly, childish thing. unlike you. she followed you toward the backyard instead of inside the house. “are you going to show me the jar?”

you hummed softly, tugging her closer to bring her to the tree and hesitantly let her hand go when you get there. “here.” you stepped onto the dirt. “let's dig with me?”

minji gave you a small nod with a soft hum and knelt down without hesitation, not caring as dirt stained her pants while she dug along with you. “i can see the jar, y/n-nie!” she exclaimed, digging up faster and gently pulling out the jar; it was covered in mud, and its lid partially corroded from years of buried underground but not forgotten. inside, a dense mass of compacted soil can be seen and a worn paper of two messy handwritings of you and minji as kids. that's where sat a made-up marriage paper between both of you.

“we were always going to end up together,” you said with a wide smile, looking at minji rather than the jar resting between you. “this just proves it.” you added, inching closer for contact. “isn't this just perfect?” you asked while tilting your head aside. “no more hanni. now it's just you and me. the way it was always supposed to be…” you murmured, your hand lifted to touch her face.

but minji gently took your hand in hers before you could touch her face. “i guess she hit your head too hard. you're creeping me out, y/n.”

instead of being offended, you moved closer to minji. “we promised we'd always be loyal to each other, right?”

minji blinked. “yes…”

you scooted closer, which made minji shuffle back in surprise. the jar slipped from her hands and rolled to the side. “but you almost left me with hanni…” you murmured without a care, tears thoughtlessly welling up in your eyes. “please… tell me i'm the only one enough for you…”

“y/n.. what are you..”

“you belong to me, minji…” you sobbed, voice small yet minji could feel a cold shiver crawling down her spine. “no one can get in our way…” you whispered, leaning closer towards minji while your gaze fixed on her lips. but then, minji shoved you away before you could kiss her. that shocked you. “m-minji?’

“you’re creeping me out, y/n.” minji murmured in concern. “what are you trying to do..”

now that you couldn't take it anymore, you held your fingers onto her shoulders and shook her like the act itself could snap minji out of it when it's you who's gone insane. “you belong to me, minji! you only belong to me!”

“l-let me go–”

“i love you too much i can't function without you!” you interrupted her, now crawling above her when she lost her balance the second you shoved her flat to the ground. “you can't be with anyone else! only me!”

minji tried to push you away from her out of panic, but in that exact moment, her fingers snagged onto your sleeves in a desperate attempt to push you away that made your sleeves slide up your arms, exposing the scratches on both of your wrists. the realization drained the color from her face when she realized the red scratches were shaped and unmistakably spelled like her name. over and over. “what-”

“you're mine, minji… you’re mine… please… don't leave me alone…” you cried, tears falling from your eyes and landing on her cheeks. so your hands rose to hold her face, as gentle as you were holding a fragile glass, and use your thumb to wipe the tears under her eye. “you're all i have… you're all i ever wanted!”

minji's hands then firmly detained you from getting closer, desperately finding ways to escape from you. this isn't y/n she had known for years. “you're scaring me, y/n! stop this!” minji pleaded in terror. out of desperation, minji press the bandage on your wounded forehead as you shriek in pain, yet your grip on hers is still tight like vice. blood seeping out from the bandage, smearing her hand and dripping onto her cheek. “i don't want to hurt you, y/n!”

“i don't want to hurt you too, minji…” you said with a shaky breath, a pained whimper escaped your lips when you felt the pain shot through you when minji's thumb pressed against the aching spot. “but you made me do this!”

without a warning, your hands shifted to clutch around minji's neck, blocking her airway as minji struggled to push you off her. “you’re not listening to me, minji… but i swear, minji… when you wake up later… you'll realize that everything i did is what's best for us.” you chuckled softly, the crocodile tears in your eyes were nothing but a horrifying sight. “you don't need anyone but me. you understand that, my love?”

“y-y/n- we c-can t-a-lk-k!” minji choked out, hot tears welling up in her eyes as fear crept into her expression while her hands flailed around, struggling between pushing you and clawing at your tight grip around her neck. “p-please!”

you only shake your head, refusing to listen to minji as you were too lost in your head. “j-just close your eyes… sleep well, my dear.”

and with that, the last thing minji saw was the illusion of comfort she once found in you before it all proved to be wrong. 

maybe if that promise had never been made, none of this would have come to pass. but it was all too late, doesn’t it?

“i love you, minji. you’ll love me too, i’ll make sure you do.” you whispered to her ear before she slowly drifted to unconsciousness. "sleep well, my love."

minji, however, was too absorbed in her work that she didn’t even respond to you–not that she did it on purpose, her fingers remained typing relentlessly on the keyboard and her eyes locked on the screen thoughtlessly.

a weary sigh slips from your lips as you watch the glasses slide down minji's nose, only for her to push them back up immediately with her middle finger. slowly, you rise from your seat to move towards her and sink on her lap, to which minji protests softly for distracting her concentration. "baby, what are you doing?"  

still, minji stays in her place, typing furiously on her keyboard, while dismissing her girlfriend on her lap to concentrate on her work once again and painfully oblivious to the fact that you're about to make her put the laptop down for five minutes–or even longer than you planned to. 

with a tired smile, you lazily draped your arms around her to rest your head on her broad shoulder. "taking a break," you answered after a while, then pulled away slightly to look at her tense expression. "you should take a break as well, minmin." you reminded softly, tracing your fingertip down her sharp jawline lightly.

"but baby, i need to get this done today," minji replied stiffly, her fingers still tapping insistently at the keys of the keyboard. "i can’t relax until it’s done."

you turned her face gently away from the bright screen as the palm of your hand cradling her tense jaw then your thumb brushing over her cheekbone. "minji-ya…" you whispered her name tenderly under your breath. "the deadline’s next week. you don’t have to get it all done today."  

minji lets out a defeated sigh as her eyes finally blinking against the strain. then, she closes her eyes to lean into the soft, grounding touch of your palm that holds minji known by heart. for now, she stopped fihgting it and let you be the anchor of her storm. 

"let's rest for five minutes, okay?" you reassure her as you feel her arms shift to wrap tightly around your frame, pulling you close against her chest. with that, her shoulders are starting to relax, and her body reflexively sinking back into the chair as if the tension of the entire evening had suddenly vanished the moment she let her usual steady composure slip. wordlessly, minji buries her face in the crook of your neck, inhaling the scent of your skin like the smell itself could make her feel better–which it is true.

"i just need everything to be perfect. you know me, right…" minji mumbles tiredly with her voice barely against a whisper, her lips brushing against your neck. then, you tilt her jaw up gently, jjust to press a soft kiss to her lips leisurely. and minji has no intention of pulling away but to deepen the kiss, sighing into your mouth in contentment. so when you pull back to speak, she whines under her breath half-heartedly. "you need to remember to breathe before you need it to be perfect." your breath ghosts over her mouth as your words drive her lean into you on impulse and leave the laptop forgotten on the desk.

gently, minji’s lips caressing your palm, leaving a trail of devoted kisses against your soft skin. "thank you for reminding me, darling." she murmurs, her eyes still closed shut to feel your grounding touch longer than she needed, while her grip on your waist tightening absentmindedly.

god. your stomach flutters with filthy desire to every brush of her lips against your burning skin. but you also know that she's exhausted right now–you can see it by looking at her body slumped against the chair. howwever, that doesn’t hold you back from having such naughty thoughts to make her feel better. so, you gently pull your hand away—her lips still chasing after it as though by habit  for a moment—and offer a soft smile down on her when her eyes flutter open to look at you through her hazy gaze. “close your eyes,” you whispered to her face. “let me take care of you for 5 minutes, baby…”  

upon hearing your words, minji hesitates for a moment. usually, minji would dominate and take control the situation. but then again, how can she refuse such an offer? minji nods her head faintly after a moment, her breathing slows as she obeys to your command while her glasses are still slightly crooked on her nose. cute. in a swift motion, you kneel between her splayed legs and let your hands wander up to her thighs deliberately while your eyes are on your girlfriend, watching the way her breath hitches when your fingertips brush under the hem of her skirt.  

“don’t peek.” you warned your pretty girlfriend playfully. as much as you want minji to look down at you between her knees, you couldn't bring yourself to ruin the thrill–her obedience is so beautiful. at the same time, you tapped her hip to give you better access to pull down the soft satin of her skirt as she lifted her hips pliantly. 

and there—fuck. her boxer did nothing to hide how much your touch is having an effect on her. you can clearly see the outline of her cock growing hard beneath the fabric.

“you’re already hard, minji-ya.” you chuckled softly when you give it a light touch and her legs twitch involuntarily under your touch, sensing that she was desperate for more of your touch as she struggles to keep her eyes shut and her hands clench around the arms of the chair desperately for support. “dont t-tease me, baby..”

“fine~ fine~” you gave in by tugging down her boxer gently as her hard cock slapped against her uniform. the girth itself effortlessly had you drool, and you couldn't wait to give her the most delicious head after a stressful day. carefully, you left her boxer pooled on the ground and wrapped your palm around the swollen tip that impatiently slick with a bead of pre-cum glistening under the dim office light.  

"ahh, baby…" minji whimpers softly–a fragile sound from someone who’s usually so in control during intimacy. her hips jerk forward instinctively to chase your touch despite her restraint. “m-more, please…”

that made you glanced up at her face; her eyes still squeezed shut, lips parted apart to draw out breathy moans, and her breath coming in shallow little puffs. “more?” you teased her, swirling your thumb over the slit just to watch her shiver. minji’s breath hitched as a consequence from what you just did to her and she gave you the barest of nods, a jerky movement of her chin to confirm her needy command as her head fell back against the chair, chin tipped towards the ceiling. cute, you can see her clenching her jaw from the effort of keeping her eyes shut, still obeying to your order. "y-yeah," she replies, her voice strained from the restraint. "just keep g-going, darling. you m-make me feel s-so good…" 

your chest swells with pride the moment the praises left her mouth. a wicked sort of joy at the way you have her wrapped around your finger. the chances of seeing her so vulnerable and needy like this, is nearly impossible to occur during intimacy. 

"i’ll make you feel more than good, baby," you promised, your breath warm against her trembling thighs. "so, so, good you don’t have to think about anything else but me."  and just like that, you take her cock into your warm cavern, your lips gliding over the thick vein beneath, tongue swirling around the flushed tip as she gasps above you. “f-fuck… so warm…”

gradually, you lower your head down to take her cock down to your throat, hollowing your cheeks and sucking gently as one hand cupping her balls with featherlight touches while the other is resting on minji’s thigh. 

minji’s fingers give a faint quiver like she wants to grab your hair, but she stops her hand mid-air and makes a choice to hold onto the arms of the chair as if she can stop her hips from thrusting her length further down into your throat. yet, all she can do is whimper helplessly and curse under her breath when you pull back to tease her angry red tip. "f-fuck, baby…" her voice breaking like it’s being pulled apart at the seams. “s-stop t-teasing–ngh! m-me..”

“oh yeah? what do you want, minmin? tell me.” you teased her again, and when you hear nothing but whimpers from her, you take your time swirling your tongue around the sensitive ridge before lowering your head again, letting her cock fill your mouth inch by inch. fuck, you couldn’t help but let out a soft moan that vibrates against her hard flesh, making her hips buck from the sensation and you placed your both hands on her trembling thighs to keep her grounded. 

“a-ah! p-please…! s-suck harder!” minji whines out, her thighs tremble from how blissfully pleasurable when your tongue swirls around her cock. “more!” she begged you through her cracked voice, her hands gave a faint quiver once again, her clenches around the arms of the chair faltered as you started to pick up a steady pace that made minji feel on cloud 9 with every low and rise movements of your head. “f-fuck, you take my cock so well!” 

the moment you notice her trembling fingers barely clenching the arms of the chair, you gently lift one of them to guide it towards your hair as her fingers immediately curl through the soft strands to stay conscious. “shit, c-can i open my eyes now, s-sweetheart?” she asked you a question before drawing out a whimper from her mouth. you were getting good at giving her head now. “i w-want to see you..”

however, you don't answer her question with words. instead, you hum low around her hard cock once again just to make her hips jerk forward on instinct with one hand clutches your hair tighter while the other slams against the desk with a quiet thud. “oh f-fuck–ngh—!” she gasps out between her ragged breaths. after giving the green light for her to open her eyes, her half lidded eyes finally open and drop down to see the heavenly sight her eyes laid on in front of her. fuck. she loves it. so fucking much. how could she do otherwise? the way your lips stretch around her full length, how your cheeks hollow as you bobbed your head through it and of course, the way you glance up at her through your lashes—she drinks them all in her gaze that holds a pride because this moment is all for herself and no one else.

“oh my god… oh my god…” minji babbles above you, voice trembling from the sensation of you sucking her off. “i’m c-close, baby… keep sucking my c-cock like my good girl, hm..” she plays with your hair before tightening her fingers once again and wasting no time to buck her hips into your mouth, moving along with you.

while bucking her hips, her mouth pants open against the air while her heavy-lidded eyes struggled to lock with yours from rolling her eyes to the back. hearing her drawing out her desperate, breathless moans fills the quiet room and feeling every stroke of her cock against your tongue sends a sharp throb between your thighs. you press them together subtly, ignoring the warmth pooling low in your stomach because you couldn’t stop. no, the only goal you want is to focus on making minji fall apart.  

for now, your pleasure can wait. 

“i’m getting c-close!” minji chokes out through breathless moans, along with incoherent, uneven sweet praises from her lips as each thrust of her hips grow more desperate than controlled, and you, like you could ever hesitate, swirling your skilled tongue around her cock that makes her fingers knot in your hair tightly, causing a faint wince draw out from between your teeth. “d-dont stop sucking me off, baby…”

the laptop is now long forgotten on the desk, its screen blinking in idle silence—except for minji's breathless moans and the faint, muffling slurp of you sucking her off filling the quiet dimly lit office—as if waiting for minji to get the work done. however, minji didn't even acknowledge it as she was too busy immersed herself in guiding your head to suck her twitching cock at a fast pace that left her glasses teetering dangerously at the tip of her nose.

and when she could feel her release is reaching its peak, minji whimpers down at you, her hips stuttering despite bucking her hips relentlessly into your mouth as pleasure seizes her spine deliciously. "f-fuck–gonna cum in your mouth!"  

your eyes turn up beneath your life with every relentless thrust of her cock hitting the back of your throat while your needy pussy throbs in abandon, letting yourself lose in pleasure, loving the way your girlfriend’s hands are wrapped around your head so tightly and gently at once as she desperately chases her release.

then, exactly as expected, thick ropes of her cum hitting the back of your tongue and down your throat, gagging you with so much release in your mouth it spills out slightly. “f-fuck, y/n, it feels so g-good…” minji muttered weakly, her body shudders and collapses against the chair after how much her cock released such loads. “i came a lot in your mouth.. sorry..”

to show her there was nothing to worry about, you take it all–eagerly swallow the hot spill of her release while listening to her babbling your name incoherently because you were all she could think after an amazing, breathtaking blow job from you. “y/n.. m-my love.. y/n, that's enough…” minji breathes out weakly, her trembling hands gently untangled from the strands of your hair instead of pushing your head away because, obviously, she would be missing out on the sight of you milking every last spasm with gentle suction around her cock. so she let you be. if anything, she deliberately adjusted her askew glasses while her chest was still heaving out of exhaustion.

cute. you thought while keeping your eyes on minji's half-lidded eyes. and when you are finally done, you raise your head slowly, so painfully slow from her softening cock that creates a soft pop after fully pulling out. then, you take a breath with a soft smirk curling up your glistening lips. god. even with your cheeks flushed and eyes on hers, minji thought you looked incredibly hot between her splayed knees. as if not enough, she watches you wipe your chin with the back of your hand and slowly get on your knees in awe.

“so…” you began, voice low and sweet just to tease minji. “do you still want to finish the report, baby?” you asked with a mischievous smirk, knowing goddamn well your effect on her will get her all worked up. honestly, minji aren’t the type to refuse such a heaven sent.

with that having said, minji grabs your wrist in one motion, and yanks you onto her lap. you let out a surprised gasp as she settles you against the warm weight of her body, and her arms locking around your waist like escape is not an option. “no, darling.” she mutters simply. her forehead rests against your shoulder to breath in your unmistakably sweet scent before lifting her head to look into your eyes. “with you teasing me like this, the only thing i need to finish right now… is inside you.”

flustered, a mischievous idea popped up in your mind as a cheeky grin curls at your lips,  leaning in to close the distance to seal her lips with yours. but before she could deepen the kiss, you pulled away with a chuckle. “maybe you should show me this side of you more. i enjoy teasing you like this.” you muttered near her ear, your lips brushing featherlight kisses along the warm column of her neck, then sucking hard enough to leave a mark she’ll find tomorrow.

“ack–! you- you didn't warn me you want to leave a mark on my neck, baby.” minji objected softly, though, she loves it when you mark her up like she belongs to you.  minji couldn't wait to show exactly how she can express the same possessiveness she feels for you. after all, you belong to her, too. 

"is that a problem, my love?” you asked after pulling away from her neck, faking innocence just to get her riled up. watching her shaking her head with a soft smirk, you nodded your head in satisfaction. frankly, it only makes your pussy throbs from how she looked adorable with glasses on. “if not, should i add more?”

a soft chuckle left minji's lips upon hearing your words as she, without hesitation, unbuttoned her uniform, intentionally exposing her bare neck herself to you, as if inviting you to do as you told her. “go on, mark me up like i belong to you, princess.”

“as you wish, baby…” you whispered pridefully, closing the distance one more time as you marked her up, painting her with your hickeys as if her bare neck and collarbone were a canvas. that alone is enough to make minji’s cock twitch against your thigh, which, to be fair, catches your attention away from marking her neck as planned. “still soft?" you teased, grinding down slightly on her lap. “did marking you up turned you on?”

soft? oh no, not anymore. her cock hardened instantly beneath you, the head of her hard cock pressing insistently against your aching heat through the fabric of your drenched underwear. minji couldn’t help but gasp when you kept grinding on her, her head falling back with a quiet thud against the chair as her fingers shifted to dig into your hips. “f-fuck… don’t tease me, princess…” she groaned lowly, her voice trembling with desire one more time. 

“what if i want to? what are you gonna do about it, baby?” you prodded further, biting your lower lips to keep you from suppressing your moans every time your aching heat made contact with the tip of her cock. 

minji didn't answer right away. she knows your game–to make her lost control and fuck you stupid. with the chance laid before her, minji refused to let it slide so easily. “what am i gonna do?” she repeated your words while her hands slid up your thighs under your skirt. “please,” she pleads, her voice so quiet it makes your walls clenched around nothing. “ride me. let me watch you fall apart on my cock.”

“lucky you, it’s my safe day.” you whispered near her ear, anticipation rushing through your veins when she groaned again, impatient. not when you kept grinding your clothed cunt against her cock. “are you that desperate to fill me up, baby?” you pulled your underwear down to your legs from your hips, letting them fall to your ankles. you don’t bother with the skirt. no time for it.  

minji’s hands work faster; her fingers tugging at your tie, loosening it in a rush before slipping up to toss it aside without a care just to work on the fabric of your shirt to unbutton it one-handed. with that, cool air kisses your sweaty skin as she spreads your uniform open, exposing the delicate lace of your bra. her hungry gaze behind the glasses burns into you as she cups one breast through the fabric. “yes, i am,” she admits shamelessly. truthfully, what is there to be ashamed of? “i want to fuck you stupid and stuff your womb full of my cum.” she adds in one breath without a single stutter. “now, ride me before i lost my mind, princess.”

gladly, you stopped grinding on her hips to lift your hips up slightly—guiding her cock to your drenched entrance—and for a heartbeat, you look at her; her glasses fogging from your hot breaths, still you can see her pupils blown wide just by watching you. then, you sink down in one slow motion as both of you gasp in pleasure.

after letting your walls adjust around her cock, you start to move without being told. with a growl low in her throat, minji deftly unclasps your bra, shoving it aside so she can see your bare breasts rising and falling with each controlled glide.

“loving what you see?”

“fuck, you look absolutely divine like this.” minji murmured mesmerizingly, her eyes lock onto your bouncing breasts with raw hunger. one hand gripping your hip while the other trails up to pinch your sensitive peak between her fingers as a satisfied groan rumbles from deep in her chest. "so fucking perfect for me… im gonna lost my mind, princess…”

you let out a soft, quiet whimper from the sting-pleasure you feel around your walls when you ride her cock swiftly. then, without warning, minji leans up and closes her mouth around your sensitive nipple that makes your back arch and another sharp whimper tear from your throat. her other hand remains locked on your hip, guiding your faltered rhythm as you keep riding her with soft whimpers. as if hypnotized, minji couldn't tear her eyes away from your fucked out face through her fogged-up glasses. every flinch of your hips, every tremble of your lips when she sucks your nipple harder and every failed attempt of you biting down on a moan and failing fruitlessly–it brings her undeniable pleasure.

however, seeing those fogged-up glasses of hers makes you draws out a breathy laugh, hips still trembling above her. "it's hard to stare into your eyes when your glasses are all fogged up, m-minji-ya," you tease in the middle of a ride, lashes fluttering with mock innocence.

that stopped minji. she pulls back from your nipple with a wet pop, narrowing her eyes at you. "oh, really?" she mutters cockily—to hide her embarrassment—and lifts one hand to remove her glasses, fumbling slightly as she tries to wipe them on the edge of her blazer.

but as she does, you drop down fully onto her cock in one slick motion and stay there, walls clenching tight around the thick base as you grind in slow circles.  

"ah–!" she jolts beneath you—hips bucking into yours instinctively—but now she can’t focus on wiping the fog on her glasses, pleasure short-circuiting every rational thought. “bunny, don't- ugh, you're such a tease…” she grumble under her breath as fingers twitch toward the glasses again. 

another little tease won't hurt right?

without a warning, another deep, taunting roll of your hips sends a shiver through her entire body that made her give up. “f-fuck, you really made me lost my mind, princess.” minji groaned lowly from pleasure, flinging the glasses across the desk where they landed near the forgotten laptop with a soft clack. both of her hands shifted to lock around your waist to take control of your pace by lifting you up above enough to drop you down sharply onto her thrusting hips–rapid and desperate to chase her release now.

the coil in your stomach is tightening beyond control. you moan—loud, and unfiltered—as you start riding her cock again, this time you let your hips be guided by her pace with each rise and fall sending her cock deep into you, filling every inch of you decadently. as a result, your thighs burn from the effort as you tighten your grasps on her broad shoulders, back arching from the intense please that rips through you.

oh fuck, you're so close now, walls fluttering around her cock with every deep thrusts of her cock. her name tumbles from your lips like a prayer. “minji-ah… i-im close!"

that excites minji further as her hands tighten on your clammy waist to lift your hips up, then slamming you back down with powerful snaps of her pelvis that send her cock deep, so fucking deep in you that made you whimper from the sheer stretch. "feels good, hm? ‘m fucking you stupid like this and you can't think of anything but my cock." her voice breathless with lust while her eyes trailing down your breasts bobbing up and down and the visible bulge beneath your stomach. "taking my cock so well… hah.. you're such a good girl to me, bunny..”

each praise sends warmth flooding through your chest as much as between your legs. god, that alone left your knees trembling like they might give out at any second. but you push through just to chase the high like it’s salvation. “f-fuck… i feel so full, minji-ya!” 

“yeah? so full? i'll make you feel really full, bunny." minji coos, slowing just slightly to drag every inch out before thrusting back in that makes you hold her close to your breasts by the head. "i’ve got you, bunny.” she murmurs, her hands lightly tracing your arching back as she breathes in your scent, then closing her mouth around your sensitive nipple. 

“w-wait–! baby im gonna cum!” you whined out loud recklessly, tightening your hold around her head as a perfect upward roll of her hips hits exactly right at your weak spot which makes the world go white behind your eyelids.

"minji—! ah!!" you cry out her name as your walls clamp down around her hard cock, cum gushing out of your pussy, staining her thighs and your skirt, back arching like a bowstring while minji holds you close but keep thrusting through it—gentle now—as if worshiping the way your body surrenders to hers completely.

after pulling away to give your nipple a soft peck, minji whispers against your neck. "mine,” her voice low and intimate—one hand trail down your bulged stomach while the other cradling the back of your head—as if anyone else could ever doubt it. “let me finish in you and it'll be over, hm?”

you couldn't reply, orgasm hit you like an electric shock so deliciously that your jaw hanging open in a silent cry, eyes shutting tight as your body convulses above her. every nerve alight, walls clenching uncontrollably around her cock buried deep inside you. 

that doesn't stop minji. 

she can’t—not when you feel this fucking good. not when she’s so fucking close to cum. she trapped you flush against her chest as she chases her own peak with desperate thrusts that drag across your oversensitive g-spot again and again.

"gonna cum–fuck, im getting close, princess," minji growls and bites down on your neck just as a pleasured yelp tears from your throat—but there’s no pain at all. minji would slap herself if she went too far on you. the sting blooms into pleasure as she marks your chest and neck—repeating the same way you did to her earlier—where everyone will see tomorrow if you didn't cover neta enough.

“m-minji-ya–baby slow d-down!” 

“almost–! fuck! im coming inside you!”

and just like that, a hot flood of her cum fills deep inside your womb, stuffing you so full until it leaks out of yor hole. a low, and cracked moan breaks out from minji's lips as her hips stutter violently from each pulses. “f-fuck, that w-was so fucking g-good…”

your exhausted body shudders against her, milking every last drop from her twitching cock while soft moans spill between gasps—one harmonizing perfectly with the other before it eventually worn out.

for a long moment, neither of you make any movement. just letting each other's breaths tangled together, brushing against skin slick with sweat and listening to each other's heartbeat eased back into a gentle pace.

your knees finally give out—legs trembling like jelly—as you collapse fully against her chest, too weak to even lift your hips. minji's softening cock is still nestled deep inside your walls, cum still leaking out from your oversensitive pussy and staining the chair below.

minji watches a thick white ring of cums form at the base where your entrance hugging around her shaft with half-lidded eyes. a slow smirk curls on her lips in satisfaction. "look at that, my love. it's leaking out…" she begins with her voice low and rough from groaning. "your pussy feels so good.. i came a lot inside you."

you didn't even reply as youre, unfortunately, gasping for air. the sex was so damn mind-blowing–minji's cock almost snatch the fuck out of your soul. she's too good at having sex, you can't deny it.

a soft laugh left minji's lips. without a word, she helps guide your hips upward, slowly, until her softening cock slips free with a slick pop, making you whimper at the sudden emptiness even though every inch of you feels used.

“there, it's over now, my love.” minji whispers near your ear and pulls you back into the warmth of her embrace, easing into the moment where the two of you tangle in sweaty limbs and lazy breaths. “i love you, you know that right?” she presses a kiss to your temple to make you feel better. “did i went too far? are you hurt, baby?”

you shake your head, chin still resting on her broad shoulder while your hands are playing with her hair. “it feels so good, minji-ya.” you paused and pulled away to look into her eyes. a soft smile creeping onto your lips when she looks genuinely worried. she looks nothing like the minji you knew during sex earlier. “so what do you think? did i at least take some of the stress off?”

"honestly, you did take some of the stress off. we even got too carried away and blew past five minutes.” minji teases quietly and pressed a kiss on your breast.

you rolled your eyes playfully before giggling against her shoulder. “we could've past ten minutes if i let you eat me out.”

minji can't help but snort into your neck before bursting into quiet laughter, her whole body shaking with it. "youre right. thank you for the idea, princess." she mumbles between laughs. "i’ll look forward it for the next time." she pulled back just to wink her eye to you mischievously. 

“such a flirt.” you huffed out cheekily, tracing your forefinger against the red hickeys you put around her collarbone.

“cant help myself. i love you too much.” minji ducks down, burying her face between your breasts like they’re a sanctuary. obviously it is to minji. her lips press lazy kisses along the curve of one. “mmm, i love this spot.” she murmurs drowsily.

you roll your eyes again, but the smile tugging at your lips betrays you. "minji-ya," you whisper, threading your fingers through her hair. "the office reeks of us now.."

minji lifts her head slightly—her glistening lips still brushing against your breasts—as she takes a whiff of the air with exaggerated seriousness which draws a giggle out of you. then, she smirks at you, a hint of amusement flashed through her eyes. “why? youre scared we'll get caught?”

“obviously, duh." you answered her like it didn’t even need thinking, swatting her arm playfully. "imagine if someone walks in now, they’ll see exactly what we did here. we need perfume to cover the smell!” 

minji chuckles and reaches for her blazer to dig into the pocket for a tiny bottle of rose-scented hand mist she always carries. with a dramatic flick of her wrist, she sprays it haphazardly around the desk, chair and even up into the air between you just to tease you. “there. all done, baby." she remarks proudly, as if she had done something impressive. "the office smells like my perfume now.”

you snatched the perfume from her hand with a playful flick of your wrist. “good, you missed something.” you noted, spraying it more liberally on her uniform before moving to your neck. “i need to smell like you too.”

minji watches you through her half-lidded eyes and that stupidly cute smirk on her face before her hand reaches up to toy with your breast again–fingertips swirling over the still-sensitive peak that steals a breath from your lungs. “youre driving me crazy, baby. do you want to stay a little longer in here?” she murmurs. “no one’s here anyways. perhaps we can do another round on the desk?”

you shake your head instantly, breath hitching again despite yourself as she pinches your nipple lightly. “sorry to disappoint you but no, baby. my legs are all sore from riding you.”  

instead of whining for another round, minji leans back against the chair, fingers trailing down your stomach and stop right above your belly button. "fine~ fine~ i wont force my baby to go on because she's already tired~" she says lazily, surrender to your command in an instant. "come on, let's fix ourselves up. wanna go home and clean you up.” she stopped, an idea came up in her head as her smirk widening. “shower sex might sounds good.”

“you're impossible, aren't you, kim minji." you muttered, poking her nose hard enough to make her squint. "let's fix ourselves first.” you said as you slowly got off her lap, your legs burning from the intense ride as you looked at her again. “then we get home... and see how many rounds we can actually survive tonight."  

upon hearing your reply, minji grins victoriously, as if already planning in her head exactly how long she’ll let you rest before it even begins.

probably not very long.