BMW E24 6-Series Cabriolet, 1982, by Italdesign. In the early 80s BMW were planning some updates to the E24 range (the original 6-Series). They turned to Italdesign to create a prototype cabriolet version. Despite the tidiness of Giorgetto Giugiaro's conversion BMW decided not to go ahead with the cabriolet
what starts as a simple ruse to make her best friend's ex jealous turns into a whirlwind of passion and emotional chaos, as flirty banter and spilled secrets at a party lead them to question whether their hearts were in it all along.
WARNINGS āøŗ ex girlfriend!hanni, jealousy, kissing, mention of drinking, minji being a shitty ex, no proofreading because i'm in a hurry and about to go to a party.
WORD COUNT āøŗ 1.5k
NOTES āøŗ i've been inactive for a few days but i SWEAR that next week i'll pamper you guys šš» especially my girls who love yuj and minji
the pulsating beat of the nightclub thumped in harmony with your racing heart as you sank deeper into the plush velvet of the couch. you glanced at the dance floor, packed with bodies moving to the rhythm of an upbeat track. despite the chaotic energy all around you, your mind was frequently pulled back to the peculiar arrangement that had drawn you into this bizarre scenario: pretending to be minjiās girlfriend to make her ex, hanni, jealous.
at a glance, it seemed like a harmless charade. minji had justified the scheme over a casual coffee earlier that week. āi just want to show her what sheās missing,ā sheād sighed, swirling her americano. the idea seemed ridiculous at first, but watching minjiās face light up with mischief had made your resolve waver, and before you knew it, youād agreed.
a soft noise pulled you from your spiraling thoughts, and you turned to find minji standing close, her lips curving into a mischievous smile as she handed you a drink. the glass chilled against your fingertips as you accepted it, the faint scent of citrus wafting from the drink, complementing the alcoholās warmth that buzzed in your veins.
minji settled beside you, an air of comfortable confidence emanating from her. her arm draped over the back of the couch, dangerously close to your shoulders, inviting and yet just a bit electric. you stole a glance at her ensemble: a simple black tee that complimented her toned arms, an unbuttoned flannel that hung nonchalantly from her shoulders, and baggy jeans that accentuated her natural curvesāall understated yet way too attractive. the dim disco lights flickered over her features, and it was as if she was illuminated by an inner glow. it was a familiar beauty, but tonight it felt brand new.
āthanks," you said, taking a sip and letting the flavor burst on your tongue. the drink is cold and sweet, almost like a tropical getaway in a glass, the perfect distraction as you try to process everything. you felt a familiar warmth wash over youānot just from the drink, but from her presence. she looked stunning, the kind of gorgeous that made you double-take, and you felt a twist of admiration mixed with something that unnerved you.
as you moved the glass to your lips for another taste, you noticed her gaze not on the dance floor, but on you. āare you okay?ā she leaned slightly closer, her arm draping over the back of the couch, fingers dangerously close to your shoulder. āi want you to have a good time tonight. itās about us, remember?ā her voice was light, casual, yet the implication hung thickly in the air. you nodded, but internally, your heart raced, trying to process how this was all unfolding.
just then, her hand slipped from the back of the couch, landing on your thigh. the gesture was innocent enough, but it sent a shockwave through you. ānice dress,ā she said, the relaxed facade she wore overshadowing her habitual shyness. the soft glow of the lights accentuated her smile, and you felt dizzy from more than just the cocktail you were sipping on. it was as if she was peeling back a layer of security you didnāt know you needed.
āthanks, iā¦i wasnāt sure what to wear,ā you stammered, acutely aware of her warmth seeping on your bare skin, the touch igniting an inexplicable flame within you. it was a physical, nearly electric sensation that you desperately tried to ignore. you swallowed hard, attempting to refocus on the scantily clad dancers who were jiving close by. a part of you wondered if there was a line you two should draw as āpretendā lovers, but minjiās affable demeanor made it hard to remember it wasnāt real.
ābut you look pretty anyways, i really love your outfit,ā she said, her eyes twinkling, and you internally groaned. tension in your cheeks flared pink as you fumbled over a compliment about her, but it fell flat. didnāt minji notice how close her hand was? you discreetly shifted, unsure whether to pull away or lean into the electricity charging the air around you.
when she compliments you, you blush furiously, the heat creeping from your neck to your cheeks. you canāt remember the last time someone made you feel this way. "you lookā" your voice trails off as her thumb grazes your thigh, and youāre left stammering as she tilts her head with a smirk.
youād always know minji was stunning, but right now, in this moment, sheās more intoxicating than any drink could ever be. the way she challenges you with those passionate eyes, like she knows exactly how her presence affects you, sends you spiraling into an attraction you never anticipated.
after a few more laughs and drinks, the atmosphere shifts from casual flirtation to something more intense as you both decide to hit the dance floor. the music becomes your guide as you move closer, finding an innate rhythm, your bodies instinctively swaying together. the dance floor is a sea of neon and excitement, bodies thrumming with energy, and then you catch sight of hanni.
her group is at the bar, and hanniās gaze finds you both instantlyālike a spotlight honing in. you feel a jolt of adrenaline, and minji seems to sense it too.
it was like a tidal wave crashing over youāthe sight of hanniās narrowed eyes trained on you and minji, like an eagle locking onto its prey. thatās when you decided to fully embrace this unexpected role-play. minjiās hands found your waist, pulling you closer to her as you began to sway together, bodies shifting in time with the beat. you leaned into her, and a giggle slipped from your lips at the thrill of it all.
āhow are we doing?ā minji asked with a teasing grin, brushing her fingers across your sides in a way that sent jolts through your body. you could feel the heat rising in your cheeks.
āpretty good, iād say,ā you replied, grinning. āi think hanniās already less than thrilled.ā
with that, she stepped closer, letting her lips brush against your ear, her voice slightly muffled by the pulsing music, āletās give her something to really think about, shall we?ā
the next moment felt surreal yet exhilarating. minji kissed youāfirst a gentle peck, then more daring, deepening the kiss. the world around you faded away, leaving just the two of you amidst swirling lights and rhythmic pounding.
you wrapped your arms around her neck, sinking into the moment. this wasnāt entirely acting anymore; it felt too sweet, too consuming to be just that. you could feel all eyes on you, particularly hanni's. you could sense her jealousy like a tangible thing, stingingly sharp in the cool spray of the barās specialty cocktails.
but it wasnāt just a show for her ex anymore; you felt the heat of the kiss linger longer than anticipated, and when she pulled away, your heart was pounding like a drum. with newfound boldness and too many drinks in you, you grinned back at her, pulling her in again for another kiss. her lips were soft, and a part of you began to wonder if the lines had blurred. in that own electric moment, you forgot about hanniāthe looming presence of her ex-girlfriend hovering nearby.
as you broke the embrace, minji's laughter rang out as she surveyed the crowd. ālook, looks like weāve caught some eyes,ā she pointed out, and thatās when the world around you spun back into focus.
sure enough, there was hanni, her piercing eyes locked on the two of you from the bar. she stood out amidst the throng, her sharp features framed with an angry curl of her lips. a pang of discomfort shot through youāthe kind of discomfort that sparked worry about how this could backfire. while minji appeared entirely at ease, a glimmer of apprehension slid through you.
āoh, wow,ā you mumbled, stomach flipping at the realization of having provoked hanni. minji followed your gaze, her brows raised playfully, but the playful air from her hadnāt reached her eyes.
"what have we gotten ourselves into?" you murmured, half to minji and half to yourself, feeling the nightās contours sharpen into something unassumingly wild.
"don't worry about her. remember, weāre convincing!ā minji replied, leaning in, her breath warm against your ear. but you could see it. hanni was a storm brewing at the edge of the dance floor, and you knew you were in for an unpredictable ride this night.
you felt the tension rolling around, but the thrill was intoxicating, dragging you into the night's chaos. this was the perspective you had always yearned for: being part of a plan, masquerading as someone elseāeven if it was just a fleeting act. what was it about tonight that felt more exhilarating than anything else you had experienced?
with hanni's furious gaze pinning you down from the bar, you prepared for the unfolding drama; this would be a long night, but definitely not a boring one.
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