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Home Alone With Hanni
Yandere Hanni X Male Reader
Tags : Step sister, Half Sister Hanni, Yandere, Throatfuck, Throatpie, Tease
Words : 2,938 Words
This is A Lovely Commision Piece for My friend @Pizza_anon On Ko-fi, Hope you liked it My Friend
Ever since you were a child, You always wondered what the future holds. Your Father was a strange man, But a Kind one. Your Real mother, was sadly died on a car accident, as the Car that she drove has a problem with its brake. The news was devastating for both your Father and You yourself.
The sudden news, Have made you slowly loosing your mind. Everything seems dark, gloomy. And your Father knew it. He tried his best, to Support you, to Lighten up your mood, and You definitely knew that He tried. You could only smile a little, but Your Father knew better.
And so One day, He suddenly gave you a surprise that you'll never forget.
"Y/n, meet Your new Mother and Sister". He said, as He brings in a Petite looking woman, with An enormous smile on her face.
"You must be Y/n. I'm Lola Pham". She smiles, as She pushed in a small looking girl, besides her.
"And this Is Hanni, Y/n. You're new Sister". Your Father smiled, as he can clearly see a little bit of Smile from your face.
Ever since that night, Your relationship with Ms. Lola and Hanni have been better and better. Even though Ms. Lola could never replace your Real mom, You can't deny that she was very supportive, caring and tried her best to be there for you.
Hanni. Hanni was, Very peculiar. She was unlike anyone you've ever met. She was a bit clingy ever since you were small. And even though she was older about 2 years away from you, She always been the one who act a bit childish. But you can't deny, That she was really pretty and cute.
However all of that changed, When you started to Enter College. Hanni was quickly the one who felt left alone, Encouraging you to please text her and call her always. At the first month or so, You definitely did that. You texted her, and make sure that she's alright, which Hanni really appreciate.
However, Since you have new friends, new people to talk to. You soon forgot a bit about her. Especially since your college life was very busy, with Studies and Parties. Suddenly Hanni was all alone, She felt left behind.
She looked at your Pictures all over Instagram, As she missed you. Longed for you. Wanted you. Hanni always have been in love with you. However she just can't seem to found the right moment to say it. She was afraid if you would hate her, once she said the golden words.
As she scrolls again and again, She found out that you've been around more and more people then what she would like you to be. Those girls filling your stories and post, was definitely not helping either. That day, Hanni cried, as She had missed you very dearly. She just wanted to play around with you again, and Cuddle like old times sake.
Thankfully, She finally found her opportunity. Your parents are planning to go on a Trip to Vietnam, as Ms. Lola wanted Your Father to explore the wonderful scenery in Vietnam. You were asked by your Father to guard the Old house, since you're having a Holiday. And so, You finally pack your necessary items, and went back.
The air smelled faintly of rain, the kind that always reminded you of home. The porch light flickered as you stepped up to the front door, your heart thudding in your chest. It had been months since you last saw Hanni, your adoptive half-sister. Months since you’d felt the weight of her clinginess, her constant need to be near you. And yet, here you were, drawn back to her like a moth to a flame.
The door creaked open before you could knock, and there she was. Hanni. Her small frame was silhouetted by the warm glow of the porch light, her dark eyes shimmering with something you couldn’t quite place. She looked… different. Her hair was longer, cascading over her shoulders in soft waves, and her usual cheerful smile was replaced by something more intense, more… unreadable.
“You’re here,” she breathed, her voice barely above a whisper. Before you could respond, she threw her arms around you, her grip tight, almost desperate. Her face buried into your shoulder, her warm breath tickling your neck as she whispered, “I missed you so much.”
You laughed nervously, patting her back. “I missed you too, Hanni. It’s good to see you again.”
But the hug lingered, and something about it felt… off. The way her fingers combed through your hair was too slow, too deliberate. The way her body pressed against yours felt… intentional. You pulled away gently, trying to mask your unease. “It’s late. We should get inside.”
She nodded, but her eyes didn’t leave you as you stepped into the house. The familiar scent of home wrapped around you, but it felt different now, heavier somehow. Hanni’s presence lingered in every corner, her energy suffocating yet intoxicating.
The next few days passed in a blur. Hanni was everywhere, always just a step behind you. She cooked your favorite meals, cleaned your room, and even offered to do your laundry. Her attentiveness was overwhelming, and her gaze—always on you, always watching—made your skin prickle. But it wasn’t until that night, when you found yourself alone in your childhood bedroom, that the tension finally snapped.
You were sitting on the edge of your bed, trying to calm your racing thoughts, when the door creaked open. Hanni stood there, her oversized shirt hanging loosely on her frame, her hair slightly disheveled. She looked fragile, almost innocent, but the gleam in her eyes told a different story.
“Couldn’t sleep,” she murmured, stepping into the room. Her voice was soft, almost shy, but there was an edge to it that made your heart skip a beat. She sat down beside you, her leg brushing against yours. “I’ve been thinking about you… about us.”
You swallowed hard, your throat suddenly dry. “Hanni, you’re acting weird.”
She tilted her head, her lips curling into a small, knowing smile. “Weird? Or honest?” Her fingers reached out, brushing against your cheek. The touch was soft, almost reverent, but it sent a shiver down your spine. “I’m just tired of pretending, of hiding how I feel. I want you, Y/n. All of you.”
Your heart raced, your mind struggling to process her words. “Hanni, this… this isn’t right. We’re—”
“Half-siblings?” she interrupted, her voice sharp. “So what? You think that changes how I feel? How we feel?” She leaned in closer, her breath warm against your ear. “I’ve been waiting for this moment for so long. Just us, together. No one else to take you away from me.”
Her words sent a chill down your spine, but before you could respond, her lips were on yours, soft and insistent. Her hands tangled in your hair, pulling you closer as she deepened the kiss. Your mind screamed at you to pull away, to stop this madness, but your body betrayed you, responding to her touch with a hunger you hadn’t realized you were capable of.
“Hanni,” you gasped, breaking the kiss. “We can’t—”
“We can,” she whispered, her eyes burning with determination. Her fingers trailed down your chest, slowly unbuttoning your shirt. “I’ve waited too long for this. I’m not letting you go. Not now. Not ever.”
You wanted to protest, to push her away, but your body wasn’t listening. Her touch was electric, sending waves of pleasure through you as she stripped you bare. Her hands roamed over your chest, her nails lightly scratching your skin, leaving a trail of fire in their wake.
“You’re so beautiful,” she murmured, her voice filled with awe. She leaned in, her lips brushing against your neck as her hands worked to unbuckle your belt. “All mine. Finally.”
Your pants hit the floor with a soft thud, and then she was on her knees before you, her dark eyes locking with yours. “Let me show you how much I’ve missed you,” she whispered, her breath hot against your skin. Her hands gripped your thighs, her nails digging in just enough to make you gasp.
And then her mouth was on you, hot and wet, as she took you deep into her throat. Her tongue swirled around you, her lips pressing against you in a way that made your head spin. She moaned around you, the vibration sending shivers down your spine.
“Hanni,” you groaned, your hands tangling in her hair. “You… you don’t have to—”
“Yes, I do,” she murmured, pulling back just enough to look up at you. Her lips were swollen, her eyes dark with desire. “I want to make you feel good. I want to make you mine.”
Her words sent a jolt of heat straight to your core, and before you could stop yourself, you were thrusting into her mouth, your hips moving on their own. She moaned around you, her throat tightening around you as she took you deeper, her nails digging into your thighs.
“God, Hanni,” you gasped, your vision swimming. “I’m… I’m close—”
She pulled back, her lips leaving you with a soft pop. “Not yet,” she whispered, her voice husky. She stood up, her hands moving to the hem of her shirt. “I want you to feel me. All of me.”
She pulled the shirt over her head, revealing her bare skin. Her breasts were small but perfect, her nipples already hard and begging for attention. She stepped out of her shorts, leaving her completely bare before you.
“Do you want me, Y/n?” she asked, her voice trembling with need. “Do you want me as much as I want you?”
You couldn’t speak, couldn’t think. All you could do was nod, your eyes drinking in the sight of her. She was beautiful, perfect, and in that moment, you didn’t care about the consequences. All you cared about was her.
She climbed onto the bed, straddling your lap, her hands resting on your chest. “Then take me,” she whispered, her eyes locked with yours. “Make me yours.”
You hesitated for a moment, but then she was guiding you into her, her warmth enveloping you completely. She moaned, her head falling back as she began to move, her hips rocking against yours in a slow, deliberate rhythm.
“Yes,” she gasped, her nails digging into your shoulders. “Yes, Y/n. Just like that.”
You gripped her hips, thrusting up into her as she rode you, her moans filling the room. Her body was tight around you, her warmth driving you closer and closer to the edge. Her hands moved to yours, intertwining your fingers as she leaned down, her lips brushing against yours.
“I love you,” she whispered against your lips. “I’ll always love you.”
Her words sent a jolt of heat through you, and with a groan, you spilled inside her, your body shuddering with the force of your release. She followed soon after, her body trembling as she cried out your name.
For a moment, you just held each other, your breathing ragged, your hearts pounding in sync. But then she leaned back, her eyes locking with yours, and you knew. This wasn’t over. Not by a long shot.
“This is just the beginning,” she whispered, her voice filled with promise. “You’re mine, Y/n. Forever.”
The room was heavy with the scent of sweat and desire, the air thick with the weight of what had just happened. Hanni’s body was still pressed against yours, her warmth seeping into your skin, but there was no time for you to catch your breath. Her eyes, dark and unrelenting, locked onto yours, and she leaned in closer, her lips brushing against your ear.
“I’m not done with you yet,” she whispered, her voice low and teasing. “I want more. All of you.”
You tried to speak, to protest, but the words caught in your throat. Hanni’s fingers traced patterns down your chest, her touch electrifying, making it impossible to think clearly. She shifted her weight, straddling you with a confidence that left you speechless. Her hips pressed down against you, and you could feel how ready she was, how desperate.
“You’re so big,” she murmured, her voice dripping with admiration. “I’ve been thinking about this for so long. About how it would feel to have you inside me. To have you ruin me.”
Her words sent a shiver down your spine, and despite the unease creeping into the corners of your mind, your body responded to her. She could feel it too, a small, satisfied smile playing on her lips as she ground her hips against you.
“That’s it,” she cooed, her hands trailing down to your waist. “Let go. Just for me.”
Before you could respond, she slid off of you, her movements slow and deliberate. She kneeled between your legs, her hands resting on your thighs as she looked up at you with those dark, pleading eyes.
“I want to taste you,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “I want to feel you in my throat. Please.”
Her fingers wrapped around you, and you gasped at the contact. She was already so wet, so eager, but this was something else entirely. Her tongue flicked out, teasing the tip, and you couldn’t help but groan.
“Hanni…” you started, but she didn’t let you finish. She took you into her mouth, her lips closing around you as she began to move. Her tongue swirled around you, her pace slow but deliberate, and you could feel the heat of her mouth, the tightness of her throat.
She took you deeper, her hands gripping your thighs as she worked her way down your length. Her eyes never left yours, and the intensity in them was almost too much to bear. She wanted you to see how much she wanted this, how much she needed it.
“Fuck,” you muttered, your fingers tangling in her hair as she continued. She moaned around you, the vibrations sending jolts of pleasure through your body. She was taking you deeper now, her throat relaxing as she swallowed you whole.
“Hanni, you don’t have to…” you tried to say, but she pulled back just enough to look up at you.
“I want to,” she insisted, her voice breathless. “I want to feel you cum in my throat. I want you to ruin me.”
Her words were like a spark, igniting something deep inside you. She didn’t give you a chance to respond, taking you back into her mouth, her pace quickening. Her throat tightened around you, and you could feel yourself getting closer, the pressure building with every movement of her lips.
“Hanni...” you groaned, your grip tightening in her hair. She moaned in response, the sound muffled as she took you even deeper. Her hands moved to your hips, pulling you closer, and you could feel her throat contracting around you.
It was too much. With a groan, you spilled into her, your body tensing as you released. Hanni didn’t pull away, swallowing every drop, her throat working around you as she took everything you had to give.
When you finally relaxed, she pulled back, a triumphant smile on her lips. Her face was flushed, her eyes glazed with satisfaction, and she looked up at you with a mix of adoration and hunger.
“See?” she said, her voice hoarse but filled with pride. “I told you I could take it.”
You were still catching your breath, your heart pounding in your chest, but she wasn’t done. She climbed back onto your lap, her hands resting on your shoulders as she straddled you once more.
“Now it’s my turn,” she whispered, her hips grinding against you. “I want to feel all of you. Every. Single. Inch.”
Her words sent a jolt of heat through you, and you could feel yourself hardening again beneath her. She smiled, a mischievous glint in her eyes as she positioned herself above you.
“Hanni, wait…” you started, but she didn’t let you finish. She sank down onto you, her body stretching to accommodate you, and you couldn’t hold back the groan that escaped your lips.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” she murmured, her voice breathless as she began to move. Her hips rolled against you, her pace slow but deliberate, and you could feel every inch of her as she took you deeper.
Her hands moved to your chest, her nails digging lightly into your skin as she rode you. Her breath came in short, ragged gasps, her body trembling with pleasure as she moved.
“You’re mine,” she whispered, her voice filled with possessiveness. “All mine.”
Her pace quickened, her hips slamming down against you with a desperation that left you breathless. Her fingers tangled in your hair, pulling you closer as she leaned in, her lips brushing against your ear.
“Cum inside me,” she begged, her voice trembling with need. “I want to feel you. Please.”
Her words were like a spark, igniting the fire inside you, and with a groan, you spilled into her, your body shuddering with the force of your release. She followed soon after, her body trembling as she cried out your name.
For a moment, you just held each other, your breathing ragged, your hearts pounding in sync. But then she leaned back, her eyes locking with yours, and you knew. This wasn’t over. Not by a long shot.
Hanni, Climbs to you. As she hugged you, Her eyes were burning as She forced you to kiss her. Her tounge, Playfully. "You're mine now.. ".
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synopsis; hanni was never big on physical affection... until she wasnt.
trope; hanni x 6th member!reader, fluff!
wc; 1.2 k
cw; n/a
a/n; i still dont know how to write but i heart hanni so its fine its OKAY its COOL !! just been listening to yearning music and stuff so BAM. aLSO!! i was also thinking of making "asleep among endives" the song attached to this... but idk i love the fluttery feeling of laufey.
It was a known fact by many that Hanni Pham was not one for physical affection— especially in public. Danielle trying to kiss her during a livestream? Dani-ed. Hyein trying to ask for affection? Rejected. Softly. Hell, even your attempts were futile most times.
Trying to hold her hand in public? Swatted away. Wrapping your arms around her waist while waiting in a line? She's whining out like you’ve just stabbed her. God forbid you try to kiss her hand or cheek (you’ve tried. She screamed.)
You were the opposite of Hanni Pham. Physical affection was one of your top if not the top love language of yours. Every living and breathing moment you had to be in contact with one of the members. Squeezing Hyein’s shoulder reassuringly during an interview, absentmindedly playing with Haerins fingers in the car, tapping and poking Minji’s back just to be a nuisance. It was just a natural everyday habit for you. More often than not, Danielle is the one to frequently reciprocate— she was just as affectionate as you were, after all. It wasn't uncommon to find the two of you within each other's arms, practically melded into one another.
You’ve learned over time that not many people are fans of being touchy. Unfortunate, but that's what Danielle was for. You had come to terms long ago that Hanni would never be interested in indulging in your neediness— not genuinely, at least.
… Or so you thought.
This week has been particularly rough. Back to back to back plans, on top of packed schedules for weeks on end. NewJeans is practically dominating the world, and though the attention and growth to your career was great… you were only human. You were practically still a kid. The world doesn't completely change once you hit twenty.
After what felt like forever, Japan promotions have finally ceased, and you alongside the girls finally have a chance to breathe. You collapse into your dorm bed, welcoming the plush mattress and blankets as you sigh. You genuinely cannot remember the last time you’ve been able to fully relax without an upcoming schedule looming over your head, let alone relax in your own bed.
allowing yourself to be fully enveloped by the blankets and plushies, your eyes close. The muffled sound of Hanni in the nearby shower lulls you almost hypnotically into a drowsy state, leaving you drifting in and out of consciousness for the next few minutes.
you just about nearly knock out on the spot before you suddenly feel a mass slip into the bed with you. It was a fairly familiar feeling. Though, normally you were the one crawling into the other dorm beds, this was still a welcome experience. Too exhausted to open your eyes, you softly murmur.
“Dani… what’re you doing here…” you say, before subconsciously wrapping your arm around the mystery figure.
Huh. Feels different.
“I.. It's not Dani.”
Your eyes immediately shoot open as the sound of Hanni’s soft voice rings out. Surprised, you look down at the girl in your arms, who’s already settled comfortably in your arms, face buried into your chest. She seems to be avoiding your gaze. Her hair was still slightly damp from her shower, with the iconic bobbed wig set off to the side for the night. Her skin was cool to the touch, a welcome contrast to your warm contact.
A soft, almost nervous chuckle leaves your lips as you’re still caught incredibly off guard. “Han?? Whats.. what's up with this?” You try to pick your words carefully, not wanting to scare her off during such a rare event— but to be frank, you were never good with your words and on top of that, you were half asleep.
“M’just tired…”
You must either be dreaming, or this isn't Hanni. Maybe it's Danielle disguised as Hanni? Has Danielle finally managed to crawl into Hanni’s skin before you could? Damn.
The feeling of Hanni’s face burying deeper into your chest snaps you back to reality, and you hold your breath. Body tensing almost comically at this point. What do you do now? She's never willingly brought herself this close to you before. What if she’s just toying with you?
Very hesitantly, you slowly use the arm that's draped over her form to rub soothing circles onto her back. Much to your relief, the vietnamese girl seems to take well to the touch, letting out a soft sigh against your chest as she practically melts into your touch.
“I-Is this okay…?” You quietly whisper, and you get a soft, “mhm..” in response.
Okay, now you’re definitely beginning to overthink this. How does Hanni even like to be touched? Everyone has their own preferences on how to receive physical affection, after all. Physical touch is an art and a skill very few can master, and you were determined to prove you were more than capable.
Danielle had always been a fan of you playing with her hair— especially in its naturally curly form. Maybe Hanni would like the same?
Slowly, your hand begins to trail higher along her back, soon meeting her long, dark hair. You begin to gently card your fingers through the silky locks, resulting in a soft, satisfied hum from Hanni in response. The vietnamese girl was always the one to get the most interesting haircuts during comebacks, though she always made the effort to keep her natural hair as healthy as possible despite everything it's been put through. You don't even know how many times a new wig of just about any color has been slapped onto Hanni’s head.
Slowly, your fingers find their way up to her scalp. Her poor head must’ve gone through so much– nearly as much as Danielle’s, probably. Massaging her skin softly, Hanni becomes boneless in your arms. She loops her arms around your neck, pulling you impossibly closer as her head cranes towards your touch. The gesture leaves your heart fluttering.
It seems like the touch is unfamiliar for her as well. Her movements are slightly awkward, but not uncomfortable. Neither of you decide to comment on it.
After being practically Hanni-starved for god knows how many years, you’re over the moon. You wanted this moment to stretch on forever. The shorter girl is practically purring against you at this point, absolutely relishing in your magic touch. Your legs tangled together beneath the sheets as your shared body heat fills the room with a welcomed warmth.
Now relaxing a bit more, you can fully take in the moment. The scent of Hanni’s shampoo fills your nostrils– peaches and cream. You had gifted her that shower set some Christmas ago. Nice to see it was still being put to good use.
The darkness envelops the both of you as a comforting silence passes. Hanni’s warm breath hits your neck as you feel her breathing steady, seemingly enamored by your touch. Her body feels soft, relaxed, and absolutely perfect against yours.
You still weren't sure exactly what prompted Hanni to come into your embrace in the first place. Maybe this would be the last time. Or maybe after another long work week, she’ll find her way back into your bed within the night.
But for now, you two remain comfortably entangled and engulfed by one another, the sound of soft snores filling the air as you slowly drift to sleep, feeling nothing but warmth within her arms.
sunkissed
pham hanni x fem!reader ; fluff
synopsis: it took a day trip to the beach for you and hanni to confront what you two always felt for each other.
warnings: pining 3x ; idiots in love and in denial ; s*nb*rn for those who are very sensitive to that (this is a joke) (im so sorry for those who can’t tan without burning) (couldn't be me i fear) ; literally nothing else just fluff lol ; they’re down bad for each other ; anything else not mentioned; kinda proofread
a/n: smth sweet and shorter than usual and also based on this song AND my friend and i passing out tgt in the car otw back home from a day trip to the beach. we were OUUTT like a light omfg and we both woke up so disoriented ok enjoy
survive the day being around hanni—that was the goal.
it was just a day trip to the beach, nothing crazy. you’ve been to the beach more times than you can count on both hands. the only thing different about this trip is that hanni would be there.
while brushing your teeth in the morning, you told (convinced) yourself that there would be nothing to worry about since the rest of your friends would be going too. even when an uneasy feeling crawls up your back, you tell yourself it’ll be fine.
the last time you went to the beach was when your best friend yunjin invited you to tag along with her friends from home that you’ve met with a few times prior. the day was easy and light. you all sang along to music on the way to the coast, struggled to find a spot to park and settle on the beach, tanned, played with the volleyball kazuha brought, swam and splashed each other until you were too tired to keep messing with each other, took at least a hundred pictures, and walked around until the sun set before you took turns driving home.
you figured today would be similar—fun and simple.
you pray that it’s simple, lighthearted, and relaxing once you’re out the door and on the way to meet up with minji and the rest.
(you shake your head once you find yourself thinking of hanni being part of 'the rest')
once you’ve reached a point where it’s too late to turn back home, you realize you forgot your sunscreen. one of the most important things you needed. you groan at the red light when the realization hits, and once the light turns green, you tell yourself that it’ll be fine—again. someone has to have some sunscreen at least.
you park your car down the road, a secret spot minji knows where they won’t ticket or tow you. you grab your bags, walk over to minji’s place, and catch everyone outside the apartment she shares with hanni. everyone is already in light, summer clothing with their bags hanging on their shoulders looking tired and ready to go.
“there she is,” minji says, turning her head in your direction, everyone following her gaze as well. “took you long enough.”
“i’m two minutes late.” you roll your eyes, “you’ll live.”
“whatever. alright, we can put the bags in the trunk and then get going. the sun is about to rise.” minji adds, gesturing to the youngest of the group so she can help them out first.
you glance over at hanni once minji heads to the car. she has a tote bag hung on her shoulder, a white off-the-shoulder t-shirt on, and a nice flowy, long blue skirt too. her hair is flowing down her shoulders and there’s a hairtie she borrowed from you a few months ago (not that it's important or anything. you just happened to notice) on her wrist that you assume she’ll use later.
hanni looks stunning in the light of dawn. she always looks stunning, and right now she looks especially stunning because you catch the small lines under her eyes and the slight squint that hint at the lack of sleep. she smiles when she greets you.
“hey,” her voice is soft, tired.
“hi hanni.” you grin easily at her. “you look exhausted.”
“i couldn’t sleep,” she sighs, rubbing her eyes. “i tried sleeping at eight. it worked, but i woke up at twelve and couldn’t sleep until thirty minutes before we had to wake up.”
“maybe you’ll get some more sleep in the car?”
“i’d hope so.”
“yeah.” you nod. you both stare at each other for a good two seconds. it spikes your heartbeat. then put your hand out. “let me help you with your bag.”
“what? no, it’s fine.” she tells you, “it’s not that heavy.”
you shake your head, already slipping your fingers underneath the straps of the bag and slipping it off her shoulder. she frowns playfully before you head over to where minji is, helping her load the trunk.
everyone is already situated in the car by the time you and minji are done loading. she closes the trunk and heads toward the drivers seat. danielle is sitting in the passengers seat, haerin and hyein are in the middle, and you’re—
left with hanni.
you blink.
there’s a bag taking up one of the seats on the side, so you’re left in the middle. you take a small breath before squeezing through the small space to get into the back, settling down next to the girl who makes your words fizzle in your throat.
your legs brush against each other and your arms are mildly squished. the proximity screws up with your composure, making you momentarily flustered and unable to think straight.
“it’s a little cramped, isn’t it?” you joke. it’s lame, but hanni’s lips twitch into a small smile.
“dani was complaining about car sickness even though i called shotgun… and so did the other two. were shoved in the back for now.”
“ah,” you don’t know what else to say except for, “i hope you’re able to sleep comfortably.”
“oh definitely.” she laughs softly. “i hope i don’t take up much of your personal space while i’m out.”
you smile, shrugging. “i don’t mind.”
a soft flush graces hanni’s cheeks at your response. she smiles and rests her head against the seat, her blinking slowing down every few seconds.
minji fixes the rearview mirror, then turns up the sound of the music. something easy going and summer-like plays. you assume hyein is on aux.
“okay, everyone, sit tight. we’ll refill gas and grab breakfast in an hour or two.” minji says.
with that, hanni nods, then nudges your shoulder. you tilt your head and she moves her arm to link it with yours, muttering quietly, “so we’re less squished,” before closing her eyes and leaning her head against your shoulder.
you’re stiff at first, although very briefly. your whole body relaxes not so long after, and you find yourself drifting off into sleep as well.
hyein and haerin turn around thirty minutes into the car ride to find you two asleep together. your mouth is parted a bit and hanni is practically hugging your arm now. the two grin at each other, hyein snaps a picture, and when they show it to danielle everyone is content.
“it’ll work out.” minji grins to herself.
—
hanni wakes up feeling completely disoriented.
the car is moving slower than before. she glances out and finds that they’ve already taken an exit out into some small town, probably for gas and breakfast. she blinks a few times before rubbing her eyes with her free hand, trying to bring herself back to reality after her nap.
when she scans the area after gaining full consciousness, she notices that your arms are still linked. you’re asleep, loose and comfortable against her, your neck angled questionably. she links your arms tighter as she stares out the window, the filtered sunlight kissing her features softly.
minji turns into a gas station that looks a little run-down after a few minutes down a small road. the feeling of the car slowing down wakes you up. you mumble something incoherent and groan, lifting your head up and resting it against the headrest tiredly.
haerin catches your groan and turns around to see you struggling to open your eyes. hyein follows, giggling at the sight of you two, but for the most part you, with an expression comparable to a newborn kitten.
“wakey wakey!” hyein beams, making you groan again—louder this time.
“are we here?” you ask in a drowsy voice.
“minji’s getting gas.” haerin says flatly. “bathroom break, snack splurge, and dani’s finding a cafe on the way for us to eat breakfast at. we have like, an hour and a half.”
your body goes limp again as it rests against the seat. “great. i’m going back to sleep.”
“you should probably go to the restroom.” haerin suggests.
“i might pass out on the toilet.” you joke.
danielle pokes her head through the open door in the passengers, turning to you and almost ordering, “you guys should go to the restroom just in case! and grab some snacks.”
hanni yawns, then nudges you.
“well you’re going to have to get out regardless so i can go.”
you groan again.
hanni’s teasing tone is evidence that the nap worked. she’s back to the hanni you’re used to, the hanni that’s relentless when it comes to poking at you and throwing snarky remarks.
you scramble out into the gas station and end up going to the restroom too, even buying a little protein bar to snack on once you’re back in the car. minji turns up the music as she drives out the small lot and danielle finds a place to grab a quick breakfast before the beach.
“thirty minutes away there’s a…” you catch danielle squinting just barely before she continues, “cafe! it’s close to the beach too. we can take pictures before we swim!”
hanni turns to face you, stifling a giggle at her energy. you bite the inside of your lip to keep yourself from smiling too hard—not necessarily because of danielle.
you and hanni aren’t linking arms the rest of the car ride. her arm still rests against yours, which is inevitable due to the bag taking up a whole seat, but you don’t mind.
the sun splays out across hanni’s features gently as she stares out the window. your eyes trail down the slope of her nose that shines softly and lingers on the strands of hair brushing against her cheek. you stop yourself then, turning to face the road and the dangling charm hanging from the mirror of minji’s car.
—
you’re completely awake once you reach the cafe. the exterior of the building is modern looking, but it’s vintage aroma and cozy interior reflects the comfort and authenticity of the place. the employees are around your age, maybe a little older. their smiles light up the area even more.
minji is the first to walk up to the counter and read off the menu. her eyes widen and a small smile graces her lips.
“everything sounds good—it smells good here. do you guys know what you want?”
you squint at the menu for a moment before nodding, “i’ll just share food with someone. get me an iced tea, though.”
“we can share then y/n. i’ll get the classic breakfast with bacon and an iced latte with whole milk.” hanni says matter-of-factly.
danielle glances at minji and it’s weirdly mischievous. she turns on her heel to meet you and hanni face to face, grinning wider.
“since you two know what you want, why don’t you grab us some seats?”
“um, okay.” you say, shrugging.
now it’s just you and hanni walking around the area. it’s not too busy, but a handful of seats are already taken. hanni points at the table outside, something similar to a table you’ve seen at camping sites. the only thing different about it is that it’s really nice looking. the table is marbled and not decade-old wood with moss growing on it.
you stretch your arms out and a hint of your skin peeks out when your shirt lifts. hanni pretends she doesn't notice.
“it’s nice here.” hanni says as she settles down. she’s gazing out at the small town ahead, mixed with hues of green and birds soaring above it freely. “it’s beautiful.”
“yeah.” you agree. it’s not one of those cliche rom-com moments where you’re staring at her while you agree. it’s truly beautiful out there. “it’d be nicer if i had a meal…”
“oh my god,” hanni scoffs as you sit down in front of her. “you’re unbelievable.”
“yeah and i’m also the person who’s going to down half your breakfast.”
“of course you are.”
“...what’s that supposed to mean?”
hanni raises her brows, giving you that look.
you roll your eyes, looking out the distance long enough for hanni to study the side of your face (and if there were a quiz for each feature memorized, she’d ace it). she takes in the view for a bit longer before speaking,
“you look cute by the way,” she says nervously, unable to look you in the eye. “fitting for the beach.”
you long to reach your hand out and simply rest it against her face, but you hold back. your lips lift up into a smile.
“i think that’s the nicest thing you’ve said to me this month.”
“hey!”
you laugh, teeth showing and all. “you look beautiful too, hanni.” you say after a beat.
before either of you can hang on to whatever stills in the air, the rest of the group finds you two together and situates themselves. minji hands you both your drinks and tells you that the food will take a few minutes before they serve it to you. hyein doesn’t stay in her seat for long, immediately standing up to take in the view.
danielle grabs her camera and suggests taking pictures while the food is being prepared. none of you shut down the idea.
first it’s a few solo pictures of everyone, then duos and group pictures. minji and hanni pose together, making a stupid face when danielle takes the picture. hyein and haerin take a picture with you next, all of you smiling like it’s a family photo and it's as cute as it is ridiculous. then it’s danielle, minji, and hanni bunched up together cutely for the next photo.
the session is interrupted when one of the employees brings out the food, placing it on the table before offering to help take a picture of all of you. and after that, just when you think you can finally eat, minji pushes you to hanni, who’s being pushed by danielle.
“now a picture of you two!” minji suggests. it’s not really a suggestion, more of an order.
“okay, okay.” you respond, giving hanni a small grin.
your hand slips down to right above her waist, resting lightly as you nudge her just a bit closer. she tilts her head a bit, smiling softly. you do the same, then the flash on danielle’s camera goes off.
“cute,” danielle mumbles, glancing at the picture. “okay, let’s eat now.”
—
the drive to the beach isn’t long, but the journey to a spot that’s not taken up by families is. it's awfully crowded for a wednesday.
you have your totebag on one arm and hold a bag that minji forced you to carry with the other. it feels as if the bag you’re holding will slip from your fingers any second, or maybe that’ll be you with how much scorching sand sneaks into your slides and hinders your ability to walk. the sand burns your feet here and there, but you push through and end up finding a nice spot that had been a seven-minute walk from parking.
the sun tickles your skin. it’s quite hot, obviously, but it heats you in a way that kind of burns you while also bringing you a feeling of peace. you feel alive.
everyone takes part in setting up their spot. hyein and haerin lay out the blankets with danielle and hanni while you and minji struggle to plant the big umbrellas. once you set up a spot for shade, hyein lies right in that spot and sighs like she’s just lugged a cart full of weights.
“it’s so hot.” she groans, “i need to lie for a bit.”
“put on sunscreen at least.” you scold lightly. you tug on her arm, urging her to get up before squeezing sunscreen on your palms. you rub your hands together before applying the sunscreen on hyein’s arms, legs, and back. you also leave a very noticeable white cast on her face with how messily you’ve applied it. it makes her look stupidly adorable, so you snap a picture and chuckle at it. “the sun is scared of you now.”
“i look like a clown." she pouts, "of course it is."
“it’ll go away,” you assure, rubbing your thumb on her cheek to blend it in a bit nicer. “it’s only bad on your cheek and forehead.”
“your turn.” she says mischievously.
you huff.
hanni watches you slip off your tank top swiftly—in an oddly enticing manner—leaving you in swim shorts and a sports bra. hanni tries to look away but it’s impossible when the curve of your back meets the sun in such an alluring way. you’ve probably worked out a little extra in order to look like this for the beach trip. it’s safe to say that the work paid off.
“nice view, huh?” danielle’s words rip hanni’s gaze from the back of your arm.
hanni meets danielle’s eyes, a glint in the way she’s looking at the older girl. hanni knows what she’s thinking, but she doesn’t want to face it.
“stop it.” hanni sighs.
“i think today is the day for it.”
“for what?”
“oh han, you know.” danielle raises her eyebrows as she looks back over to you. you’re making a face while hyein puts sunscreen on your cheeks a little too aggressively. “you can’t hide your feelings forever.”
“no.” hanni replies almost immediately. she nearly laughs at the way you look with sunscreen smeared all over your face so unevenly. “today is supposed to be normal… relaxing and whatnot. i just want to have a good time—i want y/n to have a good time.”
“she’ll have a good time as long as you’re here hanni. please, trust me.”
“i just—i love her too much. i’m too scared.”
“i’m sure she feels just like you do, and one of you has to face that eventually.”
danielle doesn't give hanni a chance to process her words; she turns hanni into a flustered mess without warning her.
danielle calls you over and insists that you help out hanni with putting on sunscreen. it’s embarrassing how hanni can tell her cheeks are burning through the heat of the sun, amplifying the feeling. it’s even worse when you agree like it’s nothing.
your hands spread sunscreen across her arms and legs with ease. when you tell her to turn around so you can apply it on her back, she finds herself nodding even when her heart is racing and telling her to run away.
the chill of the sunscreen clashes with the warmth on her skin. she instinctively moves away from your touch.
“sorry.” you mutter.
with a turn of her head, no further than where you can see the side of her face, she responds, “no, it’s fine. it just caught me off guard.”
you nod before continuing. your hand is soft against the skin of her back, trailing up the back of her ribs to where her shoulders are. everything is awfully intimate and there’s a thrill in both of your guts that neither of you can suppress.
hanni feels your hand linger on her shoulder before you softly say, “done. did you want me to get your face?”
she wants to simultaneously dismiss and accept the offer. the thought of your hands caressing her face excites her, but the proximity and intimacy of it all makes her heart tumble in her chest.
“it’s fine, i—” she pauses, her brows furrowing when she catches something on your face. “hold on, you missed a spot.”
there’s a small area of sunscreen on your cheek that hanni wipes over with her thumb and it dissolves into your skin easily. she willfully ignores how the glow of your skin under the sun makes you so undeniably cute.
“thanks.” is all you can say to keep you from doing something stupid.
both of you purse a forced smile at the same time before redirecting your attention to something else—anything that’s not each other.
today is going to be a wonderful day, you both tell yourselves. everything will be fine.
—
all of you tan for an less than an hour before actually getting up. you nearly fall asleep and risk a sunburn, but hyein is there to snap you out of your drowsiness and flips you over like a sausage on a grill. you nearly fall asleep again.
minji had been sitting in one of the beach chairs you brought, her cap sitting on her head in a way that made her look like a father. danielle had fallen asleep with the book she was reading on her face. haerin was there next to her not far from passing out. hanni was laid next to you, reading a book, and it was odd that she had always been there. always nearby, always close.
you didn’t mind.
it isn’t long before you finally get up, dusting sand off your legs, and urge minji to play volleyball with you. the two of you share a soda before peppering and it brings enough energy to keep you two shouting at each other to keep the ball up in the air. the rest watch you two run around desperately—minus haerin, who’s still lying down and half-asleep—and are impressed that you’ve kept the ball up for so long. minji slips up and hits the ball too far off to your left, which reels a groan from you once it hits the sand.
hanni decides to get up and join, determined to do better than both of you. you try to keep your eyes off her figure and how great she looks in that two piece of hers. you try your very best not to daydream about kissing every inch of her that the sun touches, to have your hands trace the outline of her body.
you all start a triangle of peppering, but the spikes, bumps, and sets all fall out of pattern when it turns into a scramble to keep the ball up.
it’s nice to spend time doing the most mundane, simple things with your friends on the beach. you can’t remember the last time you felt this relieved. the vitamin d from the sun seems to be working.
it’s even better when danielle decides to dip her foot in the water, letting the waves that hit the shore soak her feet. it’s even better when minji screams and runs into the water, falling in and wailing on about how cold it is.
the best part, however, is when hanni feels a surge of confidence to take your hand and lead you toward the water. both of you laugh the whole way down, you shiver when the water hits your abdomen, and hanni crosses her arms when the chill reaches her whole body.
when you manage to tackle her into the saltwater, soaking her completely and earning a playful jab to your shoulder, you can’t help but fall a little more in love with her. she pushes her wet hair back and looks at you like she’s going to kill you. before you know it, hanni lunges forward and takes you down with her.
maybe she did it because you did it to her first. maybe it’s because she likes the feeling of being close to you.
and maybe you don’t mind at all.
maybe you swim over to the deep end and tease her for not being able to stand there without half her face being submerged, just to see the annoyed look on her face. maybe you like the way it makes your heart flutter. maybe you carry her through the water and keep her on your shoulders while playing chicken, staying skin to skin because you like it too.
for the next few hours a cycle starts. it repeats three times.
you play around in the water, swimming and splashing each other like little kids before returning back to the towels to reapply sunscreen and tan while someone’s queued song plays on the speaker minji brought. after a good amount of time being slow-cooked by the sun, you all play with the volleyball again before returning back to the water. the day is filled with laughter, stupid inside jokes, sand finding shelter in your hair and ears, and hanni lingering closer and closer.
—
you and minji take the reigns when it comes to packing everything up. you take pity on the rest, more so the youngest of the group, who are all out of energy and gawking at their very noticeable tan lines.
hanni bumps your shoulder and tells you she can carry one of the two bags that you’re carrying. you tell her it’s fine. she shakes her head and does what you did that morning; she slips her fingers under the strap of the bag carrying the towels and gives you a shit eating grin that might just make you combust.
“i can hear the wedding bells already,” minji mutters from behind into your ear, “with all the flower girls and bridesmaids and—”
you elbow her shoulder and roll your eyes. “the water is right there, i could throw you back in.”
“whatever. go get her.” you can tell she’s winking at you when she says it with that snarky, knowing tone.
you miss when you try to elbow her again.
the sand had burned your feet the whole way back to the restroom area and the strap of the umbrella bags rubbed against your skin so much that you might mistake the red mark as a sunburn. everyone is exhausted by the time you’re back at the car. you and minji were the last ones to rinse yourselves off and change, so you two are extra tired.
you and hanni find that the back seat has a little more space now. the bag that took up an extra seat somehow found shelter in the trunk. you can’t tell if this is a good thing or not.
hanni’s arm isn’t brushing against yours anymore until she goes limp and is leaning against you. maybe you didn’t need the tight space to be near her.
—
all of you find a place to eat lunch in no time. everyone is hungry and severely dehydrated, so while everyone looks at the menu and finds a seat outside, minji asks you to help buy some water for the cooler you brought.
you’re not sure why minji wanted you to tag along to buy water, but you go regardless.
you find out why the moment you’re away from the group.
“so what are you going to do about hanni?” minji asks.
your head jerks to face her. “do what?” you question, acting stupid.
minji shakes her head. “you two are the most oblivious idiots i’ve ever met.”
she’s right, you know she’s right.
minji’s been one of your closest friends since you started university. she’s seen you at your lowest when you had been fighting with your parents for a month straight for changing your major. she's been there at your best when you received that internship you had been fighting for. she’s even seen you when you were drunk, confessing that you had been in love with hanni the month after you met her. minji knows you like the back of her palm.
“you guys have been lingering near each other the whole day,” she remarks, kicking a pebble on the ground. “she’s been checking you out the whole time. you have been checking her out as well.”
a blush creeps up your neck and tightens up your throat.
“i’m just scared—”
“i know you’re scared, but there really isn’t anything to be scared of. the feeling is mutual, i promise.” she stops talking for a moment to gaze out at the scenery in front of you. the late afternoon sun is shifting into something a little more golden—slowly but surely—and the trees are practically sparkling because of how vibrant they are. “look at how beautiful today is. everyone is happy and tan and all that. today is the day.”
“i’ll think about it.” you say, staring out at the road and the two birds that fly past. “i will.”
—
lunch is filled with laughter, satisfied cravings, and more pictures. you spend an achingly large amount of time smiling at hanni, making eye contact with her, and forcing yourself not to stare at her longer than you should.
(long enough to the point where one of your friends would notice and call you out.)
haerin suggests walking along the boardwalk and you all follow. you all explore a few little shops and danielle spends a little money on a small trinket from one of them. hanni branches out and finds a little display with cute shell bracelets, all with different colors. you wind up following her.
“these are so cute,” she says, picking up a bracelet with pink charms. she finds another one, handing it to you and adds, “look, this one is your favorite color.”
she grabs your wrist and puts it on you, smiling at how nice it fits.
“this is really cute.” you bring your wrist closer to examine it.
“maybe we should get matching ones.”
“do you want to?” you say, quiet and casual, but your eyes are warm, serious.
“yeah, i really like these ones.” hanni decides, but she likes the idea of having something that connects her to you more than the bracelet itself.
the rest of the group watches you both from outside the shop. through the window they catch you two giggling about something as the cashier checks your purchase, and when you’re back out to meet them, they all grin at the sight of your matching bracelets.
“when is the wedding?” minji questions, only half-joking.
hanni rolls her eyes. “it’s just a bracelet. i know you’re jealous.”
minji just laughs, then looks you in the eye and raises her brows, clearly amused.
—
you all end up back at the beach after walking around and talking about anything and everything because it’s been so long since you all were normal, real people and not prisoners to an academic institution.
danielle is taking a few more pictures of everyone, but mainly haerin because she’s been too timid to put herself out there. danielle is determined to curate an instagram post for haerin that will shake everyone to their core.
hyein leans against your shoulder, using you as a pillar for support while she watches minji and hanni play around with the volleyball. your hands are planted behind you as you stare out at the ocean, finding comfort in the sound of the waves crashing and the occasional sound of hyein sipping on her soda.
“y/n?” hyein asks quietly.
“hm?”
“what’s with you and hanni?”
“what do you mean?”
“i can’t tell if you guys are dating or just oblivious.”
you can’t help but laugh. “you sound like minji.”
“ew, don’t say that.” she groans. “but seriously, what’s with you guys? minji said she had some sort of plan for you two but i never really got details…”
of course minji had a plan. danielle was probably a part of it too.
you don’t know how to explain your feelings for hanni. she’s the type of person you look forward to seeing everyday. no one had ever made you feel all giddy like she has, not even your stupid crushes when you were a teenager.
hanni has a smile that kind of steals your breath away. she’s the kind of girl that makes you grin and cackle like an idiot without trying. she laughs hard at your jokes and moments of stupidity and it almost makes you feel like you’re in an alternate universe where she loves you just as much. she’s real and raw with you, letting her voice crack when she’s upset and being that burst of unique energy when she’s on top of the world. you love her for who she is and whatever she feels.
there’s so much warmth that seeps out of her and so much you don’t understand. there’s a lot of things you don’t understand and it’s scary how badly you want to know every inch of her.
you don’t know how to explain the complexity of how your heart pounds in your chest when it comes to hanni. instead, you say, all so casually but genuine in the way your tone softens, “i love her a lot.”
hyein sips on her soda again, then hums. “does she know it?”
you sigh, biting your lip before saying, “i think she will soon.”
—
“oh my god, you’re sunburnt.” hanni says as she returns to the beach towel you’re sat on.
everyone else is god-knows-where and hanni always finds herself drawn back to you. she sits down and examines your cheek.
“no i’m not.” you defend, “i’m sunkissed.”
“sure,” she giggles. she absentmindedly plays with the end of her hair, a habit that stems from her being a nervous wreck. “i think the sun made out with your face.”
a suggestive remark catches in your throat. you decide to have some decorum instead of opening your mouth.
you turn to her finally and the sight of her staring at you with so much care and intimacy makes you feel light and relieved. her cheeks are also a hue of red—like an apple—worse than you for sure.
“i would be more focused on your face. that’s a burn.” you snicker, reaching out to place your fingers on her skin. her cheek is warmer than it should be, not just because she’s burnt. “you look like rudolph if his nose were his cheeks instead.”
“you sound ridiculous.”
“you get what i mean.” you respond bashfully.
hanni melts when you flash that lopsided grin at her. it’s golden hour, the light hits you so perfectly, and all hanni can think of is how nice it would be to kiss you right now. she makes the mistake of glancing down at your lips—for a second—and you catch it. she speaks before you can say anything.
“today has been fun.” she breaks eye contact and plays with her hair again. her knees move to her chest and she hugs them close as she watches the sky dim. “i haven’t had this much fun in a while.”
“not even during the movie night last month?” you giggle at the memory of minji and hanni crying while half-drunk to some romcom danielle put on. the video still lives in your favorites.
“okay, well—you know what i mean. the weather is perfect and everything is going well and, i, well,” her teeth trap her bottom lip and she looks at you shyly. “i’m just really happy to be around you. everytime we’ve been left alone i just—i don’t know. it feels right. it always does.”
your world stops for a moment. your world, usually equally as busy as it is overstimulating, goes silent. hanni has that effect on you, like when she came over to drop off something during finals season to find you freaking out and calmed you down with a soothing, warm hug. or when you had just gotten into a fight with your mother for the second time in the week during lunch with your friends, then brought you back to the ground with a simple hand only our shoulder and the look in her eyes. but now? everything goes still. it’s almost unsettling.
you can only laugh. hanni puts a hand on her forehead and cringes.
“sorry, that sounded so sentimental.”
“no, no. hanni, it’s fine.” you reassure.
a surge of confidence spreads through your body like a wildfire. maybe today is the day.
“i can’t believe the sun got to kiss you and not me.” you sound like a lead in a romcom. your words are corny and make you cringe, but the way you say it sounds awfully genuine and lovestruck.
“what?” she almost chokes on nothing.
“i– sorry. i’m not good with these things.” you pinch the bridge of your nose.
you gulp when she looks at you with those sun-soaked eyes, they’re gleaming like the ocean in front of you.
“minji has been trying to get me to tell you how i feel for a while… and then this trip happened and i realized that i’m too deep into everything i feel for you to keep beating around the bush.”
“you like me?”
you shake your head.
“i love you, hanni.”
she gulps, opens her mouth to say something, but she can’t. it’s impossible after you’ve just said the words that hanni has been wanting to say since you carried her home after one too many drinks at a house party. or maybe it was when you two snuck out to go on a walk late at night, sharing stories that were simultaneously heart-warming and heart-clenching. or maybe it was when she first laid eyes on you. she can’t remember when she figured out she loved you because it feels like it's always just been... there.
“i love you too, y/n.” her words are nearly a whisper.
“oh, okay, i’m really glad.” you exhale heavily, closing your eyes from pure relief and clutching your chest like you’ve just had a heart-attack. this is pretty comparable though. “because you looked so good all day and i seriously felt like an idiot this whole time trying not to look at you too hard.” it spills out your lips like a ramble, but it’s jumbled up enough to convey everything hanni needs to hear.
hanni laughs at how cute you are with your hand still clutching your chest.
“i’ve felt the same.”
“yeah?” you tilt your head, unknowingly shifting a little closer. “minji told me you were checking me out.”
“okay, don’t get ahead of yourself.”
“i worked out a lot for today. did you like the view?”
“shut up before i kiss you.”
your lips relax and you swallow hard.
“i won’t shut up then.”
“then i’ll do it myself.”
it’s not until that moment that you realize that your lips are already a breath apart. hanni tilts her head a little to match you, and her lips search for yours, pressing eagerly once they meet.
you pull away first just to take a good look at her. she stares at your lips the whole time you stare at her face, lit up perfectly by golden hour. she practically launches herself back onto you, cupping your cheek and kissing you again. her mouth presses softly, firmly, warmly. you can feel her smiling into the kiss and she feels you doing the same.
your fingers rake into her hair, tugging gently as you deepen the kiss. you sigh into her like it’s a dream come true.
and it is.
—
the rest of the group walks back to where you and hanni are to spot your hand on her jaw, her fingers twirling your hair, and lips locked from afar.
haerin laughs out of surprise and amusement. “it worked out.”
“finally,” danielle sighs.
“i told you it’d work out.” minji shrugs. she walks past the group and toward you two to purposefully break you apart—she likes embarassing both of you.
—
everyone is completely dead once you’re back in the car. hyein is already asleep on haerin’s shoulder and minji hasn’t even left the parking lot (she’s downing an energy drink to prepare for the two and a half hour car ride).
danielle is looking through all of the photos and a few minutes later a notification pops up on your phone with all the photos danielle uploaded. before you open it up, hanni moves your arm so that it’s around her.
“wow, you’re bold. we just made out and now you’re—”
“i’d shut you up like before, but i’m not going to be an asshole and traumatize anyone today. and i’m tired, move over.” she almost sounds cranky. you find it adorable.
“okay, okay.” you extend yourself so that hanni can lay in your arms. the back of her head is on your chest and she’s holding onto your forearm. the position isn’t the most comfortable—you can feel your butt numbing from the weird angle you’re sitting at, and your legs don’t even extend fully across due to your height—but hanni is. you don’t complain.
hanni whines when you move the arm she had clung onto like a teddybear, but you feel her soften up as soon as it moves over so you can massage her scalp.
“get some sleep.” you insist, pulling out your phone to check out the photos from danielle. they’re really great. you sort out the ones of hanni, then the ones of you and hanni, saving them all before looking over at the rest.
fifteen minutes pass and by then you grow drowsier and drowsier. you place your phone in the cup holder and try to shift as unnoticeably you can to ease the numbing in half your limbs and ass. hanni groans when she feels you move, but you scratch her scalp again and she resumes her slumber.
a soft sigh—relieved, lovestruck, and content—leaves you as you settle down. your arms wrap around hanni, your eyes close, and everything feels perfect. you still wonder if you’re dreaming.
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by the time minji’s back at her place, everyone is passed out. it’s jarring how full of energy minji is once she’s back home despite the ache in her upper body from repeatedly racing you in the ocean.
(she takes pride in the fact that she won, so it doesn’t matter if her limbs are burning from her freestyle.)
she shakes danielle awake and she murmurs something that’s most definitely a gibberish. but once danielle is awake, she turns to see the youngest of the group passed out cutely and haerin’s head completely covered by her hair.
danielle snaps another picture.
“look here,” minji laughs lightly, turning on the light in the backseats.
you and hanni are cuddled up, the dim light spread across every tangled limb and linked finger. minji and danielle wonder how you two are even comfortable like that, but they brush it off as soon as danielle pulls her phone out to take something candid.
minji laughs. low and soft. “we have to save that for the wedding.”
“for sure.” danielle agrees.
