Kim Minji | ʀᴜᴅᴇ

Looks like a new threat had arrived. And it wasn’t Minji. Not just Minji. But the threat was towards her. She crossed arms while standing a distance away, eyes peering over you..and that boy.

She scoffs, seems so kind. Too kind.

Back then, she was the one in the center of your life, stealing people’s things and putting them into your hands, and other discreet black mailing to control you like a puppet on strings, creating a bad reputation and depiction on you from others.

She just, didn’t like you, didn’t like the way you first stepped into this building, how everyone seemed to admire you - lolling the crowd’s gaze away from her and onto you. So, she turned that hype, into fire that burned the way she wanted it to, manipulating it anyway she liked it.

Until, this new transfer came into the school - she studied him - there was no attention on him, she smirked - okay…no threat. Till, he became one. A different kind of threat. A rather nice guy to you, to the person she wanted to see suffer from the pain of her daily dose of struggles.

But instead of the straightforward truth, she saw it seeping through the cracks. And she was the only one who saw it. He was trying to take you away from her. That was it, that had to be it.

She studied him, deeper this time, she saw the way he looked at you - like he was pitying you. Whenever she intervened like normal, he stood up for you. But there was always that hidden behind the scenes energy, that she could feel radiating from him.

And you were a fool, to believe he was your anchor, when he was actually slowly lowering that anchor deeper into the ocean, the one Minji had started.

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Minji in the warmth of the cafe, but something in the air made it feel…suffocating. She looked out the window, it was pretty dark outside - contrasting the late afternoon hour. The cup of steaming coffee, she didn’t drink. These days, all she’s thinking about is you and that boy, the despise.

Her eyes subconsciously trace the interior of the cafe, when they momentarily pass two figures, they snap back.

It was you and that boy, in a table - chatting, having fun. She noticed the matching bracelets and the promise rings.

“Was she fcking stupid??!”*

Her pupils flared slightly, her fists subconsciously clenched. Her state became like the steaming coffee on the table in front of her.

The boy’s head turned, she pretended to focus on the steam of her drink, coming up in a white haze. She could feel the stare burning into her side.

Then, your voice cut through and the tension smoothed out. She observed again, you - going to the bathroom.

Minji just sighed, taking a drink of her coffee, the liquid slightly searing.

Then, a movement caught the corner of her eye. She peered over to see the packet in his hands, the white pebbles dropping in, and dissolving into the liquid of your drink.

“Bastard.”

The white fury returned. Then, you returned, the packet disappearing from sight like nothing had happened, and he had just been waiting there. For you.

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The moment you picked up your drink, she stood up abruptly, the seat scooting back across the floor, making an unpleasant sound. She sauntered over and took the drink from your hands, gulping it down herself. She breathed a little heavily as she looked into your eyes.

“Stupid good for nothing.”

She breathed out.