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The evening had unfolded in a way neither of them had anticipated. Minji and Hanni had planned a simple dinner at Minji's apartment, a chance to enjoy each other's company and maybe share a few laughs. The apartment was cozy, lit softly by string lights that cast a warm glow across the room. Music played softly in the background, setting a relaxed atmosphere.

As they finished their meal, Minji leaned back in her chair, studying Hanni's face. The dim light highlighted the soft curves of her smile, and Minji found herself mesmerized once again. She mustered up the courage to ask, "Do you like to dance?"

Hanni's immediate response was a simple, "No." But there was something in her eyes, a glint that Minji couldn't quite place. "Oh," Minji said, feeling a pang of disappointment.

But then it happened. Those underused corners of Hanni's mouth tipped up just a little—just a freaking little—but it was what it was. She'd smiled. She'd fucking smiled at Minji. Again. And it was just as magnificent as it had been the first time.

"Ask me anyway," Hanni said, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

Minji's heart skipped a beat, a rush of warmth spreading through her. "Do you want to dance?" she blurted out, her voice a bit shaky. Her dress, which she had picked out to impress Hanni, suddenly felt too revealing, and she felt naked in it. She just needed to feel close to Hanni, to bridge the gap that still existed between them.

"Yes," Hanni said softly, her voice carrying a promise of something more.

Minji stood up and offered her hand to Hanni, who took it without hesitation. They moved to the center of the room, where the music seemed to embrace them. The soulful rhythm of a slow song filled the air, perfect for the moment.

They began to sway gently, Minji's hand resting lightly on Hanni's waist, their other hands entwined. It was tentative at first, both of them feeling the uncharted waters of this new aspect of their relationship. But soon, the music took over, guiding their movements, and they found themselves melting into each other.

Hanni looked up at Minji, her eyes searching for something, and Minji knew exactly what it was. She tightened her hold slightly, pulling Hanni closer until there was no space left between them. The warmth of Hanni's body against hers, the scent of her hair, the soft rise and fall of her breath—it all made Minji's head spin in the most wonderful way.

They danced as if the world outside didn't exist, as if the only thing that mattered was the rhythm of their hearts beating in sync. Minji felt a surge of emotion, a blend of joy and wonder at how effortlessly they seemed to fit together.

"You're a good dancer," Hanni whispered, her breath warm against Minji's neck.

"So are you," Minji replied, her voice equally soft.

They continued to dance, lost in each other's presence, exploring the limits of their newfound connection. The night stretched on, the music changing but their pace never faltering. With each step, each movement, they learned more about each other, testing their boundaries and finding comfort in the closeness they shared.

As the song drew to a close, Minji felt Hanni's grip tighten, a silent plea for the moment not to end. She leaned down, brushing her lips lightly against Hanni's forehead. "I think I could dance with you forever," she murmured.

Hanni looked up, her eyes shining with something deeper than joy. "Me too," she whispered back.

The evening had been magical from the start. Minji and Hanni had spent hours talking, laughing, and learning more about each other than they ever had before. The impromptu dance party was an unexpected delight, their bodies moving in sync to the rhythm of the music that filled Minji's cozy apartment.

As the last song faded into the background, they found themselves standing still, wrapped in each other's arms. The soft glow of string lights cast a warm, intimate ambiance over the room. Minji looked down at Hanni, her heart pounding with the anticipation of what might come next.

Minji felt a surge of emotion, an overwhelming desire to close the distance between them. She hesitated, her mind racing with thoughts and uncertainties. But then Hanni smiled again, that same beautiful smile that always seemed to light up the room.

"Minji?" Hanni said, her voice filled with a gentle urgency. "Yeah?" Minji replied, her eyes twinkling with curiosity.

"Are you going to kiss me now?" Hanni urged, her tone playful yet sincere.

Minji blinked, the question catching her off guard. "Oh!" she exclaimed, a blush creeping up her cheeks. "Yeah," she said, her voice softening. "Yeah, I am."

Without another word, Minji leaned in, her heart racing. The world seemed to blur around them, the only thing in focus being Hanni's face, her eyes closing in anticipation. Minji's lips met Hanni's in a gentle, tentative kiss, a soft brush of warmth and affection.

It was as if time stood still, the kiss deepening as they both gave in to the emotions they had been holding back. Minji's hand cupped Hanni's cheek, her thumb brushing lightly against her skin. Hanni's arms wrapped around Minji's neck, pulling her closer, deepening their connection.

The kiss was everything they had hoped for and more, a perfect blend of sweetness and passion. When they finally pulled apart, both were breathless, their foreheads resting against each other.

"Wow," Hanni whispered, her eyes still closed, a blissful smile playing on her lips.

"Yeah," Minji agreed, her heart still pounding. "Wow."

They stood there for a moment, wrapped in each other's arms, savoring the warmth and comfort of their newfound intimacy. The music had stopped, but the melody of their connection lingered in the air, a silent symphony of love and understanding.

As they held each other close, Minji knew that this was just the beginning of something beautiful. They had taken that first step, pushed by the gentle nudge of their hearts, and there was no turning back. Love, in all its unexpected and wondrous ways, had found them, and it was a way of being.