Write On Me | RYEJI Converted

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Ryujin's POV

I arrived in Jeju at exactly 6 am, the cold early morning breeze gently brushing against my body as I exit the airport. Waiting for me is a familiar middle-aged man who was smiling broadly while standing next to a black car. 

"Good morning Ms. Shin, how was your flight?" The man, who was my personal assistant asked, all while carrying my luggage to the car's trunk. 

"I told you to only call me Ryujin, Arthur. The flight was fine, I'm just a bit dizzy." I smile at him, slightly massaging my temples. 

"Well let's get you home Ryujin, you need to rest." He politely says, opening the car door for me and making me whisper a small "Thank you." 

We've been driving around for 20 minutes; the sun slowly starts to rise and the street lights are getting off. I roll down the car's window to snap some pictures of the early morning view of the city, the wind welcoming me by gently hitting my face as I extend my arm to feel the atmosphere. "Ah, this is what I lived for." I thought to myself while smiling. 

However, I was stopped from my thoughts when a familiar song came on the radio. I told Arthur to turn the music up as I hummed to the music.

"Isn't she lovely? Isn't she wonderful? Isn't she precious." I sang softly, looking outside the window. 

"I thought coming here would mean forgetting you, Yeji, but guess I'm wrong. I've been here for less than an hour and yet you're still a part of every little thing that surrounds me." I softly mumble, sighing defeatedly. 

I can't help but reminisce those times. 

*Flashback* 

"Isn't she lovely, made from love."

I was walking along the school corridors when I hear a soft voice, singing. It has to be in one of these rooms. 

Searching for the voice, I look into the huge glass window to find a girl singing with her angel-like voice while playing the piano, her hair was long and beautiful, but sadly covers her face. I wasn't able to see how she looks like, what a pity.

"Hey, Ryujin! What are you doing there? The literary club members are waiting for you!" My best friend, Chaeryeong, shouts. 

"I'm sorry, I'm on my way!" I shout back, immediately running away. 

I made my way to my club room,⁠—still on cloud nine at being part of not just a regular club, but also the one in charge of the school's weekly newspaper, along with the yearbooks handed to every student at the end of each school year. With the love and passion I have for writing, it's no surprise that I was a member of one of the Elite clubs of our school.

I say elite clubs because those clubs bring great honor and glory to the school's name. Of course the first on the list is the Athletic club, where all athletes from different sports, such as basketball, volleyball, football, and swimming, compete with other schools, annually. Also, the School Chorale, which is in-charge of winning the school awards in every singing competition, whether it be by group or individual. And lastly, us... the Literary club that competes in academics. It doesn't just give us the privilege to be admitted to a prestigious school in college, but also provides us with scholarships.

"I saw you zoning out outside the Chorale's room earlier, what were you doing there anyway?" Chaeryeong asks, munching her green pepper. 

"-ah, there was a girl with an angelic voice. She sings beautifully." I honestly told my friend, head hanging down low.

"Aww, my poor friend here likes someone. Though it may take a long time to like you, it's not completely impossible." She nonchalantly states. 

"And what's that supposed to mean?" I ask, offended.