The Pursuit of Shin Ryujin || Ryeji ff

- 10

Ryujin and Yeji were inseparable for the rest of the week. From going to the movies, to unannounced shopping sprees to general domestic shenanigans, they covered the whole week. Yeji had forgotten what it was like to spend time with someone who actually understood her. Spending time with Ryujin was as natural and easy to Yeji as breathing.

Slowly but surely, Yeji had fallen in love with Ryujin all over again.

It was with that love that Yeji looked at Ryujin. She was sprawled out on top of Yuna's bed, watching Yuna play Wii Tennis with Ryujin. And judging by the way the latter was throwing herself around, Yeji could tell she was losing abysmally.

"I think my controller's broken," Ryujin groaned, smacking the controller repeatedly.

"Your controller's fine; you just suck." Yuna said smugly, as she scored another 15 points for herself.

"This game is rigged!" Ryujin barked when her player failed to execute a proper serve.

Yeji let out a bark of laughter, saying, "You're just a sore loser, Ryuddaeng!"

Ryujin glared at the two giggling girls as she unstrapped the controller from her wrist. Yeji laughed even harder when she threw said controller at her. Ryujin being a sore loser was one of the funniest things to Yeji. The way her face scrunched up and she stomped her feet left Yeji in tears.

"Eat a dick, Hwang!" Ryujin bit back, causing the girls in front of her to gasp dramatically.

Yuna rushed over to Yeji who put her hands over the little girl's ear, saying, "Not in front of the children, you monster!"

Ryujin's grin grew far too wide, too feral, for Yeji's liking. Her heart leapt into her throat.

"I'll show you a monster," Ryujin said, her hands poised and ready.

Yuna rushed off immediately, and it was then that Yeji realised what Ryujin was going to do. Through laughter, Yeji said, "No, no, Ryuddaeng-"

Ryujin pounced onto the older woman, viciously wiggling her fingers over her sides. Yeji couldn't stop laughing, despite her best efforts to slip free from under Ryujin. Yeji doesn't remember how long Ryujin sat on top of her.

She does remember pushing the girl off and falling off of the bed. Taking advantage of Ryujin's dazed state, Yeji rushed off and hid in the closet. She shut the door behind her, giggling in pitch darkness.

When Ryujin started banging on the closet door, Yeji pushed back even farther into the closet. Something cold touched Yeji's thigh. Reaching down, she felt a smooth, curved surface poking against her.

Turning around, she groped around in the dark until her grasped the object. It felt heavy and lopsided. As she ran her fingers across it, she could feel loosely tuned strings against her fingertips. She choked on air when she realised what she was holding.

She pushed out of the closet with the object held tightly in her hands. Ryujin stood outside the door, ready to pounce. She was about to, until she saw what was in Yeji hands. She stood frozen where she stood, arms still held up.

Now in the light of day, Yeji could see the instrument in its' entirety. Familiar names were scrawled out against the painted wood, all signed in white ink. The strings were loose, not yet tuned. In fact, Yeji didn't think this guitar had even been played yet.

"Isn't this the guitar I bought you for your birthday?" Yeji asked, looking back and forth between the instrument and Ryujin.

Ryujin nodded, smiling almost, as she said, "Yeah, I forgot I even had it."

Yeji began dusting the dust off of the guitar, of which there was copious amounts of. To think that this beautiful instrument had lived in that closet just collecting dust for year, made Yeji alarmingly sad.