GIRLS ON TRACK || Ryeji

Chapter 59: My Princess Charming

Ryujin's P.O.V

Three months have passed since Yeonjun oppa and Yeji began dating— three months of merriment for her, but three months of agony for me. Every night, I have insomnia and I can't stop my mind from wandering back to our good old times when no one was between us— when I didn't have to share her with anyone. Dark circles below my eyes have become a trademark of my features and my whisker-dimples no longer make their appearance, owing to the fact that my sincere smiles are dead and buried a hundred meters underground alongside my happiness.

In contrary, Yeji doesn't show any signs of distress or dejection because Yeonjun oppa is doing a great job as her boyfriend. He keeps her happy and fulfills all her wishes despite having hectic schedules as a senior student. Even from a country distance, anyone could see his illustrious manifestation of love in the air. That guy is totally whipped for her. And Yeji? Of course, she seems to have developed feelings for him finally. Whenever she's around her boyfriend, she becomes chipper and upbeat as if the mere presence of him charges her life's battery. Regardless of how much the two people I truly care are happy, their happiness does not fill up the emptiness I have inside my heart— the emptiness of an unbearable loss.

Yeji's P.O.V

Three months have passed since Yeonjun oppa and I began dating— three months of utilizing the acting skills I've attained from Glee Club, three months of self-hatred and remorse. Everyone in school labels us as high school sweethearts, but instead of feeling relished for the title, my heart's filled with extreme regret of bringing myself into this. Truth be told, Yeonjun oppa is a dream boyfriend that every girl wants; caring, commiserating, loving, respectful, talented and handsome— well, not as handsome as- Gosh. I better stop comparing two different people. Anyway, what every girl wants is not actually what I want. I do care about Yeonjun oppa and I am quite fond of his companionship. However, he never makes me feel... butterflies in my stomach? I guess that's the correct phrase. Honestly, I just learned that phrase recently. He does flutter me with the sweet things he's done for me, but not in a way that Ryu- Argh! Stop comparing. I feel so awful already. Fine, my point is... I'm happy being with him because he's a fun guy to hang out with and I wish he would replace Hyunjin's place as my brother.

On the other hand, I keep scheming ways of ending our relationship without hurting him. Nonetheless, my firm decisions kind of vaporize the moment he talks about our future, his orbs glowing with high hopes, his face bearing a winsome smile. Meanwhile, my brain keeps dwelling on what would have happened if I had never acted recklessly and accepted his confession. In addition, there's this persistent thought that bugs me and makes guilt propel out of me: "Screw my boyfriend, I need my best friend more."

Ryujin's P.O.V

Beomgyu kind of saves me from my despair whensoever the couple joins me and the girls during lunch break. I would drag him with me to another table, just the two of us alone, in order to avoid Yeonjun and Yeji's sweet interactions. Some people are already making assumptions of us dating in secret, but I don't bother clarifying them because clarifications are useless and they exacerbate the situation. Rumors are just rumors when you turn a blind eye to them.

Yeji's P.O.V

I'm getting more paranoid than I ever could be, on the account of Ryujin and I drifting apart month after month. We don't even talk like we used to anymore. As a result, the majority of our conversations are either small talks or surface levels. If it wasn't already bad enough, she doesn't show any interest in me or even shower me with all her love anymore. Does her heart already belong to Choi Beomgyu only? Whereas, my heart never belongs to my own boyfriend no matter the attempts. Lifelessness consumes every fiber of my existence when she's not around. It's like... she's the reason that keeps my heart beating. Consequently, the irregular pattern of my heartbeats, which I once wanted to get rid of, are what I wistfully crave for right this instant.