GIRLS ON TRACK || Ryeji

Chapter 69: Lovers' Date Pt. 1

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Yeji's P.O.V

"Too bright." I threw a bright red T-shirt to the floor and rummaged through my closet.

"Nah. Too long." I hurled a pencil skirt against the door and it slid down onto a heap of other outfits I abandoned mercilessly.

"Hmm... not bad but too large." I flung an oversized sweatshirt over my shoulder, not bothering to spare a glance at where it landed.

"Nice but too scruffy." I tossed a flannel shirt into the air and delivered a high kick to it, sending it flying across the room.

"Ugh! Why is it so hard to choose a pretty outfit to impress her?!" I rumpled my hair, pulling it out in frustration, kicking everything that came into contact with my legs on the floor.

Then, my eyes landed on a white one-shoulder-drawstring-side crop top that might expose one of my shapely, kissable shoulders and my toned tummy, thus kindling certain emotions within her. I wiggled my eyebrows as I held the crop top in front of me by the hanger, standing in front of my attractive reflection in the mirror. Next, I chose a pair of denim shorts to complement my pretty-girl-next-door looks.

"Alright!" I clasped my hands in satisfaction and proceeded to take a bath before I wear my chosen outfit for a date with my girlfriend, my first love, my best friend, my baby- Okay, I'll stop.

A little while later, I came out of the shower, drying myself with a towel as I crossed over heaps of scattered clothes, not caring to clean them up. I can re-organize them when I come back from my date.

While I was wearing my undergarments, I heard a knock on my door. "Wait, mom! I'm wearing my panties!"

Muffled chuckles came from the other side of the door, then a deep, raspy voice spoke: "Should I help you wear your panties, baby?" I froze, my face heating up with huge embarrassment. "Tell me if you're having a hard time," she taunted.

It took everything inside me to tone the blushing down from my cheeks, and I continued wearing my outfit. Striding across the room with long and heavy steps, I finally reached the door and hesitantly twisted the knob, too humiliated to face her. As soon as the door was opened, a handsome sight greeted me, stimulating an irregular pattern of heart beats in my rib cage. There stood Shin Ryujin, displaying my favorite whisker dimples as she slipped her hands into the side-pockets of her ripped jeans. Her white button-up shirt— three of the buttons near the collar are undone— complements her cool oppa looks. I wonder how a girl can look cooler and more handsome than boys.

"Liking what you see?" She smirked, supporting her weight by placing a palm on the doorframe as she crossed one leg over the other. Little did she know that her stance's killing me from the inside. Suddenly, I caught a figure approaching us from Ryujin's back, ogling her up and down as if she was a tasty dessert, so I circled my arms around her nape and hauled her inside the room before kicking the door shut in Hyunjin's face. Detaching my arm from Ryujin, I hastily locked the door, and placed my arm around her again. Then, I eye-smiled at her, a wide grin spreading across my face.
Not much later, her gaze trailed down from my face to my outfit, appraising it as she knitted her eyebrows to the middle, seemingly disturbed.

"Isn't it too revealing?" She mused, biting her lower lip.

"Yeah, it's the killing point of this outfit," I replied, studying her features and her slightly unbuttoned shirt that increases her coolness.

"Wear something less revealing," she ordered, making me roll my eyes.

"I don't wanna," I whined, swaying us in an aggressive manner.