GIRLS ON TRACK || Ryeji

Chapter 73: Red-handed

Yeji's P.O.V

I clawed Ryujin's neck when she bit down on my collarbone rather too harshly- her teeth must have been itching so much that she kept grazing them along my collarbones. I drew a sharp breath as she sunk her teeth further into the bone.

"Sorry, does it hurt?" She spoke against one of my collarbones, her tongue giving ticklish licks on it to ease the pain I felt formerly. Then, I lifted her head and leaned in to press my mouth against her chin, trailing my wet moving lips down her neck while my hands fumbled to loosen her tie and unbutton her shirt. I dawdled my kisses at the base of her neck as she slanted it to give me more access, and then she pushed me further to the wall, her hands slipping inside my shirt to rub my tummy. Next, I shifted my focus to her lips, devouring them with my own, while she kissed me back with such intensity that is too disarming as if being pulled by gravity. I shivered when her hands traveled up from my tummy to my sides, continuing to go up until they are clasped together just above my bra strap at my back, letting them rest there completely motionless.

Subsequently, we both cocked our heads to deepen the kiss, with powerful jabs of our chins, as tongues tangled with one another in harmony, becoming one.

"Ahem!" Someone coughed behind us, so we pulled away abruptly; a thin thread of saliva extended between our lips before it snapped apart.

"Time's up," Yuna announced impatiently, forming a T with both her forearms, and she strode inside the opening of the staircase to haul us out of it. Then, Chaeryeong followed her.

"Gosh. How long have you been standing there?" Ryujin grunted, fixing my shirt and tucking it inside my skirt before helping me put on my coat that was abandoned on the floor, then I helped her fix her uniform as well. She patted my cheeks softly in adoration, displaying her whisker-dimpled smile after I finished readjusting her necktie.

"Long enough. Now, off you go!" Chaeryeong dismissed us with a sharp flick of her palm before pulling Yuna into a kiss by her collar. Shaking her head, Ryujin lifted me up from the floor and slid me over the table blocking the entrance/exit.

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Chaeryeong's P.O.V

"So, Chaewon-ie overheard your mom and Chaeyeon unnie's conversation about both of your love lives?" Yuna asked through gasps of breath, sitting on the floor after the heated makeout, whilst I leaned on her shoulder, our hands intertwined. "And Chaeyeon unnie found out about us because...?"

"Well, she hadn't found out about us yet back then. She just knew I'm gay before I even came out to my family that night after you went back home," I murmured, rubbing the back of her palm in circles with my thumb. "She said she has a gaydar. Moreover, it even confirmed her suspicions when I stopped mentioning about Taehyun to her." I tittered.

"How about Chaewon-ie? Why was she acting hostile to me before?" She placed a palm over ours as I'm playing with her fingers on her other hand.

"She didn't trust you because of... the things I told when we were still enemies," I spoke reluctantly, and she sniggered darkly, sending chills down my spine. "B-but everything's fine now, right? She likes you for m-me now," I stuttered, feeling the air turning too cold, much to my discomfort.

"Lemme kiss that mouth of yours as a punishment for badmouthing me," she announced in a lethally flat tone, slamming a palm on the wall behind me, the dim light outlining her mischievous grin on her alluring lips.

"I'm tired now, Yuna-yah." I complained, twirling the hem of her shirt playfully with my index finger as I inclined my chin, my actions saying otherwise.

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Ryujin's P.O.V

Our chemistry teacher handed out our previous test results a few minutes before the class was dismissed, and I had managed to catch how Yeji's body stiffened when she read her results. As soon as the bell rang, she hastily crumpled the paper and tossed it into her coat's pocket, which didn't go unnoticed by me, despite it being discreet. Shortly after we bid goodbyes to the teacher, she scooted off to the girls' restroom, not bothering to spare a glance back at anyone in the class. Knowing something is off with her, I scurried after her.