GIRLS ON TRACK || Ryeji

Chapter 86: Family Quality Time Pt. 1

Ryujin's P.O.V

I step out of the bathroom, shaking my head like a dog and letting droplets of water spray everywhere on the floor. Unfortunately, Yeji happens to be standing right in front of the bathroom with a cordless hair dryer in her hand as she dries her hair, thus some of the droplets are splashed onto her face.

"Ugh, Shin Ryujin," she groans, flinching away from me while I teasingly shove my head in her direction and shake off more water from my hair. "Stop!"

"Ha-ha. Why are you even standing in front of the bathroom?" I chuckle, already slipping on the clothes that Yeji's taken out of the closet for me.

"Well, you weren't coming out by the time I already finished dressing up, so I was... weirded out? I mean we both showered at the same time, so yeah..." She shrugs, proceeding to dry her hair. "Why the heck were you taking long?"

"Washing my hair?"

"Pfft. It's not like you have long hair. Besides, it doesn't make sense that I came out first even though my hair's longer than you."

"Mind you that I washed your hair and bathed you without taking care of myself," I deadpan and blatantly eye her from head to toe, making her blush like a ripe tomato. "Then, you dashed out after I was done helping you. You didn't even think about repaying me." I pout.

"W-who told you to h-help me?! You just barged in and suddenly started scrubbing m-mine skin!" She stammers, feline eyes bulging defiantly and cheeks reddening to the extent that I won't be surprised if they start steaming.

"Is your hair dry now?" I ask nonchalantly, to which she drops a tentative nod. "Good. Now, help me dry my hair." I throw a towel at her and she catches it with one hand. Before I advance to her, I take notice of the way my oversized cargo hoodie look cute on her, its hem almost reaching her knees. I let out an inaudible snort as I realize that hoodie would look like a literal dress if I were wearing it instead of her. Is it just me or, is she not wearing any pants? Maybe she's wearing one of my denim shorts and the hoodie is covering them. Afterward, I softly smile at the way she has tucked the hood behind her ears like I always do whenever I wear a hoodie. Aish... I can't with this copy cat- my cute copy cat at that.

She sets the cordless dryer aside and sits on my bed, a bit far from the edge to leave a space for me, so I perch myself on that empty spot right before her, turning my back on her. From my back, she straddles my waist with her thighs and begins to rub my hair with the towel I've thrown at her. I put her legs on my lap and tighten them firmly like a belt, slanting my head back as she gently dries my hair. Closing my eyes and relishing in the way she rummages my head with care, I play with her toes. Then, my lips pressed tightly against each other before spreading to the sides into a wide, mischievous grin. I grab her foot and start scratching its bottom since I know how ticklish my girl gets. As I've expected, she lets go of the towel and squirms, trying to yank her foot out of my grasp with uncontrollable giggles.

"S-stop! It t-tickles, Ryujin-ah! Ha-ha," she pleads through her giggles and wriggles the more I tickle her foot. Then, she smacks the back of my head as she's had enough of my teasing, prompting me to stop abruptly with a whimper.

"Yeddeong," I whine and pout at her.

"Now, stay still like a good kid you are and let me dry your hair," she commands in an authoritative tone as though she was reproving a child. I just humph as a response and face the front again, a pout still plastered across my face.

After making sure that my hair's ready to be blown by the hairdryer, she turns the power on and starts blowing my head, the continuous noise of the motor filling the silence between us as it spins. Without me noticing, my hands wander again to Yeji's foot and begin squeezing her toes on their own as I just stare at the wall idly. Suddenly, I feel her breath on my ear before she whispers, "Don't even think about tickling my foot again, or else the butt of this dryer will meet your head instead of my hand."