Oh, I'm so fucking in love || RyeJi (TwoShot)

White Day

Yeji was executing all the steps perfectly... until her gaze met Ryujin's, through the mirror.

Yeji, who was about to plant her foot on the chair where seconds before she had been sitting, got distracted and her foot went astray, so she ended up stomping on the floor and almost falling flat on her face. For a couple of heartbeats she gave frantic jerks, eyes wide. She recovered, blinking like an owl blinded by lanterns.

"God!" she heard Ryujin say in the middle of it. "What the hell did I just witness?" she added as Yeji straightened up, approaching her. She sounded worried.

Yeji muttered an "I'm fine" to reassure her. Moments later, she pointed an accusing finger at Ryujin.

"It's your fault!" she exclaimed.

Ryujin's expression went from surprise to questioning to utter confusion in just a second. Yeji couldn't help but laugh at the look on her final face.

"What do you mean mine!?" Ryujin asked, putting hands on hips. "I was over there, calmly, watching you!"

"That's why," Yeji said, crossing her arms. "Your look made me nervous..."

"But that's the way I always look at you." Ryujin's confusion was almost palpable.

How to explain to her that since they were, well, together there was a warmth and admiration in her gaze that made Yeji feel like the center of the world, no, of the universe and that the leader didn't know how to handle that feeling? It was embarrassing to put it that way. "But if your first kiss was practically a make-out," her jocular inner voice pointed out to Yeji, who felt her ears heat up slightly at such a remark.

She shook her head and looked at Ryujin.

"You know it's not that," Yeji told her, now calmer.

Ryujin held her gaze and tilted her head to the side, looking thoughtful. Her eyebrows rose and her cheeks took on a slight reddish hue.

"Oh," she said quietly. "Well, the only way I'm not going to look at you like that is if I poke my eyes out or close them." She sounded dead serious.

Yeji still marveled that Ryujin could read what was going on in her mind so easily. Yes, they had been seeing each other's faces so often for years—more often than Yeji saw her mother—but still. No one else picked up on what Yeji was feeling and not saying the way Ryujin was.

One of the many peculiarities that had called Yeji's heart to her, like the gaze falling on that colorful spot on a blank canvas.

"That you would put it in the same magnitude to poke your eyes out or close them is disturbing," Yeji joked with a smile, knowing Ryujin's sense of humor. "I guess I'll avoid looking at you—"

Ryujin interrupted her with a pout.

"While I practice, while I practice," Yeji soothed her, her smile growing wider. "Because I love looking at you."

"Uhm..." Ryujin's blush deepened and she fiddled with her short blond hair.

Yeji let out a chuckle and lifted her hands to gently squeeze Ryujin's cheeks, warm to the touch.

"Keep looking at me," Yeji told her. "I won't be distracted anymore, you'll see." She left a kiss on Ryujin's forehead, something she loved to do.

"Good," Ryujin murmured when Yeji looked into her eyes again, "because I love to look at you." The same gaze that made Yeji feel like the Sun, around which orbited the planet that was Ryujin.

It was Yeji's turn to babble incoherently. Ryujin gave her a comforting smile as she squeezed her hands. She returned to her spot, on one of the benches in the practice room, as Yeji rewound the River song.