Only when we're high (Ryeji)

Chapter 9

[Ryujin's POV]

Getting high with her in a hotel room, what a silly little thing to do, I thought, shaking my head.

I had spent the last hour and a half doodling in one of my notebooks, but no matter what crazy forms my hands drew on the paper my mind still had one single thing stuck in it, and it was blond, had cat eyes, and had a great ass.

And was currently avoiding me like her life depended on it.

Yeji hadn't talked to me since that night and I was starting to get fucking pissed. It has been two days. Two fucking days acting like nothing had happened between us. Okay, I get it that she was confused – so was I –, and we almost got caught, but she could at least woman up and talk to me instead of acting like a goddam child, right? We're in the same group and are pretty much going to be stuck together forever so? Why ignore me like this? After everything that happened?

Not like I didn't ignore her but many things happened after that.

Ugh, I sighed, glancing up at the girl on the other side of the Airport VIP Room. Yeji wasn't even acknowledging me. She was now giggling at something Park Jiyoung had said and it was the most annoying – and why do I find it adorable? – sound in the world.

Our European Tour had finally come to an end so we were going to catch a flight back home in a few hours. Then it would be a week before we had a schedule again – was she just gonna keep on acting like this the entire time?

"I'm going to the bathroom," I told Yuna, who was sitting next to me. I closed my notebook with a snap and stood up. I had to clear my mind of these things.

However, on my way back from the restroom I was still very much lost in the thought of that night in Amsterdam. I don't even know what got into me to invite her over, to be honest. One minute I was peacefully enjoying the benefits of a country with a favorable drug policy, and the next I was texting her – I just couldn't help it.

You've made brown my favorite color.

I remembered the weird sensation in my stomach when she said those words to me.

It was like I was somehow drawn to her. I have always been, if I'm being completely honest, since the very beginning. Okay, I would never admit that to her, or to anyone, for that matter. However, now that things between us were way more than just platonic, I couldn't help but think–

"Ouch!" Someone suddenly bumped into me. "What the–" I stopped abruptly when I saw who had collided with my shoulders, getting pissed out of a sudden. "Watch where you're going, will you?"

Yeji raised her eyebrows at me, crossing her arms in front of her chest defensively. All the thoughts I was having about her vanished, suddenly being replaced by annoyance.

"Don't talk to me like that," she frowned.

"Oh, right, at least I do talk," I scoffed. Did I mention I was feeling sassy today?

"Excuse me?"

I don't know what made me mad, but her look was so cocky, so fucking annoying that it had me suddenly fuming. Who the hell does she think she is?

"Right, as if you don't know what I'm talking about," I rolled my eyes.

"Why are you being so damn rude?"

"Oh, I don't know," I snapped. "Maybe because you basically fled the scene the other day and haven't talked to me ever since? Does it ring a fucking bell?"

"Wow, that was so uncalled for... and it's not like it's easy to talk to you without–" Yeji stopped herself midsentence, shutting her eyes closed for a second. "Nevermind. I can't, ok, Ryujin? I just can't do this."