Ryeji Imagines

This is home

Fluff, angsty, maybe TW? (based off the song by Cavetown)
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Ryujin's POV

Often I am upset that I cannot fall in love but I guess this avoids the stress of falling out of it. I can't imagine being in love, I haven't felt anything in ages besides sadness, frustration and anger. That's what comes with depression and anxiety.

Deep down she was in love, she just didn't recognize it at all. Her mind was full with self-hate, suicidal thoughts and Hwang Yeji. She was a close friend of hers, not a best friend but a close friend.

"Are you tired of me yet?" I chuckled softly, holding my phone as I was FaceTiming with Yeji. She promised to tell me everything we had in class so I wouldn't miss a thing.

I lied on my stomach, resting my head on a pillow while staring at the screen, thinking about how beautiful she was. A soft chuckle left her lips that made my heart flutter and she rested her head on her palm. "No, I'm not and I never will be. Anyway, how are you?"

"I'm a little sick right now," I ran my hand through my long locks, looking away.

But I swear when I'm ready, I will fly us out of here, she thought to herself. Ryujin knew that she wanted to keep Yeji close, in fact, she liked her so much that she just wanted to put her in her pocket and hide her away from the cruel world.
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"I'll cut my hair," I muttered to myself as I grabbed a pair of scissors, leaning over the sink, "to make you stare."

I'll hide my chest.

I put on a binder, checking it in the mirror. It looked okay. Nowhere near satisfaction but it was okay for now. Maybe she will notice how much I changed? I like the attention I get from her, she just worries for me and that's all I need. My stomach feels warm every time I'm near her.

And I'll figure out a way to get us out of here.
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Turn off your porcelain face, I thought to myself. Yeji was just so...perfect. Her nose was pretty, her eyes were pretty, her lips are pretty and her eyebrows are just arched the right way.

I can't really think right now in this place, Ryujin again thought to herself, ear filled with shouting and yelling as everyone worked on a project in a group of 3. The class was way too loud for her and she hated it. She would've stayed home again but she got paired up with Yeji and she just had to come.

I was waiting for Yeji for 10 minutes, when she finally came in, panting. "I'm sorry, miss. There was traffic and I had to run 3 blocks," she breathed out and the teacher smiled, telling her that it was fine. I watched her as she looked around the classroom for me, finally finding me in the corner, somewhere in the back.

Her eyes scanned my face and her smile dropped slightly, but before it fell completely, she smiled even brighter, her eyes starting to sparkle.

"Hey Ryu, you look so...different," she announced as she sat down next to me, grabbing her notebook. I could smell her perfume from here. "A good kind of different?"

Her eyes fell to my chest and back up to my face, scanning my hair. "A good kind of different, yes."

As soon as Yeji started working on the project, I got distracted by the outside world. There's too many colors, enough to drive all of us insane. It was stupid. How could the world be so colorful when life wasn't?

I jumped slightly when I felt something hit my side and looked to see a note on the floor. My hand reached to pick it up and I unfolded the paper, reading what was written on it.

"Are you dead?"

Sometimes I think I'm dead. 'Cause I can feel ghosts and ghouls wrapping my head and it's awful. I felt a nudge on my other side and looked at Yeji, to see her worried face. "You okay?"
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I glanced at the clock and sighed deeply. It was 2 AM and I had to wake up at 6 in the morning. I texted Yeji a few times to check if she was awake but she didn't text me back so I assumed she was asleep. Right when I was to get up, though, my phone rang.