The Pursuit of Shin Ryujin || Ryeji ff

- 8

The sound of the doorbell ringing woke Yeji up. Her blinds were open and light was pooling in from the window. It hit her exposed back, warming her to her bones. Unfortunately, she couldn't enjoy the warmth because of the skull-splitting headache she found herself nursing.

Thinking someone else would answer the door, Yeji tried to drift off to sleep. Then the doorbell rang again. Then for a second time. A third. A forth.

Finally, a fed-up Yeji threw the covers off of her and marched down the stairs. Whichever asshole was lurking behind the door was about to get their head bitten off by her. She didn't even stop herself when the room began to swing.

Yeji ripped the door open and before she can snarl out the words, she recognised the asshole.

Ryujin stood in front of her, basically perfect in everyday, and wore an unimpressed expression. One of her eyebrows were raised and her lips were pursed as she eyed Yeji. Her face said, 'Really, Yeji. You were going to yell at me?'

"Oh, hey," Yeji said, her face softening completely, "it's you."

Ryujin didn't answer, however, because she was suddenly looking at Yeji as if she was a monster. Well, not so much Yeji as she was below Yeji's face. Looking down, Yeji found herself blushing as red as a tomato. In her haste to sleep last night, Yeji must've stripped off her dress and face-planted into her bed. She was sporting her bike shorts and nothing else.

"Naked," Ryujin breathed out, "You're naked."

Immediately, Yeji threw her arms across her bare breasts and said, "Um, go wait in the kitchen, I'm gonna - um - change, I'm gonna-"

"Just go!" Ryujin said, averting her eyes and waving Yeji away.

Yeji bolted up the stairs, shut her bedroom door behind her and leaned against it.

That was absolutely mortifying. Yeji was used to coming home from parties, crashing in motel rooms alone, stripping and passing out in bed. Apparently she had forgotten that she was at home as she paraded around in the near-nude.

Imagine if that hadn't been Ryujin, who had already seen her in less. Imagine her poor, sweet grandmother had decided to visit, only to find her naked grandchild welcoming her in.

A couple of minutes later, Yeji waltzed downstairs wearing a large hoodie and shorts, toothbrush in mouth. She found Ryujin sitting on one of the kitchen stools as she fiddled with her phone. The light was hitting her from the back and Yeji thought she looked absolutely radiant.

"At least you're clothed this time." Ryujin quipped, "Do you usually go around topless or am I just a lucky gal?"

"Very funny, Shin." Yeji said as she grabbed a bottle of aspirin from the top cabinets. She leaned over and stole Ryujin's glass of water. She spat out the toothpaste, rinsed with said water before washing down the pills with it.

"You went out drinking again?" Ryujin asked, the frown on her face prominent. Yeji hummed in response as she put everything back. Ryujin, as beautiful as she was, was far too bright for Yeji's eyes at the moment.

"I really wish you wouldn't," Ryujin said, "I know that you have to keep up your image as a rockstar but you don't have to drink every time you hit up a club."

Yeji scoffed, saying, "I don't do it for my image: I do it to forget."

Ryujin narrowed her eyes at her, saying, "Mama always told me 'never drink angry, it ruins the drink.'"

Yeji smiled softly: that would be something Sunmi would say. If only her own mother said something similar.

"That's because your Mum is a loving, nursing parent. Mine, God bless them, are not as doting. I'm allowed to ruin my liver as much as I want, so long as they don't have to bail me out of jail."