The Pursuit of Shin Ryujin || Ryeji ff

- 17

Ryujin had texted Yeji the restaurant's address. When Yeji rolled up next to Ryujin, who was standing on the sidewalk in front of the restaurant, she was talking with Haechan. Well, not so much talking, as she was ignoring him as he pleaded and ranted next to her.

Ryujin all but flung herself into the car. Yeji locked the car the moment Ryujin shut her door, before speeding off into the night. The sound of tires squealing against asphalt drowned out Haechan's screams.

"Fuck him, honestly!" Ryujin snarled as she fidgeted in her seat.

Yeji smiled fondly at her, her heart fluttering at the sight of Ryujin. Her dolled up face, her straightened hair, her scrunched up face — it all left Yeji weak in the knees.

"Nice to see you, too, Ryujin," She quipped, before adding, "You look stunning as usual."

And she did. Her dress must have cost hundreds, maybe thousands, but it was money well spent. It hugged her figure snugly, while giving her that air of elegance. Not to mention how artistically well her makeup was done.

Images of Yeji smudging Ryujin's lipstick using her own lips flashed through her mind. Those were quickly shoved down into the recesses of her mind.

"I can't have one nice dinner without him — Ugh!" Ryujin scrunched up her face, pouting slightly, and glared out the window.

After a moment of silence, Yeji asked, "Wanna talk about it?"

"No." Ryujin grumbled, still pouting.

Yeji smirked before counting silently: 1... 2... 3...

"Actually, yes, I do want to talk about it!" Ryujin growled and Yeji laughed to herself.

Ryujin began to rant on about what happened. Essentially, Haechan had surprised her with a romantic dinner at this fancy restaurant. It started well enough: Haechan was a complete gentlemen, opening her car door, pulling out chairs, the whole shebang.

As they were chowing down on garlic bread and chicken parmigiana, they settled into quiet conversation. They had been talking about what they did while Haechan was away in San Antonio.

Yeji made a mental note that Haechan never talked about his stay.

Ryujin had mentioned how much time she had spent with Yeji. How Yeji came over regularly to have dinner with her family, or how they'd spend days sleeping over and catching up.

"I still don't like you hanging out with her," Haechan said, wiping his mouth on a napkin, "She isn't good for you."

Ryujin had rolled her eyes, sick of his shit. She had hoped he wouldn't continue with whatever rant he had built up, likely ruining her appetite.

Sadly, he never did what she wanted.

"She's just leeching onto you because of your success, you know that, right? That's why she hovers around." Haechan said this as if he was commenting on the weather, "She's using you, Ryujin."

Ryujin had never felt rage as intense as she did in that moment. In a second, she dropped her utensils onto her plate, letting it clatter loudly. She ignored the other patrons who turned around and looked at them in alarm.

"First of all, Yeji almost never comes to me — I come to her! She actually distances herself from me because of assholes like you who assume things! You don't know Yeji, what she's been through or who she is, but you talk about her like you do!"

When her rant came to an end, Ryujin sighed, stood up and simply said, "Go fuck yourself," and stormed out the restaurant.

In the present, Ryujin couldn't take her eyes off of Ryujin. The way her eyes lit up and her fists balled when she defended Yeji made her heart swell.