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ryeji : treat me however

published june 29, 2024. 736 words
au
yeji pov.

"I'm really about to leave if you don't shut up!" I shout from the bathroom, grinding my teeth from her nonstop bullshit. I apply skincare for comfort yet anticipate a sleepless night.

"You always say that," she comments under her breath, yet I manage to hear. The bed creaks as she lifts herself off to exit the room, a phone in hand.

"I heard that!" I top her volume to signify I can play back and forth. "What? Now you're off to call your stupid co-worker..." I fixate on my reflection, smearing the gel.

"What the fuck did you say?" She rotates and storms toward me. Entering the bathroom, she flings the moisturizer off of the counter with aggression. "What was that?"

"Nothing! What the hell is wrong with you?!" I immediately shove her away and unleash my emotions. "You fucking asshole. Get away from me!" I march away for her to follow.

"I can't just get away; I have nowhere to go," she peeps softly in order to stir my emotions, aware her composed figure aggravates me.

Her smart mouth adds fuel to my flame as I nudge her once more. "Shut the fuck up! God, I hate you! I can't last another fucking day."

"What are you doing in my house, then?"

Testing my temper in front of our child was a sickly move.

I snatch her pillow from our bed and swing it across her torso. "Stop! This isn't your house!"

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Chaeryeong sitting on the hallway floor, hugging her knees and looking into our bedroom. She had witnessed the entire ordeal with a lifeless expression.

She glances at our petrified daughter and exclaims to worsen the mood. "You're scaring our baby!"

Her eyebrows maintained its furrow, and she resumed spitting heat despite our child's presence.

"This is all your fault!" I bolt my finger into her chest. "Go comfort her and sleep in her bed for all I care." I pass by her like a brick wall and announce, "I'm gonna fucking leave."

She trails and continues to yammer. "Run away into whose arms?"

I spin around to face her up close and personal. I receive a hint of her woody fragrance, unappreciative of the lingering scent another woman has gathered. "What does that mean?"

"You tell me."

I scoff and reach for my car keys, but she grabs them before I can. "Give me back my keys!"

"You're not going anywhere." She walks into our closet, and I let myself in. She holds my keys in the air, out of my reach.

"I can do what I want to, now give it!" I grasp her shirt and jump up to retrieve them like a short child.

She sets me aside with ease. "You're fucking helpless," she insults, her hot breath tickling my ear. "You wanna leave because of some phone call?"

"Give me them, you bitch!"

She stuffs my keys into her pocket and grasps my wrists for control. "I'm a bitch?"

I pout like a toddler and struggle, for I can't respond to her challenging demeanor. "Fuck you!" I bark.

"Yeah, fuck me."

I glance at our conjoined hands and stutter, blinking rapidly. "Fuck you!" I repeat.

"Fuck you, dumb bitch."

"Fuck you, Ryujin!"

She randomly releases and scans me up and down. "You're not leaving my house."

Although futile against her bod, I strike her torso over and over. "Not everything is yours, you piece of shit!"

She defends herself, blocking my useless punches. "Yeah, you want to fight me?"

I raise my chin to glare into her darkened eyes. "I want to ruin your ugly face!" I quip.

"You want to sit on my face?"

I gasp and quit attacking, crimson rising in my cheeks. "Don't—don't put words in my mouth!"

"I'm taking your car." She narrows her eyelids and struts out.

As the distance increases, my desire for her management aligns. Although we fight, I don't want her to leave me like I was worth nothing to her.

I catch up with her before she steps out and pull her back inside. "Chaeryeong, please, go to your room," I say, closing the door and pressing my lips against my girlfriend's.

She secures a grip around my throat and forces me onto the bed, sticking her tongue down my mouth.