Home; I Found With You // Ryeji FF

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[Major TW: Suicidal Themes (please skip this chapter if you're uncomfortable.)]

"Ryujin! Yeji! Are you there?!"

"It's an emergency!"

"Ryu–"

"Lieutenant, we're here. What's happening?!" Ryujin's voice crackled through the radio as she and Yeji climbed into the car and buckled up.

"Are you on your way back?!"

"We're on our way, we'll be back in 15 minutes," Ryujin replied, starting the engine and quickly reversing onto the main road.

"Hurry!"

"What's going on?!" Yeji asked, gripping the handle above the door tightly as Ryujin sped down the mountain.

"I don't know, but we need to get back fast."

The speedometer needle stayed firmly above 90 km/h as Ryujin pushed the car to its limits. Within 15 minutes, they reached Seulgi's house, where the other members were already in the Camaro, pulling out of the driveway.

"What's wrong?!" Ryujin shouted through her window.

"Turn on the radio to Yeonjun's frequency!" Seulgi called back from the passenger seat.

Ryujin glanced at Yeji, who held the radio with trembling hands. "Switch it over."

Yeji nodded and quickly tuned it to the emergency frequency.

"There were too many... Fuck!" Yeonjun's voice crackled through the radio, filled with anguish.

Ryujin grabbed the radio and brought it close to her mouth. "Yeonjun!"

The voice on the other end managed a weak chuckle. "Hey Ryu..."

"Are you okay?!"

In response, all they could hear was his choked back sobs. "I can't fucking live without them, Ryujin..."

Ryujin could feel Yeji's worried gaze on her as her heart shattered.

"Yeonjun, we're on our way. Just hang on, okay?" Ryujin's voice quivered as she fought to stay calm. "Keep talking, we're coming."

She slammed her foot on the gas, the car roaring as she sped towards Yeonjun's place in the neighboring district.

Yeonjun's voice trembled as he struggled to breathe. "I've known them for so long, so fucking long, and now they're... gone. Just like that. I lost my family."

"I know, Yeonjun," Ryujin's voice wavered as she fought to keep her composure. "I know the pain of losing those you love. I know that relentless ache that tightens around your chest and makes it so fucking hard to breathe." Her tone cracked as she pressed the pedal down hard, her car speeding through the night. "Just hold on, please. We're almost there."

"I'm barely hanging on, Ryujin. I watched each one of them die."

Ryujin could hear Yeji struggling to hold back her tears, biting her jacket sleeve to muffle the sobs that threatened to escape.

"I remember my first day of high school. I was completely alone. We had just moved here after my parents' divorce. I was the only kid at that fucking prestigious school my dad could barely afford with his part-time job at the butcher's shop, barely scraping by in that rundown flat we rented. All I wanted was friends—someone to remind me that I wasn't alone." His voice faltered over the radio, cracking with raw emotion. "I was the kid with the secondhand uniforms, too big, full of holes. My dad and I didn't even know how to mend them."