Love You Goodbye (ryeji)

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Ryujin gripped the steering wheel as she navigated through the quiet streets.

The soft glow of streetlights illuminated her face, but her expression was anything but serene.

Her mind was a whirlwind, a storm she couldn't silence.

Yeji is perfect, she thought, her grip tightening.

She's kind, patient, and forgiving.

Wife material, through and through.

A faint smile tugged at her lips as she remembered the countless mornings Yeji greeted her with a warm kiss and the way she always tried—no matter how disastrous—to cook meals for her.

God, she's terrible at cooking, Ryujin mused with a chuckle, though it faded as quickly as it appeared. But she tries. She always tries.

Her heart ached with guilt as she thought about the woman she had asked to marry her.

Six years together, and she's everything I could ever ask for.

She's my first love.

My constant.

My home.

But then her thoughts shifted, and a different face invaded her mind.

Her boss.

She swallowed hard, her fingers drumming against the wheel. But her...

Her boss was nothing like Yeji. She was bold, unapologetic, and utterly intoxicating. With her, there was no softness, no quiet comfort.

There was only heat, intensity, and a challenge Ryujin had never faced before.

It's wrong, she thought, but her pulse quickened nonetheless.

There was something about the way her boss made her feel—alive, reckless, and on the edge of something dangerous. With Yeji, everything was predictable, safe. But with her boss...

I want to try, Ryujin admitted to herself, the words stinging even as they settled in her mind.

I want the challenge.

The excitement.

Ryujin couldn't deny it. A part of her craved the attention her boss gave her, the way she made Ryujin feel desired.

Lately, with Yeji, things felt routine—like they were just going through the motions.

But with her boss, it was different. It felt new, thrilling, like stepping into the unknown.

Her knuckles turned white as she clenched the wheel tighter.

Is it so bad to want something different?

She hated herself for even thinking it. For entertaining the idea that someone else could make her feel what Yeji never had.

She pulled into the parking lot building, turning off the engine and leaning back in her seat.

She stared up at the lit windows, the guilt eating her, but the temptation pulling her in.

I shouldn't be here.

But her legs moved anyway, carrying her toward the elevator and up to the floor.

As the doors slid open, she took a deep breath, her heart pounding in her chest.