A Ritual In the House?

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*Ring* *Ring*

"Hello?"

'Hey Heejin.' Ryujin's deep tone can be heard through the phone and Heejin could basically imagine the dimples and smile eyes wrinkling up her face.

"Oh hey Ryujin, what's up?"

'Oh,' There's a five second worth of a pause before Ryujin replies again, 'My ceiling, if that's what you were asking.'

"Hilarious."

'I'm sorry.' The younger lets out an out of breath awkward chuckle, 'Anyway, my manager wants to meet you for an interview. If she likes you, you get the job instantly. You up for it?'

"Really? That's fantastic, thank you for this, Ryujin."

'It's no problem really, see you on Friday.'

"See you."

'Bye Jeon.'

Heejin hangs up the phone, indulging in Heize's sultry voice that is playing through her earphones as she glances out the window, watching the bus cross the bridge, the sun reflecting on the waves below. The city skyline getting further and further away from her  periphery. It's been awhile since she's witness such a view, deciding to savour it longer by taking a photo with her amazing photography skills —Which is nothing much.

She's never had the best experience in vehicles.

In fact, this bus ride is terrifying her because it's reported to be a rainy couple of weeks and she's terrified that it'll suddenly start pouring. But she decided to grow balls just this once.

She can do it.

Heejin sits back on her seat, staring as nature passes by her window. She takes in the greenery and thinks about how no one really gives them their attention until they're there in front of their eyes. She's one of those people, she oftentimes forgets about how beautiful nature could be.

But her observation session gets interrupted by the bus coming to sudden stop, the passengers, including herself, falling forward upon the powerful halt. She grunts as the tires screeches into her ears and the force she takes trying to reduce the impact of her fall. Heart pounding unbearably in her chest, she clutches on her seat until she manages to calm her frantic heart, trying to control her breathing by reciting the phrase, 'you'll be fine, you're okay, over and over again in her head.'

What the fuck?

The couple who were closely making out behind her earlier are mumbling inaudible lines of annoyance as some at front tried to pin point the reason for the stop, agog heads attempting to have a peek pass the people or analyze the bus driver' situation. Said driver only opens the back door and silence covers the fellow passengers.

Heejin could only raise her head in effort, cursing at the flash of a black suit and the familiar cursive golden J on the front pocket.

"Please everybody, remain calm." The man tries to control the slighly frantic crowd, showing everybody his security badge. He's about taller than average, and tends to stand out with his white curls that gives out an idea of him being a celebrity —which of course isn't true. His masculin muscles are hidden behind a black suit that makes him look like an agent straight out of Men In Black. And his skin is pale and surprising well tampered and clean for someone of his profession —not that Heejin is downgrading guards, they are amazing people.

And with his job and dapper suit, he always seems older than his age, but he's only around the same age as Heejin's eldest sister, even a year younger if she stands correctly.

"I mean no harm to anyone." Spoken like an extra terrestrial, he made his way to the back, politely excusing those in the way. He stops in front of a very embarrassed and chagrined Heejin, offering his hand out in the most bizarrely casual way ever.