Letters and Latte | Ryeji

19 - Notes

Mornings were an extreme bitch for someone who was an owl person. They couldn't click, befriend with one another. And worst case scenario, when they wake up, it was like fighting with sickening horse tranquilizers.

On the other hand, Ryujin was left with no choice but got up against her own will. With a grim lour, she ventured out, inducing stomps which resonated downstairs and settled to douse herself with the shower room in the living room after flailing her bathroom's door knob yesterday.

In less than five minutes, the trickling gushes of water were halted, and Ryujin was launched out in her complete uniform attire. She straight up pranced to the couch, taking all of her things for school. Still, the painted sour face was illusive, not probably fading away anytime sooner.

"Seems like you're a little bit early than usual. Take your seat and eat your breakfast."

Ryujin hastily forbade, stitching her mouth.

"It isn't about him, is it?" Yejoon wandered.

"He's not significant enough to speak about."

"Don't attend classes today."

A humoured snigger surfaced up, she was bemused, and presumed a farcical domain way of discipline for acting up. Ryujin turned her back, utterly torn between blowing off all her subjects to augment her violation or zip lock everybody who was going to question her. "I just think you needed it."

"For what?" Ryujin exclaimed, still facing the opposite side. "I'm already spurned playing for the next three games, I don't need another suspension. How's my life? Fucking amazing."

"Watch your language, Ryujin. Mother didn't raise you to be like that." There, the unabashed smirk was slowly dispersing. Yejoon was wise enough how to switch up his sister's conduct by just bringing up their mother to the table.

"Come here, speak up, let's sort things out."

Ryujin shook her head. "It's nothing."

Her brother slumped down on the dining chair, breathing out, while never leaving his sight on her. "Had a fight with your girl? Cheated on you? Broke up with you? Ditched you? Damned you? What?"

"None of those. Lia has nothing to do with it. It's just me, myself and I. I'm just conflicted."

Well, it was partially right.

"That's why you pounced on your rival real hard and she got badly injured?" Ryujin's eyes bored on him, her face contorted and let out a sigh. Yejoon witnessed the most distressed version of his little sister in the old days, when they had lost their mother. Ryujin wasn't able to play well in her shoes, deeply affected by the grieving. But, he was there for her sister. He needed to be and helped Ryujin regained her kindling passion for the sport.

And now, Ryujin was battling with some of her own puzzlement, Yejoon understood. She was growing up, she was learning, she was feeling the prominent surging of emotions. Which was transparently foreign to Ryujin.

He smiled. "You've always been a headstrong little girl. You want to decide things on your own that you think is good for you which sometimes is not." Then, Yejoon stood up, still wearing his sparkling gleam, walking towards the youngest Shin. "They're all part of growing up. But, consider which or which not is your problem. Don't mix them up, little sis."

Ryujin tilted her head up, meeting the much rational expression of her brother. "Because once you get to be a full grown adult, there's limited rooms for making wrong decisions."

Not just adults, everybody always committed mistakes in their lives and eventually regretted it the moment it didn't work how they wanted it to be. However, people would still do it again, as if, they never learned from their past.