AVISOS: Nessa história a Yeji é sua irmã adotiva, a Ryujin é a melhor amiga da Yeji e ambas são mais velhas que você. Também tem smut, creampie, threesome, handjob, blowjob, age gap, sexo sem camisinha, leitora tem um pênis.
📌 obs: sempre use camisinha, se proteja, se cuide, é a sua saúde que está em jogo.
Seus pais a deixaram em casa com Yeji, que era sua "babá". Yeji era cerca de três anos mais velha do que você, uma diferença de idade não muito grande, mas mesmo assim você era a irmã mais nova dela.
Você se sentou no sofá, do outro lado estava sua irmã mais velha e a amiga dela, Ryujin. Você também era muito próximo de Ryujin, mas vocês só interagiam quando ela aparecia.
Atualmente você e as duas meninas mais velhas estavam assistindo a um filme de terror, você mudou de posição, agora deitada no colo de Ryujin enquanto o filme passava.
Em algum momento do filme você ficou "entediada" e foi para o seu quarto, deixando as meninas mais velhas na sala de estar.
O verdadeiro motivo pelo qual você foi para o quarto foi o calor incômodo entre suas pernas. Ryujin estava acariciando suas orelhas, seu cabelo, seu pescoço, as mãos dela descia até mesmo sobre seu peito.
Os dedos da mais velha passearam muito pelo seu peito, e você não aguentou mais, pedindo um tempo para ficar sozinha no seu quarto.
Você tentou de tudo para tirar sua mente da situação, mas sem sucesso. Então, você cedeu, enfiando as mãos no suéter.
Você baixou a calça, deslizando a mão sobre o pênis que endurecia lentamente, pequenos gemidos saíram de seus lábios enquanto você começava a pensar descaradamente em Ryujin a masturbando.
Você enfiou as mãos dentro da cueca, agarrou o seu pau e o acariciou lentamente, o sêmen escorria da ponta, o cobrindo perfeitamente.
Pouco depois de tirar a cueca, completamente nua, você começou a se masturbar ininterruptamente. Você fechou os olhos e começou a pensar na mais velha, em como ela era bonita, no jeito que ela ria, em tudo o que ela tinha de bom.
Você deixou sua mente vagar, tanto que acabou choramingando e gemendo o nome da garota mais velha, sem nem mesmo perceber seus sons ficaram mais altos, a ponto delas poderem ouvi-la por cima do filme.
Você não sabia, mas Yeji pediu a Ryujin para ela ver como você estava, e ela foi fazer. Em vez de bater na sua porta, como ela estava ligeiramente entreaberta, Ryujin apenas a empurrou levemente e deu uma espiada.
O que ela viu a chocou. Ela ouviu você choramingar o nome dela, depois viu você se exitar com isso? Ela apertou as coxas e mordeu o lábio, continuando a observá-la.
— Hum, Ryu... – Você gemeu, a garota mais velha apenas observou mais intensamente enquanto suas mãos aceleravam, agora usando as duas mãos para bombear seu pau.
Do ponto de vista de Ryujin, você é tão grande que ela diria que você tem pelo menos 24 centímetros, perfeitamente depilada e macia. Ela queria tocá-la, e você também queria. Você estava cada vez mais perto do orgasmo, mas Ryujin não conseguiu mais se segurar e entrou no seu quarto.
— Está tudo bem aí, lindinha? – Ela disse, o que a assustou, você cobriu a parte inferior do corpo com uma coberta, mas ela se sentou na cama.
Ela acariciou suas pernas cobertas e olhou para você.
— O que você estava fazendo, baby? – Ela perguntou com um tom de voz tão sedutor que fez você se derreter.
— Eu estava... – Você choramingou, mas não conseguia nem se concentrar, pois Ryujin passou a mão pela sua coxa, tão perto de tocar seu pau ereto.
Ela a olhou nos olhos enquanto continuava a se arrastar para cima, e finalmente, puxou a coberta para baixo. Ela colocou as mãos em volta da base, olhando para você com um sorriso convencido.
Ela então começou a acariciá-la lentamente.
— Um pau tão bonito... – Ela disse, sua voz se aprofundando à medida que avançava.
Seus lamentos aumentaram, tanto que Yeji acabou entrando, e assim que ela abriu a porta, você gozou para Ryujin. A menina mais velha diminuiu o ritmo, enquanto Yeji entrava mais no quarto, sussurrando algo para Ryujin e você só observando.
A garota mais velha começou a se despir, e em seguida, puxou Ryujin e começou a beijar a mais velha.
As duas garotas sorriram, seus corpos se encostaram um no outro e gemeram durante o beijo. Ryujin segurou o pescoço de Yeji enquanto se beijavam, Yeji jogou a cabeça para trás, permitindo que Ryujin tivesse livre acesso para começar a marcá-la.
Yeji gemeu para Ryujin, mas seus olhos se concentraram em você, observando como você ficava mais dura a cada segundo.
As meninas se separaram e Yeji foi até você, engatinhando pela cama enquanto Ryujin se despia. Ela lentamente levou seu pênis à boca, a chupando por alguns segundos antes de alinhar seu pênis com a entrada dela.
Yeji mordeu o lábio enquanto uma pequena série de gemidos saía de seus lábios.
— Ah. – Ela gemeu, finalmente alcançando a base de seu pau.
— Puta que pariu, você é enorme... – Ela disse quicando no seu pau.
Ryujin veio por trás e segurou o quadril dela, controlando a velocidade da garota enquanto você ocupava suas mãos com os seios dela.
A atenção rapidamente se voltou para Yeji e para ajudá-la a terminar, você deitou a garota de costas, agora estocando dentro da mais velha.
Ryujin se posicionou melhor, para que ela e Yeji pudessem se beijar e você começou a tocar a garota. Ela rompeu o beijo e começou a gemer para você, você se afastou de Yeji e penetrou Ryujin.
A penetração aleatória a pegou desprevenida, fazendo-a gemer tão alto que nem você nem Yeji jamais imaginaram que ela pudesse gemer tão alto.
Ryujin enfiou os dedos dentro da menina mais velha e começou a enfiá-los e tirá-los tão rápido que Yeji gozou antes do tempo.
As pernas da garota tremeram enquanto ela tentava fazer com que Ryujin diminuísse a velocidade ou parasse, mas ela não fez nada disso. Ela começou a esfregar o clitóris, mas você levantou Ryujin, colocando-a de quatro e começou a penetrar ela novamente.
Você podia sentir as paredes dela ficando estupidamente apertadas em torno do seu pau, você começou a se contorcer dentro dela. Ela logo gozou, cobrindo completamente o seu pau, você saiu de dentro de Ryujin, Yeji voltou e levou o seu pau para dentro da boca dela.
Ela engoliu todo o seu pau, o absorvendo completamente até começar a engasgar, em seguida, acariciou o seu pau, enquanto Ryujin mergulhava os dedos novamente dentro da garota.
O corpo de Yeji tremia com força, os pequenos gemidos que saíam da boca dela vibravam contra você, fazendo com que você gozasse na garganta dela, mas ela o retirou antes que você conseguisse, Ryujin se aproximou e fez com que você gozasse sobre as duas.
A garota mais velha continuou a acariciar seu pau, prolongado seu orgasmo. Vocês três ficaram ofegantes, tentando recuperar a compostura.
Quando as meninas finalmente conseguiram se acalmar, vocês ouviram seus pais abrirem a porta da frente.
A/N: This fic is definitely early, but I would like to work on that Finnick sequel fic and have it done before the fall semester starts, so this fic will be coming out now. Can't wait to listen to the Itzy album - there's already a lot of bops on that album, I know it. 😌 I also saw this picture and knew exactly what kind of fic I wanted to write.
TW: Ryujin is implied to be a street fighter or boxer, heavy descriptions of blood and injuries, descriptions of first aid and stitches, alcohol is consumed by both parties, plenty of cursing, and hurt and comfort in the literal sense.
Pairing: Ryujin x GN! Reader (romantic)
Summary: Ryujin has a unique habit of showing up your door in need of stitches and medical attention that you can barely provide. This time, however, a bottle of whiskey, the moonlight, and a sprained ankle help you move into the next phase of your relationship.
The moonlight shines gently on you, casting your body in a gentle glow that captivates Ryujin when she stumbles through your front door.
"Ryujin..." You trail off as you quickly stand up and approach the doorframe in preparation to catch Ryujin if she succumbs to her injuries.
"You look heavenly." She shifts her weight onto one foot, and you notice that her left foot is lifted slightly into the air.
"You look like you're about to see heaven." Your eyebrows furrow with worry as you gently take her arm and wrap it around your shoulder. "Is your ankle broken?"
"Sprained," She corrects you before leaning on you, "and it's sweet to see you so worried about me."
You bite your lip before shaking your head.
"Please tell me that the other boxer looks worse." You sigh as you try to navigate yourself and Ryujin towards the bathroom.
"Yujin couldn't even walk out of the ring." Her triumphant smile cause your worry to fade for a moment before she curses in pain.
You pause to shift the majority of Ryujin's weight onto yourself, and you hear her sigh in relief as she relaxes against your body.
"Don't pass out on me now." You mutter under your breath before taking the final steps towards the bathroom.
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You set Ryujin on the counter before grabbing the plastic boot and a pile of bandages from your bathroom closest.
"Can you manage-"
"I'll be fine, Doc." She offers you a weak smile as you hand her the materials.
She takes off her black boot, and you nearly gag at the sight of the purple and black bruises around her ankle. She weakly laughs at your reaction before coughing into her arm.
"No blood?" You ask as she checks her arm.
"No blood."
"Thank goodness." You mutter as she laughs again.
You reach towards the bathroom cabinet and pull out your first aid kit along with a gallon-sized bag of bandages.
"I hate how prepared you are." She says as she wraps her ankle.
"I hate how easily you manage to injury yourself." You shoot back.
"Touche."
You close the toilet seat before setting the medical equipment on the toilet lid. You slip past Ryujin, and the skin contact of her hand on yours sends your mind spiraling into a romantic wonderland of endless possibilities.
Don't think about that until she's thinking clearly - her brain is still in adrenaline mode from the fight, and she's going to say something that she doesn't mean.
That's, at least, what you tell yourself every time Ryujin comes crashing into your apartment in the middle of the night.
An insomniac made by inconsistent night shifts, late night worries, and one too many cups of caffeine, you were always up at late hours. You knew your neighbor was one too, as you often would hear her leave in the evening and return in the earliest hours of the morning, but you were shocked to see her crashed against the outside of your door one night.
You had no medical training or first aid kits, but she was breathing, and when you tried to call an ambulance, she gently grabbed your arm and insisted on trying to get back to her place. You, of course, refused, and with the help of YouTube and Ryujin's guidance, you managed to patch her back up.
You steadily improved in your skills as Ryujin's injuries became worse. Your hand still shaked when you did stitches, but that was because of Ryujin's words and actions. She'd take your other hand and squeeze it or flirt with you until you dug the needle too far in her skin.
"Why don't you say these sweet things to me when you're not bleeding excessively, huh?" You said as you cleaned her wounds with a disinfectant.
"This is the only time I ever see you. Come swing around my place, and I'll happily tell you everything you want to hear and so much more." She coyly says before locking eyes with you.
~
You return to the bathroom with a bottle of cheap whiskey and two plastic glasses.
"You ran out of disinfectant?" Ryujin asks as she latches up the last velcro strap on her boot.
"I wonder why." You mumble before quickly taking the cap off the whiskey and pouring two glasses.
You offer her one before taking the other glass.
"Thanks," She says as you gently press your glas against hers, "but I prefer the more expensive stuff."
She takes a small swig as you down the glass that you filled.
"Rough night?"
"Yeah, I had someone I care about show up at my door with very substantial injuries." You brush past her again to grab the first aid kit, a few bandages, and a wash cloth that's hanging off of a nearby towel rack.
You discard your empty cup before dabbing the washcloth with alcohol. You set the bottle on the ground after putting the cap back on.
Ryujin's eyes never leave you as you stand back up.
"Can you, uh..." You vaguely gesture to her shirt.
"Take off my shirt?"
"No, I just need you to lift it up." You shyly look away as she lifts it up a few inches from her waist.
While trying not to stare in admiration, you work on disinfecting her wounds.
"Fuck," She mumbles before taking a sip of whiskey, "I'm sorry about this."
"Huh?"
You step away for a moment to grab three bandages.
"The only time I ever see you is when I'm hurt," She bites her lip as you swiftly apply the bandages, "and I feel like I'm bothering you."
The softness in her eyes and the genuineness of her words causes you to pause.
"You're not... a bother, Ryujin," You study her body for a moment before deciding to work on her arms next, "and I actually look forward to seeing you if that doesn't sound fucked-up."
"Not in the slightest."
You grab her arm as a comfortable silence surrounds you two. You feel a sense of domestic comfort, like you two were always met to meet like this.
Her eyes don't leave you for a moment, but you don't feel scrutinized or uncomfortable under her gaze.
When you make your way to her face, you pause as your eyes connect. The unspoken tension between you two comes unbelievable visible, and you're suddenly aware of your close proximity to Ryujin's face.
"You know, I'd kiss you if you didn't have a cut on your lip." You tease as you line up a small bandage on her lip.
"Damn, I would've kissed you anyway."
You don't hesitate to toss the bandage on the floor before placing a hand on her cheek. She pulls you close, and her lips melt against yours.
When you taste a familiar metallic sting on your lips, you quickly pull away before wiping off her lip and yours with a towelette from the first aid kit.
"That hurt," She touches her lip with her finger while stating at the blood, "but it was so fucking worth it."
You laugh before grabbing the bandaid from the floor.
"Ready to finish up?"
"Y'know," She finishes off her whiskey before tossing the cup in the bin, "I think another kiss would help me through the pain."
You indulge her, of course, again and again until you're both satisfied.
PAIRING: fwb!Ryujin x fem reader; past Choi Beomgyu x fem reader
SYNOPSIS: After breaking up with your cheating ex you drown yourself in sorrow (and alcohol) what happens when because of your manic episodes you begin a sexual relationship with your childhood best friend. It's just apart of the healing process right? nothing serious.
GENRE: angst, crack (maybe?) SMAU.
WARNINGS: Toxic Relationships, friends with benefits mentions of past Cheating, Substance abuse, death jokes, you are an asshole , suggestive, Ryujin is literally mommy, crude or disrespectful language, Character development purrrrrr.
Disclaimer- Y/n is a bitch she is rude and she WILL be dissing people no hate to the idols the reader disses its just apart of her character.
A/N This was actually an assignment for school that I converted into a fanfiction, and is also the first fanfiction I’ve ever posted. Apologies in advance for any mistakes in grammar or spacing!
4,454 Words
TW// Bullying, Slight Depictions of Violence, Neglect(?)
“We’re moving.” Those two words, those two little words that would come to change everything as I knew it. I had what I thought was a mediocre life, not awful, but certainly not the best. I had always been a target for bullies, but I just assumed that I came off as weak. It was either that or the fact that I was top of my class when it came to academics. After all, my classwork was all I had. My parents were always busy fawning over my older brother to even notice my bruises when I came home from school. Part of me hoped that if I got good enough grades that they would pay more notice to me, but it never happened. The only thing that helped me through those difficult times was the hope that the string brought me. That little knot on my left pinky brought me so much comfort. The hope that my soulmate was somewhere out there waiting for me, and that soon I would meet them.
“Your brother got accepted to University in Australia, and he found his soulmate there. We’re moving to be closer to him.” Those were the words that left me winded and confused. Is this a bad thing? No, it didn’t seem all that bad.
“When?” Was the only word that I could muster at the moment.
“A week,” my mother replied, looking at the papers on our dining room table. With a nod, I headed to school. All-day I couldn’t get it out of my head. Feeling a tug on my pinky, I was pulled from my thoughts. My soulmate always seemed to know when I needed them. With a smile on my face, I tried to concentrate on school.
I headed home that day with no new bruises. When I got home, I decided what I would bring which was not much. At dinner that night, I asked about school.
“Don’t worry about it Y/N, we have it figured out,” my father said. My parents wouldn’t look at me when they talked. They never did.
“It’s a private school, with uniforms. Oh, and you’ll be living by yourself,” my mother added. I wasn’t surprised my parents wanted to get rid of me, but I would finally be free from their uncaring and often harsh words.
When the day finally came, I woke up early. It was a long flight, about 20 hours. The fact that I had never been on a plane before and was going to be on one for almost a whole day was nerve-wracking and exciting for me. The ride to the airport was quiet and uneventful. I just listened to music through my headphones, tapping my fingers to the rhythm. The plane ride wasn’t much better. The motion sickness pill that I took made me feel drowsy, so I slept through about a little over half of the flight. I spent the rest of it watching movies on the small screen on the back of the passenger in front of me’s seat.
Once we landed, we wasted no time in exiting the plane. I messed around on my phone while my parents sorted out our luggage and a taxi. We tiredly shuffled our way outside of the airport. My short brunette hair flowed in the wind as the warm fall air of Australia hit my pale face. I let out a content sigh at the warmness of the sun that coated my body before my mom grabbed hold of my wrist and pulled me toward the small, lemon-colored vehicle . I fell asleep during the hour and a half long drive to my new apartment.
As we pulled up to a large grey building in the middle of a busy city, I woke up, and got out of the car. The driver opened the trunk for us, and I grabbed the last box that my parents hadn’t gotten yet. I followed my parents into the building and we entered the elevator together. I watched as my dad reached out his pinky finger from under a box and pressed the button for the fifth floor. My parents exited the elevator first and I followed them down the dim hallway. When we reached the end of the hallway, my parents stopped in front of a door with a faded gold plaque on it that read “508.” My mom set down some boxes and dug in her purse for something. After a while, she fished out a pair of keys and put them into the keyhole on the door. With a click, the door unlocked and she pushed it open. She picked the boxes up again and we walked into my new home. It wasn’t a large apartment. It consisted of a bedroom, a bathroom, and a small kitchen area that connected to the main living room. I brought the labeled boxes to their appropriate places and began to unpack.
The next morning I woke up and saw clothes hanging from my doorknob. My mom must have left them there before she and my dad left. I got ready for the day and put my uniform on. It consisted of a navy blue skirt, a white long-sleeve dress shirt, a grey and navy blue sweater-vest, and a navy blue tie. My mom left me a piece of paper with instructions on how to get to my school, including a bus map. I guess she does care, at least a little.
After I got to school and got my schedule, I went to my assigned locker. I started to struggle with the padlock until I was shoved into my locker. The person who shoved me grabbed me by the shoulders and turned me around.
“Wow, so you’re the new kid,” she said in a sarcastic tone, eyeing me up and down. I nodded, my eyes cast downward at the floor.
“Tch, look at me when I’m talking to you,” she said tightening her grip on my shoulders. I made eye contact with her and got a good look at her face. She was short, about 4’9”, and she had chestnut toned skin. She moved her grip to my tie, loosening it as she did so. She pulled back her left arm and formed her hand into a fist before she brought it down, punching me in the face. I felt her ring pierce my skin, drawing blood. The bell suddenly rang and she released me from her grip and walked off, her posey trailing behind her while they all laughed. I sunk to the floor and wiped the warm blood off of my lip. I shook my head and went to class ignoring the sting of my newly cut lip.
After class, they found me again. She had beaten me to my knees and somehow gotten me to the floor. She was just about to kick me in the side when I heard someone call out.
“Hey, knock it off!” I kept my eyes on the floor when suddenly, my string started glowing.
“Why should I,” she said with a smirk never taking her eyes off of me. I heard the girl who was intervening’s footsteps grow closer.
“Because I said so,” she said coldly. I didn’t even have to see her to be able to tell that she was tough, or at least looked the part. The perpetrator mumbled something to her minions and they tried to grab a hold of the other girl. I heard punches landing, but at this point, I wasn’t sure whether it was me, the minions, or the girl I had deemed my savior getting struck. I only realized that it was the cold girl who had saved me that was dealing out the punches when I saw my bully and her group running off, one girl limping with red marks that would surely bruise. I slowly got up. I looked for the girl who saved me so I could thank her, but she was gone.
The next day when I went to open my locker, a piece of paper fell out.
“Hey, this is kinda weird huh? Well, I’m your soulmate, and I saved you yesterday... Um yeah bye now.” the note read in neat feminine handwriting. My soulmate? So that’s why my string started glowing! Wait, it’s a girl? I mean it’s not that surprising, I’ve never really been interested in guys anyway. Who is she? The notes kept appearing day after day. After a week she left me a special one.
“Hey, let’s meet up in the cafeteria today after school. Promise me that you’ll be there okay?”
After school, I rushed to the cafeteria and waited. I waited for half an hour and I was getting up to leave until I heard loud footsteps. The footsteps slowed and I could hear panting from the entrance. I looked up and saw an Asian girl of average height, about 5’4”. She had straight, dyed blonde hair that stopped about an inch above her shoulder, but it was now tousled as if she had just run a marathon. A drop of sweat dripped down her pale forehead.
“Sorry I’m late, I got held up,” she said with a nervous chuckle and a charming half-smile. My brain was having trouble deciding whether to look at the string or the breath-taking girl on the other side of it. My eyes flickered between her face and the red string that connected us.
“Wow,” I said under my breath. She let out the most beautiful sound I had ever heard. After a moment of her heavy breathing and my pounding heart, I broke the silence.
“Oh um,” I said, breaking her out of her trance “I’m Y/N.”
“I know. I’m Ryujin Shin, and I’m a junior here, ” she says, taking a step forward and extending her hand towards me. She had a slight accent that just added to her charm. I flinched away, but quickly recovered and reached my hand out and connected it with hers. I finally understood why people described love as fireworks going off in your heart. That’s the only way that I could describe it.
From that day on, we spent every moment we could together. We slowly got to know more about each other, and she even introduced me to her mother and her sisters. I could tell her siblings meant the world to her, and I understood why when I met them. She told me how she practically had to raise her two younger sisters.
“You raised two fine young women, Jinnie,” I told her, clinging to her arm as she walked me back to my apartment. She gave me a shy smile, pulled me closer, and kissed me on the cheek. I noticed how she had to stand slightly on tiptoes to reach me. Those were the beginning days, but I like to think of those times as, “The Learning Phase.” Those were the beginnings of the relationship when we both had no idea what we were doing.
Seeing the two of us, you wouldn’t imagine that we would fit together. We each had those exact thoughts at the beginning of the relationship too. The only thing that had brought us together was the string, oh, and physical attraction to each other of course. At the beginning of the relationship we were just getting used to each other, and figuring the other out (hence the name). I remember every time that she told me something, I would try to engrave it into my memory. There was no need to do that, though, because everything she said seemed like the most important thing to me. I always remembered everything. The first night that we spent together was at my house. We talked about everything and nothing all at once, and I fell asleep in her arms. Even after our Learning Phase, there were a few things that never changed. 1. We never got tired of each other, we could spend every day together and always have something to talk about 2. I always fell asleep in her arms and 3. She was always just as breathtakingly beautiful as the first time I laid eyes on her, even when she was exhausted and hadn’t gotten more than three hours of sleep the previous night.
One day, she walked to my dorm to pick me up for a date. I heard a knock at my door and immediately rushed to it. I opened it to see my beautiful girlfriend who I had fallen madly in love with. She was dressed in a black hoodie (that was probably mine), some slightly-baggy black pants, and a black suit jacket with a green, brown, and navy blue plaid pattern on over the plain sweatshirt. Because she grew up in Korea and was raised by her Korean mother, she always wore a mask in public to avoid getting sick and had gotten me into the habit as well. She still had her mask on, but I pecked the mask where her lips would have been. She pulled me into a hug before holding me at arm’s length. Her eyes raked over my figure. I was wearing a white mock neck shirt with a short blue suit jacket over it, and a white skirt with a blue and red plaid pattern on it. To top it all off, Ryujin brought me a black beret from her apartment. Yes, we were definitely the type of couple to plan matching outfits for dates and call each other grossly cute nicknames, and yes, it definitely annoyed everyone else. When she was satisfied with how we looked, she pulled me out the door, and I locked it behind me. She slung her arm around my waist and we walked to a little cafe near my apartment complex that we had been planning on trying.
It was a normal date, we sat next to each other and whispered into each other’s ears, and she even tried to teach me some Korean (it was something stupid that I couldn’t remember nor pronounce) Whenever she laughed I made sure to turn to her and see her dimples. She had whisker dimples that made her look like a cat that I admired, and I loved seeing her eyes scrunch up when she smiled. I loved that when she saw me looking at her lovingly, she would lightly slap my arm. I loved how she always knew how to make my heartbeat so intensely, she would always call me baby in Korean, and I adored it. I loved everything about her.
When we got to my dorm room, I invited Ryujin to stay for a while longer because it was Saturday and we didn’t have classes the next day. She accepted and we laid on my mattress that was thrown on my bedroom floor. There was no way I was going to buy a bed frame only to use for one year. Wait, that year was almost over. I’d be going to college soon. I’d be leaving soon. I’d be leaving her soon. At that thought, tears started cascading from my eyes. Ryujin comforted me and when I told her why I was crying, she cried with me. I tried to wipe her tears but accidentally poked her in the eye through my tear-blurred vision. We laughed for a while and decided not to think about it, but after she left for the night I cried again. I cried all night while thinking about college. The next day I told her where I was applying and she insisted on helping me fill out the many forms even though I was applying to a college back in the states.
The day the letter came, I knew either way that it would be hard for both of us. I called Ryujin on the phone and she rushed over. She barged in the door and sat down next to me.
“Hey sweetie,” she said in a gentle voice, caressing my arm, “do you want me to open it?” I shook my head no and opened the letter. My eyes quickly scanned through the jumbles of words.
“I got in,” I said in a quiet voice. Ryujin smiled at me, but her eyes displayed her true feelings. She was concerned. I shook my head.
“No, I’m not leaving you,” I say looking up at her with tears in my eyes. She shook her head with tears threatening to spill from her eyes as well.
“What are you talking about?” she asked. “You have to go, this is your dream school. You’ve wanted this since you were a kid.” I shook my head aggressively.
“No, no,” I cried hysterically, “I don’t want this, I want you!” I threw myself into her arms. She held me in her arms until I calmed down a bit.
“You have to go, you can’t let me hold you back,” she said glancing at our string. “You need to do this.” She stood up and walked to my kitchen. I followed her and stood leaning against the countertops, watching as she searched through my drawers for something. I sniffled as she pulled them out. Scissors? Why was she holding scissors? She walked up to me. I didn’t back away, but she walked past me to the doorways, and I followed her. She opened the door, but before she left, she turned and pulled me into a tight embrace.
“Go.” She whispered in my ear. I heard a snipping sound, and she walked away, the severed string trailing pathetically behind her. My knees grew weak and I fell to the floor, watching the love of my life leave. I could feel my heartbreak, it was the worst, most intense pain that I had ever experienced.
The next year in America was the hardest. Not a second went by where I didn’t think about Ryujin, and it took me a month or two to get used to falling asleep without her. I wanted so badly to be in her arms, to have her hold and tell me that everything would be okay like she used to, but she couldn’t. So, I decided that I needed to make her proud. Everything I did, I did it for her. When I wanted to give up, it was the thought of her that kept me going. I would see her again, wouldn’t I? We were still soulmates, right? I’d had enough of letting fate control my life, so I took it into my own hands. I decided that I needed to see her, so I figured out when her class’s graduation was being held, and I booked a flight. When the week of her graduation came, I packed a bag and flew there. My brother was going to let me stay with him for a while. He had matured into a fine young man, it seemed.
When I arrived in Australia, he came to pick me up from the airport. As I walked out of the sliding doors, I saw him. He ran to me and enveloped me in a warm hug.
“I missed you, little sister,” he said, choking back tears. I pulled away from the hug.
“Hey come on now,” I said teasingly, “You aren’t gonna cry here are you?” He let out a wry chuckle.
“You haven’t changed a bit,” he said, and with that, we got into the car. His house wasn’t big, but it wasn’t small. It was the perfect size for his little family. He introduced me to his wife and their son. I even saw my parents, and they told me how much they missed me as well. I guess time really does change a person.
On the night of Ryujin’s graduation, I got dressed in my best attire. I wore a grey suit with some short heels. Will she even recognize me? My hair had grown out a bit, so I pulled most of it back into a small ponytail, but kept a few of the shorter front pieces out. I made sure that everything was ready. My brother gave me a ride there, but before I got out of the car, he stopped me.
“Hey, don’t be nervous, okay?” he said, “It’s Ryujin. Just Ryujin.” I chuckled and thanked him before leaving the car. I’ll always be nervous when it comes to Ryujin. I entered the hall and took a seat near the back. The graduates sat on the stage, and my eyes immediately found Ryujin. Her hair had gotten longer, and she dyed it back to black. She was just as stunning as the first time I saw her, if not more. She was talking to some of her classmates, four other girls. It looked like she made friends. When she walked to the center of the stage to receive her diploma, I could feel my heart swell with pride and it took so much strength to not burst into tears right then and there.
After the ceremony was over, while all the parents were waiting for their kids to change into normal clothes, I found Ryujin’s sisters and her mom. They were excited to see me and welcomed me with open arms.
“Ryujin never stops talking about how much she regrets doing what she did,” her mom said sympathetically with an arm on my shoulder. I looked at her with a sad smile before I heard a voice calling out from behind Ms. Shin.
“Hey m-” she stopped when she saw me and her eyes widened. A tear rolled down her cheek and she rushed to me. I opened my arms and welcomed her into them. She cried into my suit jacket and kept mumbling apologies and how she couldn’t believe that I was there. She was wearing a simple black spaghetti-strap dress that stopped just above her knees and a pair of black three-inch heels. I’ll never know how she managed to make the simplest things look so stunning. My heart throbbed as I finally held her close to me. I had my girl back.
“Hey, I have something planned for us tonight,” I whispered into the crown of her head. She hadn’t grown a single inch, she was still my little Ryujin. She nodded and I walked her outside to the car that was waiting, she clung to me the whole way there. I opened the backseat door for her and she went in, I soon followed her. She sat in the middle seat and wrapped her arms around me. With her head nuzzled in my chest, I thought that she was crying, but I wasn’t sure.
“Ryu, lift your head. Look at me,” I said quietly with a small chuckle. When she looked up at me, my heart broke again. Her eyes were puffy and her face had tear tracks from the amount of crying she had done. The sight of her like that, almost made me cry, but I kept my composure. I couldn’t let her see me hurt, I have to be strong.
When we finally arrived at the restaurant, I opened the car door and got out first before taking her hand and helping her out of the car. I linked our arms and led her into the restaurant. I led her to the stairs and we walked up to them together, hand in hand. Once we reached the door to the roof I pushed it open, and she let out a quiet gasp. There was a table with a white tablecloth on it and two chairs on either side of it. There was an assortment of Korean foods on the table and candles as well. There were also posts set up that had fairy lights strung from them, but the most beautiful sight was the moon. Though not full, I was lucky to have managed to plan this on a clear night where the bright white moon was visible. I sat her in a chair and pushed it in for her.
“So gentlemanly,” she said teasingly with a smirk. I just shrugged and smiled. We talked a lot that night, she teased me for my chopstick handling, and she thanked me for getting her Korean food.
“I missed this so much,” she said with her mouth half full of Kimchi-jjigae.
“Me or Korean food,” I asked teasingly with a big smile on my face. She swallowed her mouthful and sighed.
“Both,” she muttered as she took my hand over the table. Once our fingers interlaced, we both broke out in full smiles. Her smile was brighter than the moon.
After we were finished eating, I hesitantly sat on the edge of the building with her, trying to keep myself from shaking in fear.
“You ok Y/N? I know you’re afraid of heights,” she said. I stopped looking down and looked her in the eyes. All the fear left my body, and I found comfort in the familiar chocolate eyes of the girl I fell in love with. I nodded and took her hand again, and she shuffled closer to nuzzle herself under my arm. We sat there in silence, our split strings flowing in the wind.
“I’m so sorry,” she said looking up at me.
“I know Ryujin,” I said tucking a piece of hair behind her ear with a small smile, “but you shouldn’t be. You did what you thought was best. You knew I was too stubborn so you did the first thing you thought of.” She shook her head.
“I’m still sorry,” she mumbled, turning her head to look at the breathtaking view below us. I placed my hand under her chin and turned her head to face me. I leaned in and placed a gentle kiss on her soft lips. It felt just as good as the first time. I only then realized how much I missed her. I disconnected our lips before I spoke again.
“Then I forgive you,” I whisper, taking my side of the dark red, dead-looking string in my left hand, and hers in my right, “but I promise you, I won’t leave you ever again.” I knotted the string and I looked up at her. Ryujin cupped my face and wiped my tears away, I hadn’t even noticed I’d started crying. She pulled my head closer and connected our lips once again. We pulled away just enough to rest our foreheads together.
“I love you, Y/N,” she whispered.
“I love you too, Ryujin,” I whispered. I was never leaving. Never again, not unless she was by my side. I wanted her by my side forever, and I wanted to be by her’s too.
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