#ryeji angst

[ddeongies]

unfinished business

choreographer yeji x actress ryujin, angst & smut, friends to strangers to ???? to lovers | word count: 43,488/???? 🔞

“Maybe we can talk,” Yeji says. But Ryujin is straddling her on the couch, sliding fingers into her hair, sighing into her mouth like a woman starved. And Yeji falls into her again. And again. And soon enough she forgets about talking. She forgets about closure. All she knows is Ryujin, Ryujin, Ryujin.

OR actress Ryujin and choreographer Yeji reunite for the first time in ten years.

💫 chapter 1 ✨ chapter 2 (post) 💫 chapter 3 (post) ✨ chapter 4 (post) 💫 chapter 5 (post)

🎶 playlist

[hwangyeddeongie]

I bet on losing dogs

a ryeji hunger games au

Ryujin always wins.

That was her motto, and everybody knew it. She always won a fight, and she would win the 74th Hunger Games too.

She had already lost the moment she set her eyes on Hwang Yeji.

playlist

1. i guess that’s the way things go

2. the night we met

3. secrets i have held in my heart

4. in the back of my mind, you died

5. we get what we deserve

6. two birds on a wire

7. forgive my northern attitude

8. aren’t you the sweetest thing on this side of hell?

9. the most dangerous thing is to love

10. what about the plans we made?

[xnerbby]

━ i'll keep singing this lie if you keep believing it

🗒: refiz a capa e agora estou mais satisfeita com o resultado, achei que ficou mais bonita e mais na vibe da fic.

LEIA.

[neohyxn]

bittersweet

synopsis: you'd had a crush on the adorable squirrel-like man in your music class since the freshmen year of college. a year later you're still yet to make a move, so what happens when all of a sudden both he and his friends are thrown into you're life through... cat therapy?

pairings: f!reader x human&hybrid!skz. side pairings [human!chan x arctic fox!jeongin, tabby cat!minho x reader x human!jisung, human!changbin x black and white cat!felix, ferret!hyunjin x golden lab!seungmin]

featuring: skz [obviously], ryeji & yuchaelia [itzy], p1harmony, ateez

genres: fluff, angst, crack, mxm, mxfxm, hybrid au, poly au

status: ongoing

warnings: poly, mxm, sexual jokes... more to be added as they appear

prologue

episode one

episode two

episode three

...TBC

[girlgroupfication]

What your favorite kpop gg ship says about you…

Jenlisa (Jennie + Lisa - Blackpink): you think romcoms would be better if the couple never left the push-pull state instead of getting the classic peaceful ending. Also, you miss them, don’t you?

2Yeon (Nayeon + Jeongyeon - TWICE): tell me how much you are addicted to bickering married couples

Winrina/Jiminjeong (Winter/Minjeong + Karina/Jimin - Aespa): you are an introvert, but more importantly, you want a girlfriend

Yuyeon (Yuqi/Soyeon - (G)I-dle): you think every serious girlboss deserves a chaotic dork partner to keep her balance

Saida (Sana + Dahyun - TWICE): your life goal is to have a lovey-dovey, problem-free relationship AND/OR you feel like a national geographic cameraman when watching Sanake in her natural habitat hunting her favorite prey, the Dubu

Ryeji (Ryujin + Yeji - Itzy): people are genuinely concerned about your deeply contemplated theories about the secret meanings of tangerines

Minayeon (Mina + Nayeon - TWICE): you think their rare appearances make them even more special, in other words, it's about the angst

Chaesoo (Rosé/Chaeyoung + Jisoo - Blackpink): you probably started out as a Jenlisa fics reader, but got tired of the drama and realized there was a soft, perfect ship right there

Disclaimer: the absence of some ships is either because I don't know enough about them, I don't know anything about them, I know them but I didn't see how I could put them in this post, I know them and knew how I could put them in this post but I didn’t want to make this post too long or I simply don't like them :) So, as Jisoo says: sorry, not sorry.

… I guess I could make a part 2 if this doesn’t flop though

[butchyeons]

up in space

check it out on ao3!

najeonghyo poly domestic au (ft. ryeji). this fic focuses on jihyo, who’s a traveling nurse, coping with a patient she was really fond of’s passing. also she’s trans and futch bc i said so. jeongyeon and nayeon her emotional support butch and femme respectively. they are very in love!!

trigger warning for discussions of cancer and death. i also use the d slur once but not in a bad way?? if any of that bothers you feel free to skip this one! this fic is a heavy read, so pls be warned!

other tags: hurt/comfort, angst, implied sexual content/jokes, grieving, fluff, domestic stuff idk, discussions of being trans/taking estrogen shots

tysm for all the support on my fics so far! it rlly means a lot. hope you all enjoy- and let me know what you think! this au is rlly special to me and i’ll probably write more in the future bc i love them.

———

Losing a patient was never easy. But this time, it was so much different.

Jihyo did her best to focus on the road- on the long expansion of highway ahead of her. Each time she thought about it, more tears pricked at the corners of her eyes, just like how they had been for the past three days of her shift.

Jihyo wanted to blame it on the estrogen, like she always did. But after being on it for five years, there was only so much blame she could place on her shots. In the back of her mind she could hear Jeongyeon chuckling at her, could see Nayeon giving her that look of sympathy.

“Yah, Jihyo. After a while it becomes less of the hormones and more part of being a woman.” Jeongyeon had said over dinner one night, after Jihyo had spent her whole afternoon crying her eyes out about work. Again.

Jihyo thought that she really understood it now.

Yeji was a sweet girl. She had been in and out of the hospital for years, fighting leukemia. She was diagnosed at a young age, grew up with it. Jihyo met her when she was freshly 13. On the day of her 13th birthday, actually. Jihyo watched as her family- her mom, dad, older sister, and her best friend- brought her a cake and sang her happy birthday. She had one of the brightest smiles Jihyo had ever seen.

Jihyo traveled from hospital to hospital- it was her job to go where she was needed, to specialize in a little bit of everything when it came to pediatrics. But in all her time as a nurse, the hundreds of thousands of patients she saw, she had never found herself as attached to one as she did Hwang Yeji.

She always reminded Jihyo so much of herself. Of that scared little girl that had always lived deep inside her, even before her transition. How that scared little girl never gave up, no matter how bad it got.

When she noticed how that best friend of hers- Ryujin, that was the girl’s name- would stare at her like she put the sun in the sky, she knew. And when she noticed how tightly Yeji would hold Ryujin’s hand as she got the needle in her port changed, how Yeji practically clung to Ryujin during her nausea episodes, she knew.

It reminded her a lot of something she lived through.

The sight of Nayeon in her own hospital bed, her leg shattered, half sobbing as she got the news that she would never be able to walk without pain again- how she wouldn’t be able to return to teaching, effectively getting her passion stolen away in a single afternoon. Jeongyeon held her hand, her expression stern, her eyes never once leaving her wife’s face as the doctor explained the next steps- the surgeries, the physical therapy. Jihyo stood there too, on the other side of Nayeon’s bed, exhausted from having to speed halfway across the country at Jeongyeon’s call. She felt like her heart had broken into a million pieces, scattered in every direction by a wind so strong that she’d never be able to find them all again.

Jihyo had only been with them for a year, then. But when she looked at them, she saw an entire universe. She already knew both of them better than she knew herself. She already knew her specialties, the place she held in both of their lives- fitting in exactly where she needed to, when she needed to. She also already knew then that she would spend the rest of her days with them, if she could.

So when Yeji mentioned her girlfriend to Jihyo one day while she was fixing her IV, Jihyo smiled. She listened, like she always did. She told her she was happy for her, talked about her partners, too. How they were the same. How they had each other, no matter what. Yeji smiled back.

“I hope I can have that one day, too, Ms. Park.”

It was just shy of Yeji’s 16th birthday when Jihyo came back to find her bed empty. It had been a month and a half since Jihyo had been assigned to that hospital. The last time Jihyo spoke with her, they talked about school- how Ryujin had taken their soccer team to the national championships after one last tie-breaker goal in overtime. Yeji was sad she couldn’t be there. She wanted nothing more than to be with Ryujin, was what she told Jihyo.

When she was talking, she was falling asleep. She had been doing that more lately. Jihyo did her best to keep her awake as she changed the needle in her port, told her how good she was doing. Jihyo couldn’t help but notice that she looked so pale, how her vibrant smile had dimmed just slightly. She told Yeji to tell her parents that she said hi, to tell Ryujin congratulations and good luck. She said she couldn’t wait to see her again.

Jihyo gripped the steering wheel impossibly tighter. Her eyes stung, angry thorns of tears working their way up to the surface. She tried to focus on the road- the darkness making everything a bit harder to see. She needed to get glasses. She needed to get home. She needed to get to them.

———

It was nearly 2 am by the time Jihyo pulled into the driveway. The lights were still on in the house- clearly, they were still up. Jihyo mentally scolded them for staying awake for her. But the moment she walked up the steps, only for Jeongyeon to open the door before she could even get her keys out, she forgot all about it.

Jeongyeon didn’t say anything, just held her arms out. Jihyo stepped into them, dropping her backpack on the porch somewhere beside her. Her head found its usual spot- the junction between Jeongyeon’s neck and her shoulder, her nose pressed against the older woman’s pulse point. Jeongyeon just held her, like she always did.

Jeongyeon was all muscle- solid, heavy. She worked outside and it showed. She was rough around the edges, her fingertips worn like the sandpaper she used daily. Jihyo never felt safer than she did in Jeongyeon’s arms.

“Nayeon told me everything- baby, I’m so sorry.” Jeongyeon whispered, her lips brushing against the top of Jihyo’s head.

Jihyo couldn’t miss the way her voice cracked. That’s when she couldn’t hold her tears back anymore.

Jihyo didn’t say anything- she couldn’t, didn’t need to. She just cried. She cried the big, ugly tears she held back for the past three days. She pressed herself into Jeongyeon’s shoulder, her face contorted in pain as she let it all out. Jeongyeon just held her, swaying them both as they stood on the porch, underneath the singular dim light that Jihyo had been meaning to change.

Jihyo had been through so much. Her transition was rough- what she expected to be a casual step into womanhood felt more like a downward freefall with no parachute. She lost everything- her home, her family, her entire support system. But it all seemed so trivial compared to this. At the end of the day, she was breathing. No matter how far she fell, she had someone who could catch her. Two amazing people, actually. And they caught her every single time she fell- over and over again.

The other nurses told her Ryujin was there when she passed. They said they had to practically rip her body out of Ryujin’s arms. They had never seen someone so young but so full of love. Yeji had someone who caught her, too. Even if there was nothing left to catch.

Jihyo asked whatever God was listening to make sure that those two girls met again in the next life, and in every life afterwards. It was the least they deserved. The thought of those two never meeting again in this one made her sob even harder.

“I know, baby.” Jeongyeon whispered, her hand holding the back of Jihyo’s head to her chest, her other arm still wrapped securely around her waist. “I know.”

———

When Jihyo finally calmed down, Jeongyeon helped her inside. She left her in the living room, taking her backpack up to their room. Jihyo could only really stand there, swaying slightly as she stared at the ground- unstable without Jeongyeon to hold her up.

Nayeon, who had been sleeping on the couch snoring peacefully with her jaw half slack, finally stirred. Her eyes slowly opened, a smile forming on her lips as soon as she registered the figure in front of her to be Jihyo. She tried to sit up.

“Jih- ah!” She yelped as she shifted, her leg caught at an awkward angle from how she’d been laying.

At the sound, Jihyo came back down to earth. She quickly rushed to her side, helping her adjust. One of her arms supported Nayeon’s lower back, the other going under the backs of her knees. She helped lift Nayeon up to that she was sitting up straight, her legs out in front of her. She counted to three out loud, waiting for Nayeon to give her a nod, before shifting her again so that her back rested against the back of the couch, her feet on the floor in front of her.

“You really shouldn’t sleep like that, Nay…” Jihyo muttered, no real bite to her words, as she kissed Nayeon’s forehead.

“I know, I just wanted to see you.” Nayeon replied as Jihyo sat down beside her.

“I’ve told you not to stay up late for me.”

“Don’t care.”

“Nayeon-“

Jihyo was cut off as Nayeon pulled her in for a kiss. Their lips met softly, Nayeon’s hand cupping her cheek, helping angle Jihyo’s mouth better to meet hers.

If Jeongyeon was rock, Nayeon was fire. Jihyo always melted right into her. No amount of walls Jihyo had built up could ever resist the pure heat that radiated off of Nayeon. At first it was scary- she had never met someone who made her feel so vulnerable, open. But now the heat was welcomed- needed. It kept Jihyo alive. She wouldn’t want it any other way.

“There’s dinner in the fridge if you’re hungry.” Nayeon whispered as she pulled away, her hand still caressing Jihyo’s cheek. “I missed you.”

“I missed you, too. I ate on the way home earlier.” Jihyo whispered, her eyes closed. “I’ll have some for lunch tomorrow.”

The couch shifted behind Jihyo. She felt a familiar arm wrapping around her waist, steadying her.

“You better.” Jeongyeon whispered, her nose finding Jihyo’s neck. “She made it just for you- the pickiest eater I’ve ever met.”

Jihyo chuckled.

“You both signed up for my picky eating the night you picked me up at the bar.”

Jeongyeon huffed, pulling Jihyo’s back against her front. She pressed a kiss to Jihyo’s neck.

“And you’ve been a pain in the ass ever since. I love you so much.”

“I love you more.” Nayeon added, leaning in to kiss Jihyo again. “So much more.”

If Jeongyeon was the moon and Nayeon was the sun, Jihyo was the constellation that lay between the two of them. She needed them as much as they needed her.

“No fighting.”Jihyo whispered between kisses. “I’m too tired to deal with it.”

Nayeon chuckled as she pulled away, her thumb stroking Jihyo’s cheek.

“You started it.”

“Did not.” Jihyo said, smirking.

Before Nayeon could go back in for another kiss, Jeongyeon groaned. She pulled her face away from Jihyo’s neck, both of her arms still wrapped around the younger woman’s waist.

“Can we go to bed?” She asked.

Jihyo tilted her head back, resting fully against Jeongyeon’s front.

“You don’t even have work tomorrow.”

“I wanted to get some work done around the house.” Jeongyeon grunted.

Jihyo hummed.

“Can it wait a day?”

Jeongyeon huffed through her nose, pressing a kiss to the side of Jihyo’s head.

“Do you need a day?”

Whenever Jihyo had an exceptionally bad shift, she always needed a period of decompression. And usually that decompression consisted of laying around with her girls, watching mindless dramas or reality tv, and lots of kisses. And sex, too. But mainly the first three.

“I need a day.” Jihyo replied.

“You can take as much time as you need, Ji.” Nayeon said as she scooted herself closer. “I know how much you cared about her.”

Jihyo sighed, but smiled sadly. Her thoughts were racing still. It felt like an open wound directly on the center of her heart- everything kept bothering it. There was so much she wished she could’ve said or done. She didn’t even get to say goodbye.

“I love you both.” Was all Jihyo could say before the tears came back again.

———

None of them spoke anymore that night. They didn’t really need to. Jeongyeon helped Nayeon get up from the couch, her arm secured around her wife’s waist as she led her back to their bedroom. Jihyo followed behind them, sneaking off into to master bathroom after giving them both one last kiss.

She needed a shower- needed to wash the hospital smell out of her hair, to get the days of built up sweat off of her skin. She did her best to not think about it anymore- tried to focus on the things she could be doing instead, on what she had right in front of her. Her therapist told her she tended to dwell on the “what ifs”, which always blinded her from the “right nows”. And right then, she was home, safe. Surrounded by love.

She was so damn lucky to have them- to be loved by them. They saved her life, and she saved theirs. That’s how they worked. That’s how they would always work.

After she finished blowdrying her hair, too exhausted to do her sacred skincare routine, she slinked out of the bathroom. Nayeon was already asleep again- snoring loudly. Next to her, Jeongyeon was still looking at her phone. As soon as Jihyo got into her pajamas, she leaned over and turned the bedside lamp off. Jihyo crawled in between the two of them, doing her best to not jostle Nayeon, who just shifted slightly, her arm instinctively throwing itself over Jihyo’s waist in her sleep.

Jeongyeon adjusted herself so that Jihyo was resting her head on her chest, like always. Jeongyeon was warm- she got so warm when the three of them slept together that eventually she just opted to sleep in boxers and nothing else- but Jihyo needed it. Her body shivered a bit, still adjusting to the temperature shift from the bathroom. Somehow, Nayeon wiggled even closer to her, her arm getting even tighter as she was still snoring.

No matter what happened, Jeongyeon and Nayeon always kept Jihyo tied down, grounded. No matter how high up she floated, they always managed to pull her back in. They had a gravitational pull all of their own- the sun, moon, and stars all in one bed together.

“Love you.” Jihyo muttered, her eyes finally closing easily for the first time in days.

“Love you too. Always will.” Jeongyeon answered.

It didn’t take long at all for both of them to fall asleep.

———

The next time Jihyo worked at that hospital, the head nurse, Dahyun, stopped her.

“Hey, Jihyo. Someone came by and left this letter for you a few days ago.” She said, handing an envelope to her.

Jihyo raised her eyebrows, examining it. It was a yellow envelope, her name written on the front. It was held closed with a sticker of the smiling cat emoji. She thanked Dahyun as she folded it in half and placed it in one of the pockets of her scrubs, heading off to help another patient.

When she got to her lunch break, she finally got to check it. She sat in her car, her lunchbox out on the seat beside her. Inside, Nayeon had made sure to pack all of her favorites to last her for the few days she was gone, along with her usual handwritten note wishing her good luck (which was Jihyo’s favorite part of lunchtime). She picked out one of the sandwiches and a bag of chips before closing the bag back up.

She reached inside her pocket and pulled the envelope out. Jihyo carefully opened it, doing her best to not rip the cat sticker, taking out the letter that was inside. It was written on notebook paper in blue ink- the page covered in other tiny, scribbled drawings of cats. The handwriting was a bit messy, but still somehow neat- extremely unique. When she noticed the name at the top, Jihyo smiled.

Ms. Park,

This is Shin Ryujin. I’m not sure if you’ll remember me, but you took care of my girlfriend, Hwang Yeji, up until she passed. I wanted to write you this letter as a way of saying thank you. You helped her through some really hard times, without even knowing. Her parents weren’t really happy about us being together. Of course, they wouldn’t leave her, but they scolded me and her a lot. It sucked to have that on top of everything else.

But what didn’t suck was when you were there. You were a really good shoulder for her to lean on. She was always so happy telling me about you and your partners (wives? I hope you guys get married or something). You helped her accept a lot of herself. That helped me accept a lot of myself, too.

She wanted to be a nurse, just like you. She wanted to open her own hospital, eventually. All she ever thought about was helping others, no matter how sick she got. She even still tried to give blood when we did blood drives at school for her. She was the sweetest girl I had ever met. I think I’ll love her until the day I die. I hope you feel that way about your girls, too.

Even though there was nothing that could be done to prevent what happened, you really saved her life. You saved mine, too. Please, keep doing what you do. You really were a lifeline for two clueless lesbians, haha. Hopefully you’ll help more in the future. In fact, I know you will.

Thank you for everything. I can only hope to meet you again in the future. I’ll never forget you. I hope you never forget us.

- Shin Ryujin

P.S. We won the championship! Thank you for the well wishes. Yeji passed a few days after. I told her I’d win for her- and I did.

I think I’ll keep doing everything for her.

Attached to the letter was a picture of them. It was a selfie- Ryujin holding the phone up while Yeji smiled that same brilliant smile that Jihyo always knew. She was bundled up in a jacket, sweater, and a beanie, while Ryujin only had on a sweatshirt. They were at the beach- the ocean waves crashing onto the shore behind them. The bottom of the photo had a date written- February. Yeji had passed in late April.

It was a lot for Jihyo to read, to take in. She felt a pit form in her stomach- a black hole that would open up and swallow her. She set the letter and photo down, taking a deep breath to steady herself. She looked out at the side of the hospital building- trying to count the bricks on the side of the wall, trying to give herself something to keep her grounded.

It really wasn’t enough. She needed something stronger, needed her gravitational pull- she needed her universe.

Jihyo immediately pulled her phone out and called Jeongyeon. Really, her number was off limits except for emergencies. But she figured she would let this one slide. She quickly found Jeongyeon’s contact and pressed the call button.

The line rang a few times before someone picked up. Jihyo was met with the clear sounds of a jackhammer whirring in the background, along with men yelling at one another. And then there was Jeongyeon’s laugh.

“Mind your business- Seriously, Changbin. Get back to work- I’m your boss. I can do what I want. Shut up.” Jeongyeon yelled- clearly, one of her guys was up her ass about her taking a phone call.

After a few more moments of bickering over the sounds of heavy machinery, Jihyo listened as a door slammed- all the noises cutting out in an instant. She smiled when Jeongyeon huffed.

“This better be good, Park Jihyo.” She said, annoyed. But that act faded immediately, like it always did. “Are you okay?”

“Yah, Jeongyeon. I’m pregnant. It’s yours.” Jihyo said, grinning as she took a bite of her sandwich.

“I’m finally gonna be a dad?” Jeongyeon asked in that stupid, playful voice of hers, feigning excitement.

“Seems like it. Was daddy just not good enough for you?”

“Oh that’s never enough, baby. Need to actually get you-“

“Oh my god, Jeongyeon- shut up.” Jihyo said, cutting off the older woman, nearly choking on her food. “You’re so- god you can’t even- you’re disgusting!”

Jihyo sputtered over her words as she coughed. Jeongyeon just laughed. Typical.

“God- are you busy?” Jihyo asked once she was able to breathe.

“I’m at work, Hyo. Yes.”

“Well do you have a second?”

“For you.” Jeongyeon sighed. Jihyo could hear her smile through the phone. “What’s wrong? You never call at this time. Did something happen?”

“Well, no. But yes.” Jihyo answered, setting her food down to tap at her phone. “Wait. Let me add Nayeon- I need you both here for this.”

Jeongyeon hummed. Jihyo started the three-way call, the line ringing a few times before Nayeon picked up.

“Hi baby!” She said cheerfully. “Oh wait, you’re both here- did something happen? You never call at work.”

Despite their obvious differences, Jihyo thought it was almost comical how similar Jeongyeon and Nayeon were. Jihyo sighed, smiling down at the call screen.

“I got a letter today. I wanted you both to hear it.”

So, Jihyo read it out to them. By the end of the second read, she was fighting back her tears again. When she told them about the picture, it was nearly impossible to speak without her voice cracking.

It was the estrogen- had to be that. She just took her shot yesterday. That’s what she told herself. That’s why everything felt so heavy, why her voice fluttered between octaves, a bird angrily trying to claw its way out of a cage. The typical symptoms of second puberty- of womanhood.

Jeongyeon and Nayeon were both silent. A few moments passed before there was a sniffle on Jeongyeon’s end.

“Hyo, oh my god.”

Jihyo couldn’t hold back then. She grit her teeth, leaning back into her seat, her body trembling as she gripped her phone- trying to hold back the sobs. She gasped for air without meaning to. She wished she was home, wished she was between her sun and moon.

“You saved her life, Jihyo.” Nayeon whispered.

In Jihyo’s mind, all she saw was the night they met. She had never even been to a gay bar before- but she was down on her luck, needed to have a good time. She still felt like she was pretending, felt like she was dressing up as the idea of a woman. She needed to be around people like her. She had been taking her shots for a month then- living in her car as she traveled from hospital to hospital, praying her patients and coworkers would just be decent. Decency was found few and far between back then.

She was just about to call it a night when a couple came up to her. They asked for her name, asked if she lived in town- said they’d remember seeing a pretty face like hers. When she explained she was just in for a few days before she took off on call again, they asked if she’d like to go home with them- to stay for the night, to have some fun. And how could Jihyo deny the most gorgeous butch and femme she had ever seen of anything, especially after they bought her a drink and showered her in compliments. And then the one night stay turned into a permanent residence, into stability. Decency turned into real, genuine love.

A whole ocean of people were in that bar that night, but somehow the tides pulled them towards each other. She wasn’t even trying to be seen- wanted to let the waves just take her where they felt. But every day she thanks whatever divine being blessed her with the lifeboat that was Yoo Jeongyeon and Im Nayeon, how they pulled her on board and allowed her a spot in their crew. She had her life saved. And more importantly, she got to keep doing the same for others because of it.

“E-Even if she didn’t make it, you saved her.” Nayeon said, clearly choked up on her own tears. “Both of them.”

Jihyo nodded. She had finally calmed down. She stared at the half eaten sandwich, sitting haphazardly in her lap.

“I saw so much of myself in her.” She muttered. “I saw so much of us in both of them. She deserved so much more than she got. Both of them did.”

There was a moment of silence again. The black hole in the pit of Jihyo’s stomach was gone.

“You’re really amazing, Jihyo.” Jeongyeon said, her voice distant. “I don’t even have the words.”

Jihyo let out a huff, smiling. She could feel the floorboard of her car underneath her feet, registered the texture of her shirt as she brushed some breadcrumbs away. Back down on earth.

“You two are biased.”

Both of them made noises of protest, which crackled over the speakers of her phone.

“So what if I am?” Nayeon asked. “You’re one of the most selfless people on this planet. I’m lucky to have you- Jeongyeon and I both are.”

“I will say it until my last breath and mean it every single time-” Jeongyeon cut in. “You are amazing, Park Jihyo. God. You are a life saver- literally.”

Jihyo leaned back in her seat, finally taking another bite of her sandwich. There was no point in arguing with them- that’s how it always was. But their words helped her feel real again. She felt like a human being by their sides.

“Fine. Whatever you say.”

“We wouldn’t say it if it wasn’t true, and you know that.” Nayeon said softly.

Jihyo smiled, her face still wet from her tears. Her speakers vibrated when Jeongyeon chuckled, sniffling again.

“God- you call me at work and make me cry. The guys will never let me live this one down.”

Jihyo rolled her eyes, wiping up the last remnants of her emotions with the sleeve of her undershirt.

“So what? They’ll never understand what it’s like to be a woman. Not like we do, anyways.”

Nayeon hummed in agreement, her sweet, bunny-toothed smile clear as day over the phone. Jihyo wished she could see it. Jeongyeon laughed- that bubbly, staggered laugh that Jihyo absolutely adored.

“You’re damn right they won’t.” Jeongyeon said firmly.

———

From that day forward, Jihyo kept the letter and picture in her glovebox. She got over it the best she could- she had to. She knew better than to dwell on it for too long, to spend too much time thinking about the “what ifs”.

But when she was having an exceptionally rough shift, she looked at them. When she was mentally beating herself to a pulp, telling herself how she needed to be better, she thought about them. When she broke herself down to her barest, most raw essentials, examining every part of herself thoroughly before putting it all back together, she reminded herself that there was a point. She had to keep going. If not for herself, for other people. She had people to help, lives to save.

If Ryujin could keep going, she could, too. She had someone to fight for- and so did Jihyo. She had two people.

She was back home, snuggled inbetween Jeongyeon and Nayeon in their bed that was so clearly not made to fit all three of them. Her back was pressed as close as it ever could be to Jeongyeon’s front as Nayeon kissed her, their noses bumping into one another from the weird angle. It made Jihyo giggle, made Nayeon smile even harder. Jeongyeon pressed a kiss to the back of Jihyo’s head.

“Would you two love birds cut it out so I can sleep?” She mumbled, her voice muffled by Jihyo’s hair.

“You’re off tomorrow.” Nayeon said bluntly between more kisses.

Jeongyeon groaned. “I have to get the light on the porch fixed.”

Jihyo eyed Nayeon, who gave her one last kiss, before shifting so that she faced Jeongyeon. Nayeon’s arms replaced Jeongyeon’s easily, finding their usual spot at Jihyo’s waist.

“It’s not that hard to change a lightbulb, baby.” Jihyo whispered as she took Jeongyeon’s face in her hands, her thumbs circling the apples of her cheeks. “I think you’re just getting worn out.”

Jeongyeon rolled her eyes, pursing her lips into that signature annoyed smile she always did.

“It’s because of you two.”

Jihyo smirked, Nayeon made an annoyed sound somewhere behind her. She pulled Jeongyeon in for a kiss- deep, but soft. Their lips moved the same way they always had, always would. When Jihyo felt Jeongyeon’s tongue swipe against her lower lip, she shifted again- sitting up to straddle the older woman’s hips, her hands finding her bare chest- never breaking their kiss. Of course, Jeongyeon was already shirtless, heat radiating off of her tanned skin from how closely the three of them were pressed together. Nayeon moved closer, clinging to her wife, her mouth finding its way to Jeongyeon’s collarbone. When Jeongyeon whimpered, Jihyo finally pulled away.

“You love it though, really.” She said, smirking. Her grip tightened, earning another small sound of need.

The sight of Jeongyeon underneath her, of Nayeon holding onto her as if she’d slip away would never fail to make Jihyo feel like she was in heaven. The way their bodies moved together, how natural it all felt- Jihyo was the luckiest person in the entire world. Her whole universe squeezed onto a king sized mattress; the sun, moon, and stars all contained in three tired, old dykes.

Jihyo rolled her eyes. Nayeon pressed a kiss to Jeongyeon’s cheek. Jeongyeon just smiled.

“I do.”

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Jihyo stepped down from the ladder, wiping the sweat off her brow that had formed in the brief time it took for her to switch out the old lightbulb on the porch. It was the dead of summer now- the sun baring down its rays angrily, warming everything up to what felt like a boiling point.

Beside her, Nayeon sat in one of the chairs, in sunglasses with her favorite sundress on, three glasses of fresh lemonade on the table next to her. Her legs were propped up on the wicker footrest they bought after her accident. A random piece of white wood furniture among all the black metal. It didn’t match the set, but it worked. Jihyo always thought it was funny that she could relate to a footrest.

“She’s still got it in her, doesn’t she?” Nayeon asked, referring to their third half.

Jihyo turned, watching as Jeongyeon fought to turn their push mower on. She gave the chord a few more good pulls, trying her damnedest to get it started. That thing had been giving her hell for the past few weeks- it was on its last leg, needed to be replaced the moment they got it. But the three of them were stubborn, wanted to get their money’s worth out of the 20 year old hunk of metal that they bought used at a garage sale. All ₩40,000 worth.

“I’m more so concerned about why you feel the need to babysit.” Jihyo said, sitting down in the chair beside Nayeon’s.

She took a good look at Nayeon- at the way her bottom lip poked out, pouting as she judged her wife. She pushed her sunglasses up on her head, revealing those beautiful, round eyes. Her face scrunched from the sunlight, her nose crinkling. Jihyo thought she was the prettiest person to have ever existed.

“There’s a masc shortage, sweetheart.” Nayeon said, shifting to get her glass of lemonade off the table. She took a sip. “I can’t have anyone trying to steal her from us.”

Jihyo chuckled. She watched as Jeongyeon finally gave up, letting out an annoyed groan as she kicked the side of the lawnmower. As if by magic, the machine whirred to life. Jeongyeon let out her excited squawks, jumping around it in a circle with her arms up before turning to look up at them on the porch, a giant grin plastered on her face, adorned by those beautiful crescent moon eyes.

Jihyo waved, smiling back. Nayeon clapped beside her, cheering. Jeongyeon took a bow before adjusting herself and cheerfully flexing her biceps- putting on a show for her two favorite girls, as always. Nayeon whistled, and Jihyo rolled her eyes, laughing. She looked like an idiot. Jihyo loved her more than words would ever describe.

“I don’t think anyone besides us wants her that badly, Nay.” Jihyo huffed out, taking a sip of her drink.

“I’d sure hope so.” Nayeon said, looking over at her. “I’m selfish. No one deserves her more than we do. I don’t wanna share.”

Jihyo shared the same sentiment, but didn’t say it. She sat back on her seat, watching as Jeongyeon finally got to mowing the grass- sweat already ruining the muscle shirt that clung to her torso. She glanced over at Nayeon again, who was smiling so brightly, laughing as she watched Jeongyeon do her best to maneuver that piece of junk around the front yard, pulling her sunglasses back down over her eyes.

These were her people. They were her reason for existing, for continuing to exist. They made life seem so simple- so perfect. She had something to fight for that was real, tangible. She was so lucky to have this, to have them. To have them share themselves with her, to lay everything about themselves out on the table for her. Over and over, they shared everything. Jihyo never knew she could have this much love for more than one person- she never knew soulmates could be a trio until she met them.

“I’m gonna go get dinner started. Wanted to make kimchi stew for you.” Nayeon said. “Help me up?”

Jihyo set her drink down. Wordlessly she got up, going over to Nayeon’s side, taking her empty cup from her. She lifted Nayeon’s ankles up and off the footrest, gently setting her feet down on the ground. She moved to wrap her arm around Nayeon’s waist, counted to three, waited for Nayeon’s approval, before hoisting her up. They stood there for a moment, ignoring the heat, pressed as close together as they possibly could be.

“Thank you, baby.” Nayeon said softly, pulling Jihyo in for a kiss.

“It’s not a problem, Nay. You know that.” Jihyo said, smiling as Nayeon pulled away.

“I know.” Nayeon whispered, tapping Jihyo’s cheek a few times with her fingers. “But can’t a girl say thank you to her emotional support futch every once in a while?”

Jihyo snorted.

“I guess she can. Especially when you say it so sweetly.”

She helped Nayeon get inside along with their empty cups, her arm never leaving the older woman’s waist until they made it to the kitchen. Nayeon insisted she could handle it from there. And really, Jihyo knew she could, but the worry would never leave. She had come a long way since the accident- her body bounced back shockingly well. She just needed a little help getting started still, and Jihyo was more than happy to provide it.

After a few more kisses and some filthy comments about what they’d be doing later from Nayeon, Jihyo went back out to check on Jeongyeon. The lawnmower had finally given out, but thankfully Jeongyeon had just finished the yard. She was sitting on the steps, slamming the glass of lemonade that Nayeon had left behind for her.

“You good, Jeong?” Jihyo asked, her arms crossed as she stood behind her.

Jeongyeon finished the glass, grinning from ear to ear as she tilted her head back to look up at Jihyo.

“Never been better, Hyo.”

Jihyo rolled her eyes and helped pull her up. Jeongyeon stretched her arms out, her back cracking loudly. It made both of them laugh. Jeongyeon took the opportunity to pull Jihyo into one of her bear hugs.

“God- Jeongyeon- you’re so sweaty.” Jihyo protested. Her arms wrapped right around Jeongyeon’s waist, her head finding its spot on her shoulder. “Get off of me.”

“You love it though. Can’t get enough of it.” Jeongyeon teased, pressing a kiss to Jihyo’s temple.

“Shut up.” Jihyo hissed, finally pulling away. “Go take a shower.”

Jihyo went back into the house and Jeongyeon followed her. While Jihyo stopped to take her shoes off, Jeongyeon got right behind her, landing a smack on her ass and causing her to yelp.

“C’mon baby. You wouldn’t be complaining about it if I took you right here- you love it that much.” Jeongyeon said, smirking mischievously before running off, back to their bedroom.

“Shut up!” Jihyo yelled, regaining her balance. “Oh my god. You and Nayeon are so nasty! No decorum around here.”

“Wouldn’t be fun if we had any, and you know it.” Nayeon said, peeking her head out from the kitchen. She had her usual grin on her face.

Jihyo rolled her eyes. She walked back to the kitchen and rejoined her partner, helping Nayeon prep the ingredients for the stew. After a bit, Jeongyeon finally came back down- freshly showered, her short, wet hair messy from where she lazily towel dried it. As Jihyo was cutting up pieces of tofu, she watched Jeongyeon walk up behind Nayeon, her arms wrapping around her waist.

Jihyo smiled at the sight of the two of them. Nayeon smiled, leaning back against her wife, whispering something up to her that Jihyo couldn’t quite catch. Jeongyeon just chuckled, her nose pressing into Nayeon’s hair.

She couldn’t help but think about them again- about the life they could’ve had together. She couldn’t help but see a future for them every time she passed by that hospital room. The way Yeji would speak and Ryujin would just listen, smiling. How Ryujin would hold Yeji’s hand the entire time. They deserved something good more than anyone else. She was happy they had each other until the end.

She could only hope to have a love like that. Well, she didn’t really need to hope for it- she had it. It was already right in front of her, their force of gravity pulling her in over and over again.

[neoswift]

LABYRINTH

— mapapasabi ka na lang talaga ng “uh oh, i’m falling in love”.

PAIRING. haechan x fem!oc

CATEGORY. filo social media au, crack, fluff, slight angst, college au, friends to lovers, mutual pining, dentistry student!haechan, dentistry student!oc

WARNINGS. language

SUMMARY. hyuck and via have been in the same friend group for years, pero dahil sa dalang nila mag-interact, everyone thinks they don’t like each other. siguro ‘di lang talaga sila close… right?

NOTE. yes ik mabagal na ko mag update at may on going pa ko pero shet i really needed to write this HAHSHAHA ignore timestamps unless stated otherwise! lmk if you want to be added to the taglist by sending an ask or a dm! baka mabagal din updates nito pasensya na agad 😭😭✋🏼

STATUS. on going

PLAYLIST. i. labyrinth - taylor swift, ii. snow on the beach - taylor swift ft. lana del ray, iii. sweet nothing - taylor swift, iv. paris - taylor swift, v. paper rings - taylor swift.

— extended playlist!

PARTS!

accounts. 01. 02. 03. 04. 05. 06. 07. 08. 09. 10.

11. 12. 13. 14. 15. 16. 17. 18. 19. 20. 20.5. 21. 22.

23. 24. 25. 26. 27. 28. 29. 30.

background + additional info!

hyuck and via are dentistry students

third year college silang lahat sa friend group and they’re all studying in neo university

they have all been friends since high school, pero si via at hyuck lang ang hindi close (or at least that’s what their friends think)

established renmin and ryeji!

TAGLIST. open!

[alcoholfreenayeon]

ITZY

Fluff Smut Angst

OT5

Yeji

Girlfriend HCs

Love is

Lia

Girlfriend HCs

Ryujin

Girlfriend HCs

Chaeryoung

Girlfriend HCs

Yuna

Ships

Ryeji:

Be in love

[masterfvck]

Introduction post

Who am I?

I don't know either if I'm being honest... Okay okay. My name is Sharpie, and I'm a Kpop NSFW writer. I mostly write smut, yes, but I also write fluff and angst and all other kinds of stuff. I pretty much only write GxG stuff, but I do write G!P!! Often. I occasionally write for NCT(all units) but I am quite new to them 😅 it's the only BG I will write... For now.

I use She/Her pronouns and I am a big dumb useless Sapphic. I love women.

Requests

Am I open to requests? Yeah. All the time!!

I can write blurbs, whole fanfics, small or big oneshots, headcanons... Anything.

Just ask me 😋 Don't be afraid to be specific, I love when it's specific 🙏🙏

Blacklisted things

I will not write smut about minors in any way. Keep in mind, these are real people.

No !nc3st. Again, real people. It's weird. Also I have bad experiences with this concept, so it makes me ick

No watersports or scat, just not my thing yk?

Main pairings

Okay so main pairings are the ones who I mostly write for. I will not do minor x adult unless there's like only a 1/2/3 year age gap. But no smut!!

I will write about other ships as well, so you can request other things obviously 😀 I also can do Idol/Reader 🙏

(G)I-DLE

Minqi(Yuqi/Minnie)

2yeon(Soyeon/Miyeon

Sooshu(Soojin/Shuhua)

Stayc

Isayoon(Isa/Yoon)

TWICE

Satzu(Sana/Tzuyu)

Sahyo(Sana/Jihyo)

Dubchaeng(Dahyun/Chaeyoung)

Michaeng(Mina/Chaeyoung)

Dahmo(Dahyun/Momo)

What's Nayeon and Sana's ship name...

Motzu(Momo/Tzuyu)

3mix(Jeongyeon/Jihyo/Nayeon)

AESPA

Ningselle(Ningning/Giselle)

Jiminjeong(Karina/Winter)

Winning(Winter/Ningning)

LE SSERAFIM

Summerz(Chaewon/Kazuha)

Purinz(Yunjin/Chaewon)

Petalz(Kazuha/Sakura)

Hotcoolz(Yunjin/Sakura)

IZ*ONE

Chaekkura(Chaeyeon/Sakura)

Jinjoo(Yujin/Minju)

Yenyul(Yena/Yuri)

Ssamyul(Chaewon/Yuri)

Annyeongz(Yujin/Wonyoung)

Wonnako(Wonyoung/Nako)

Kangbi(Hyewon/Eunbi)

Woolimz(Chaewon/Eunbi)

Newjeans

Note: I only write smut for Hanni and Minji

Bbangsaz(Minji/Hanni)

What's the name for Haerin/Hyein 😢

Danielle/Minji. I know only Catnipz, Bbangsaz and Kittyz for names 💔

Blackpink

Chaennie(Rosé/Jennie)

Chaelisa(Rosé/Lisa)

IVE

Sentimentals(Gaeul/Rei)

2kim(Gaeul/Liz)

Lizrei(Liz/Rei)

Annyeongz(Wonyoung/Yujin)

LOONA

Yvesoul(Yves/Jinsoul)

Lipsoul(Jinsoul/Kim Lip)

Chuuves(Chuu/Yves)

Chuusoul(Chuu/Jinsoul)

Vives(Vivi/Yves)

Mamamoo

Wheebyul(Wheein/Moonbyul)

Moonsun(Moonbyul/Solar)

Hwabyul(Hwasa/Moonbyul)

Wheesun(Wheein/Solar)

ITZY

Chaerji(Chaeryeong/Yeji)

Yuchae(Yuna/Chaeryeong)

Ryuryeong(Ryujin/Chaeryeong)

Ryeji(Ryujin/Yeji)

2Shin(Yuna/Ryujin)

Jinlia(Ryujin/Lia)

YeNa(Yeji/Yuna)

NCT(all units included)

Dotae(Doyoung/Taeyong)

Yuwin(Yuta/Winwin)

Kunwin(Kun/Winwin)

Kunten(Kun/Ten)

Johnmark(Johnny/Mark)

Haeil(Haechan/Taeil)

Winyang(Winwin/Yangyang)

Crossover ships

Jenzuha(Jennie/Kazuha(BP, LSRF))

Chaejeong?? Winwon??(Chaewon/Winter(AESPA, IZ/LSRF)

Ryurina(Ryujin/Karina(ITZY, AESPA))

Ryuwinrina(Ryujin/Karina/Winter(ITZY, AESPA))

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Okay bye. That's all I have to say

[snowddeong]

Ryeji Day Poll (MAY 5TH)

[lilacssouls]

I'll Love You For Infinity...

group: itzy

pairing: Ryujin x Yeji

genre: soulmate!au, fluff, angst.. a little bit of everything, but mostly angst. Get some tissue.

contents/warning: high school!au, ennemies to friends (kinda) to lovers and you'll see at the end how it will end, communication problem for both actually, traumas too.

warnings: none for now, I'll put some in the next chapters if needed.

synopsis: Soulmate universe where you can hear your soulmate's thoughts without knowing who they are. The closer you get to them, the clearer are the thoughts and the bigger are the chances for you to find who your soulmate is. But what happened when one is ready to give her all for love but the other isn't ?

a/n: Hello everyone. I wanted to post this on Archives Of Our Own first, but apparently I can't for now- So instead I'll just post my little fic here for you all to enjoy. Feel free to comment on it or not !!

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INTRODUCTION

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╰► ﹏ Yeji’s POV

She had to live with thoughts that weren’t hers for a month now.. she couldn’t clearly hear the voice of the person they belong to. But she knew who it was supposed to be for her, and she didn’t like it. That whole soulmate thing, she didn’t like it one bit. She didn’t believe in it at all in fact, yet she was the first one in her group of friends to have her soulmate already linked to her. All of them were the kind of hidden not so hidden big romantic person who just wanted to find the one that will love them for the rest of their lives. But not her. Because to her, it couldn’t exist.

“ Yeji…” whispered Lia, giving her a small slap on her arm to try to get her attention. “Yeji ! You’re doing it again !” She said a little louder between her clenched teeth to remain as discreet as possible.

Yeji finally came out of her trance, not realizing that she had just spent ten minutes staring into nothingness to finally notice the poor teacher who had been calling her all this time.

“I’m.. I’m sorry… Kind of were absorbed elsewhere.” She simply answered to him, who was visibly offended that she didn’t even paid attention to his question once again.

He had finally settled and decided to choose another student, giving the young woman a disdainful look as a silent promise that he would keep an eye on her from now on. It wasn’t the first time. She kept zoning out more and more each time. Because these thoughts began to take more and more space into her head, just like this mysterious person. She had to admit that really wanted to know their name. She knew it was a woman for sure, since she wasn’t interested in men at all. But it didn’t help at all. All she knew is that the thoughts would become clearer each time she seemed to get close to that girl, but there was too many in that school to be able to try to recognize her.

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╰► ﹏ Ryujin’s POV

Why so much hatred, oh my god.. She thought as she could “hear” her soulmate’s thought about her. Well… It was really about her, but about this whole soulmate thing.. And about the fact that apparently Ryujin’s thoughts were bothering her future lover. Calm down, I’m trying my best, get some vervain or something.

Class finally ended, she hated math and she couldn’t understand how her best friend Chaeryeong could love it so much. She spent so much time trying to help her understand, but nothing worked.. she just sucks at math.

“It’s not even that hard, you’re just not trying to understand !” She said, Ryeong sounded more offended that her friend couldn’t understand something that seemed so simple her than Ryujin was hearing her best friend implying that she was trying as hard as she could.

“ Why would I try to understand the need to put letters and numbers together ? How can you even calculate a fucking letter ?! ” Ryujin sounded more confused than anything else by her own words. She just couldn’t get it.

But then, she stopped talking and listening as her own name came into her head, but it wasn’t from herself.. She who couldn’t be named YET said her name… or thought about it, or her. She didn’t pay much attention to it so she couldn’t tell the context in which her name appeared. But she knew she wasn’t crazy. “Oh my fucking god Ryeong… Ryeong I heard my name in my head !!”

She didn’t realize yet that what she just said could sound stupid and weird since it made so much sense to her, until she saw the look on Chaeryeong’s face.

“No I mean… The voice, in my head.. it said my name !” Ah shit… it’s worse… “Soulmate ! Soulmate said me’s name !! My name soulmate said !”

There, weirdly she finally understood with that. “ Oh !!! And what did she say ?!” Asked her friend, just as excited as Ryujin was.

“How can you know it’s a she ? It could be a he !”

Chaeryeong then looked at her as if she just said the most unfunny joke ever. She knew that look very well actually; she saw it often. “Come on Jinie… You’re as gay as a penguin. Now answer !”

First, she was offended. But then, confused since she didn’t have any answers to give to her friend. Once again, she didn’t pay attention to the conversation happening in her head, as strange as it may sound. “I… I don’t know I wasn’t listening..”

[ddeongies]

🌼 is back to yap about unfinished business 😁 first of all, i am a sucker for fics based on the entertainment industry bc it gives the characters more room to work around vs the strict nature of pure idol industry. phew the tension is so thick and we don't even know the extent of their baggages 😮‍💨 yeji is so hot here. toxic yeji wow that's a first! i want to say use ur mouth and resolve ur past but that's hard and requires a lot of hurting and going thru the past so yes let's use ur mouth for other purposes aka kissing ur ex (?) i'm excited for this!!! such a contrast from nmau and thank u for that! i trust the angst with a happy ending tag. let the toxic spicy juicy ryeji unfold!

hello my flowery friend! yes please yap away yapping is my love language :)

yeah i feel like if you're writing specifically about the idol industry that's a very specific reality (also there are story reasons for them being in entertainment but not being idols 😉)

my goal with every fic is to make yeji hot (which shouldn't be hard bc actual yeji is the hottest person in the world), so i'm glad it's working with this one too!!

and yeah, we really don't see toxic yeji a lot! but i feel like there's so much potential there (and i swear there's nuance to it that we'll see starting in chapter 2) and also it's so hot. she really did choose to use her mouth for one thing and that thing definitely wasn't having a mature conversation LOL

it's been really funny writing both nmau and unfinished business at the same time like sometimes i hop back and forth between docs and between very different ryejis and it gives me some whiplash :P

[hwangyeddeongie]

finally got to starting chapter 11 of hg au I AM OUT OF THE TRENCHES

[continueeclipse]

House of Cards ━☽ LOOΠΔ [Lipsoul] ━━♡ slowburn ━━♤ modern/college AU ━━♢ childhood friends to lovers ━━♧ AO3 [23 chapters | 180k words | COMPLETE]

[moguridragon]

Heya I love your writing! can I request an Itzy fic where Yeji falls during a performance and gets hurt but hides it from the members. Ryujin notices it later in the dorm and is worried but upset that yeji hid it

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It wasn’t a bad fall, but it was certainly enough to catch a lot of unwanted attention. Yeji had lost her footing and really she didn’t think it wasn’t that bad. She was running off the pure rush of just getting through the performance stage and not letting the fans down. She knew how much they had been waiting for this day and wanted to make it worthwhile. 

By the time the stage was over, she ignored the pain in her ankle, choosing to believe that it was just a small pull rather than fussing over it. She quickly changed, keeping tabs on her members before they were allowed to leave. 

It had been a very long time since they had done anything to the fullest extent. They were very much used to covid rules and everyone staying home as much as possible. Now that the world was slowly returning to normal, they were greeted with fans, cameras, everything. Things they were used to before. 

Yeji continued to ignore the pain in her ankle, focusing on the fans instead. She waved, smiled, and even took a few small letters after getting the okay. By the time they made it back to the dorm, everyone had gone off doing their own things, everyone relaxing after a long day of promotions. 

The leader winced at the sudden sharp pain in her ankle, deciding to sit on her bed before moving more. She slid her sock down, seeing just how swollen it was getting now. She let out a breath, knowing it was going to be something that would hold her back. She couldn’t let that happen this soon. 

She did her best to hide her pain as she walked out of the room to the kitchen, making a quick ice pack for herself before hiding back in her room. 

Ryujin noticed how quiet the leader was and was unsure of everything. Usually, Yeji was the one to keep them going after promotion and now she was hiding away from everyone. She figured it must’ve been because she was tired, so she shook it off for a few moments. Until the nagging feeling in the back of her mind told her to go check. 

She walked into the bedroom, seeing the leader immediately throw a blanket over herself before being seen. Ryujin raised her eyebrow at the leader, watching her carefully. 

“What are you doing?” Ryujin frowned. 

“Hm?” Yeji watched her, afraid to even move at this point. 

“What are you doing?” She repeated the question, watching her friend shrugged her shoulders before looking down at her phone. 

“Just relaxing.” She muttered. “It was a long day.” 

“What are you hiding?” Ryujin continued to pester the older girl, watching as Yeji continued to deflect the question. She ended up grabbing the blanket, struggling with tugging it away as Yeji had a very tight grip on it. It wasn’t until she had nearly fallen over, grabbing the bed with a free hand, hearing the leader take in a sharp breath the second the hand made contact with her leg. 

Ryujin immediately pulled away, watching as Yeji had a pained look on her face. 

“Unnie… What happened?” Ryujin frowned. 

“I fell on stage… I ignored it and now it’s swollen and hurts a lot.” Yeji explained. She hated feeling like this. She hated expressing the pain she was feeling. She never wanted the girls to worry about her. Ever. 

Ryujin ended up leaving the room, a look of sadness on her face as she left. Yeji hated herself for saying anything. She knew that the girls would be upset with her. She was a little surprised to see the younger come back with a new ice pack and painkillers. 

“Here, it’ll help with pain and this will help with swelling,” Ryujin muttered, handing off the pain killers to the leader. 

Yeji took them without question, frowning at the younger that was now tending to her swollen ankle. 

“You’re upset,” Yeji whispered. 

“Because you hid it from us. Hid it from me.” Ryujin frowned as she placed the ice pack just so. “You should’ve told us immediately. We would’ve helped you.” She added.

“You know how I feel about that,” Yeji muttered. 

“At least me.” Ryujin sighed. “Promise me you won’t do it again?” She asked. 

“I promise,” Yeji whispered. 

“Good. Now let’s watch videos and relax.” 

[ryujindegrande]

Say Goodbye

"I'm not enough, I know, so let me go. It hurts to be half loved..."

Ryeji/ RyuRyeong

"B-Babe, uhh, I have to go somewhere..."

"At this hour? Babe, its midnight..."

"My staffs can't do the j-job on their own... They need my help in revising the papers..."

"Ah, really? Should I drop you off?"

"No need, Ryuddaeng, I can manage... I'll be quick, I promise..."

I forced a tight smile as Yeji gave me a kiss on the forehead, before she grabbed her coat and car keys and hurriedly leaving our unit.

I'm not dumb to not notice the lie she just made. Oh, dear Yeji, you've always been a bad liar. I smiled bitterly as I stared at the red dot blinking on my phone, drifting away from my location and heading towards the same place she always goes to.

"Yeji... Why do you hold on to me?..."

I couldn't stop the tears flowing out of my eyes as I stared at where she was. Was she with that girl, Choi Jisu, again?

Did she think I wouldn't find out about her infidelity? Have she forgotten that I know her just like the back of my hand?

Always the same lie.

Always the same smile.

Always the same kiss.

Yet your eyes no longer held the love it had for me.

I stood up from my seat and grabbed my car keys, leaving the house to finally end this torture. I followed the same path she always took, and saw where her car was parked.

It was in front of a large mansion. The whole time, my mind was blank. I got off my car and walked towards the large gates, pressing the doorbell.

"Please reveal your identity."

"Ryujin. I'm here to see my wife, Hwang Yeji."

A hard 'beep' was all I heard. I stayed there for an hour, standing still without anything in mind. The only thing I felt was the pain in my heart, and it was suffocating.

"R-Ryu? W-What are you doing here? How'd you know where I was?"

"Where is she?"

"Huh? Who?"

"Choi Jisu, the girl you've been running to all this time."

I held on a smile as we talked, but tears continued to fall down from my eyes. Yeji got out of the house and slowly walked towards me, her eyes shaking and darting around.

"B-Babe, what a-are you talking about? Who's that—"

"Bullshit! Did you think I wouldn't know?!"

I can no longer have a control over my body as my patience run thin. Was she going to lie in front of my face again?

"B-Babe"

"Yeji, please, just tell me the truth..."

"..."

"Let's end this, Yeji."

"N-No, babe, please listen to me, you don't understand."

"Hah, what is there to understand?! You have another woman!"

"Look, I love you, and I can't see my life without you—"

"Then why?! Who is she in your life?!"

"I... I— She's someone I cherish too..."

"Fuck... Hwang Yeji, are your hearing yourself?!"

I stared at her eyes and saw her inner battles. But I know, deep down inside her, she no longer needs me. I am no longer the woman in her heart.

"Babe, please, let's talk things out."

"No. We have to end this."

"Ryu—"

"Just let me go, Yeji! Stop hurting me! Please... let me go first, because I can never do that until then... Push me away, Yeji. Please..."

I whimpered out with a blurry vision, as my tears kept on pouring. My heart felt so heavy. I've never been this broken before.

"Ryu, no, just—"

"Hwang Yeji! Can't you see? You no longer love me! Stop hurting me like this!"

"I-I'm sorry..."

I wiped my tears and walked away from her, getting inside my car. I could hear her shouting for my name, yet I ignored her.

This is for the best, Yeji. Live free from now on, you're no longer chained by my love.

I stepped on the gas pedal some more as the view of a cliff became much more clearer.

This is for the best.

"Hwang Yeji, I... Love you..."

And my whole life flashed right through my eyes.

• Part 1 ends...

• Part 2 Starts...

"Doctor Shin! The patient is moving!"

I walked inside the room and saw the girl fluttering her eyes open, looking around with a confused look until her eyes landed on me.

"Where... Where am I?"

"Well, hello there, little one... Are you feeling okay?"

"My body hurts a little..."

"That's because, you got hurt. However, a hero came to save you!"

"H-Hero?"

"Yep, and she goes by the name 'Doctor Shin'."

"Doctor Shin, we finally found a lead of the kid's parents."

"Great, so are they on their way?"

"Yes, doc..."

I looked back at the kid after my conversation with the nurse, and saw her staring at me with twinkling eyes. How cute, she had cat-like eyes. I walked towards her bed and grabbed a chair to sit on.

"You're the hero who saved me?"

"That's right, I'm Doctor Shin. What's your name, kitten?"

"I'm Ji..."

"Well Ji, your family is on the way here, so don't worry okay?"

"Thank you, doctor Shin!"

I smiled and patted her head, standing up from my seat. Aigoo, what a cute kid. Just then, the door busted open and two people came in with a panicked look in their faces.

"Ji? Oh my gosh, baby, what happened to you?"

"Mom!"

It seems that the couple haven't notice my existence yet, so I watched as the kid conversed with her two mothers. One had feline eyes and the other had beautiful doll eyes. What a beautiful couple, no wonder the little girl looked good. Awwweeee, is that how Chaerry and I would look in the future?

"Doctor? Where's the doctor who saved yo—"

"Hey, I'm Doctor Shin, the attending doctor of Ji. She's already fine, a few scratches from the accident, but its nothing that a doctor can't heal."

"S-Shin Ryujin..."

I furrowed my eyebrows at how my full name rolled of her tongue. I stared at the cat-eyed lady, feeling a sense of familiarity washing over me. Do I know them?

"Excuse me, do I know you?"

"What... Y-You... You can't remember?"

"Honey— oops, I mean, Doctor Shin, the meeting is about to start."

Before anything could get more tense, my fiance arrived. I smiled at her and she instantly stood beside me, putting her arm on my waist. She's Lee Chaeryeong, and she's my fiancé.

"Is there something wrong, honey?"

"Oh, its just that, I think they know me, hon, but I can't remember them..."

"Ah, I'm sorry, my fiance got into an accident two years ago and after that, a part of her brain has shut off some of her memories. And because it was her brain's decision, there's no chance for her to regain her memory. Do you know her before? A friend, perhaps?"

"She's m—"

"Oh, we met her a few times before. But its fine, we're not that close before."

The doll-eyed lady smiled at me after she interrupted her wife's sentence, while the other lady gave me a look that I couldn't describe. But I ignored her indescribable stare.

"Ah, really? You got me worried, I thought you were very important people in my life before..."

I smiled at them, then checked the time on my watch. Shoot, the meeting's about to start for real.

"I would like to talk to you some more, but it seems that I have important matters to take care of. I'll see around, uhh..."

"I'm Jisu and this is my wife, Hwang Yeji."

"Alright, I'll see you around Mrs. Hwang... Come on, Honey, is Dad waiting?"

"Yeah, but you're not late tho..."

I gave the couple a warm smile for the last time, before Chaeryeong and I walked out of the room, hand in hand.

"Honey, those couple really looked familiar..."

"Maybe you really saw them often before, hon..."

"Maybe... I don't think they're that important to me tho..."

"Of course, I'm the most important one for you, right?"

I laughed at her cheesiness and pecked her lips. Gosh, I love her so much. I'm so lucky to have her in my life.

"I love you, Lee Chaeryeong..."

"I love you too, my soon-to-be Mrs. Lee Ryujin..."