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quiet afternoon crush (ch 4)

ryeji college au, idiots in love, slow burn, fluff & smut, yeji falls first ryujin falls harder | word count: 9.1k/????

It’s far from Yeji's first time seeing Ryujin doing the whole sexy, focused artist thing (it’s the only side of her she’d seen until recently after all), but this is different from what she’s used to. In Figure Drawing, she’s so tense, her brow furrowed, jaw tight. The vibe is hot, not gonna lie, but Yeji thinks she likes this side of Ryujin even more. Her eyes are as intense as they always are when she draws, but the rest of her face is so…calm. Her cheeks and facial muscles are loose and relaxed, her lips parted the smallest amount as her pencil scratches at the page.

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

quiet afternoon crush (ch 7) - play beautifully

ryeji college au, idiots in love, slow burn, fluff & smut, yeji falls first ryujin falls harder | word count: 24.1k/????

The game is almost over, and Yeji finally looks like she’s feeling it. Her breaths are coming heavy as she waits, and Ryujin can see how much she’s sweating even from a distance. Looking like her mind is completely elsewhere, Yeji grabs the bottom hem of her jersey and brings it up to her forehead to wipe away the sweat.  Ryujin has seen Yeji’s body before (obviously), but this feels different. Maybe it’s the way her skin, golden and toned, contrasts with the soft pink of her jersey. Maybe it’s how alive she looks. She’s not sitting still, bored out of her mind. She’s panting, the sheen of sweat making her glow, body singing with the way it’s being used, pushed, loved. Maybe it’s just— “Actually, you know what?” Chaeryeong muses aloud, “Maybe soccer isn’t so bad after all.”

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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.

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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?

quiet afternoon crush (ch 8) - the perfect plan

ryeji college au, idiots in love, slow burn, fluff & smut, yeji falls first ryujin falls harder | word count: 33.9k/????

Ryujin is curled up on the couch waiting, her face illuminated by her phone screen. She’s tied her hair up into a quick ponytail, and her oversized button down has slipped off one shoulder. Yeji stops in her tracks, entranced by the slope of Ryujin’s shoulder—interrupted only by the thin strap of her tank top—and the long line of her neck. She wonders how soft her skin is, wonders how it would feel to lean in, bite down. Would Ryujin gasp, sigh, push her away? Would she pull her closer? Yeji fists a hand in the front of her sweats. Her eyes rove across the line of Ryujin’s collarbone, up the column of her throat, lingering for a moment on her lips before continuing up up up. Their eyes meet. Ryujin’s are heavy, dark, and Yeji wonders how much her own gaze betrays, what desire might be lurking there. Because she feels it, a pool of heat that only grows as Ryujin continues to watch her.

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quiet afternoon crush (ch 9) - anatomy of a hookup

ryeji college au, idiots in love, slow burn, fluff & smut, yeji falls first ryujin falls harder | word count: 41.6k/????

Ryujin draws all the while, barely aware of the charcoal on the page. All she can think about is pressing a kiss to the swell of Yeji's hip, tracing a finger across the corner of her jaw. She remembers how dark Yeji’s eyes were when she didn’t kiss her in her apartment almost three weeks ago. She remembers the sheer athleticism of that goal she scored at the semifinals and the way Yeji had found her in the crowd before being slammed into a group hug by her team. She remembers the quiet certainty with which Yeji had looked at her when they were sitting together in the common room, thighs pressed together, the private intimacy of the moment despite the fact that they were surrounded by her friends. Ryujin realizes that she’s not sure she’ll be able to shake the image of Yeji’s naked body from her mind. Realizes that it’s going to be near impossible to spend time with Yeji without itching to do something. She had been content to play a long game, to see if something could happen between them naturally. But after Snow Ball? After this? She’s not so sure that’ll work.  

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sometimes (it's okay to act)

ITZY - Hwang Yeji/Shin Ryujin - 2035 words

It’s 7:54 AM when Ryujin steps out of the elevator and into the basement of the JYP Entertainment building. Baggy sweats, a loose hoodie, and a pair of worn-out sneakers play the role of her wardrobe for the morning. A well-loved canvas bag hangs over her right shoulder while the two iced coffees in her hands jostle with every step.

When she arrives at the door to the practice room, she pushes it open with her shoulder. Instantly, she’s greeted with the sound of squeaking soles and music. She wasn’t expecting anyone to be there yet – the first rehearsal coming out of a weekend usually meant everyone lagging behind for one reason or another, but it all made sense when she saw who it was.

As always, she finds herself instantly captivated by the sight of Yeji dancing. Her eyes trail down the orange locks pouring out of the black baseball cap adorning the taller girl’s head. A small intake of breath accompanies the bellybutton peeking out from beneath the edge of a frayed white shirt with every pop and lock. Following down a matching pair of sweats – Yeji had thought it’d be cute if the both of them owned the same pair – Ryujin’s eyes land on a pair of sneakers that are even more run-down than hers.

It reminds her of how far Yeji has come.

How far the both of them have.

It’s 8 years earlier and they’re in the same spot they are now – a hopeless Ryujin staring at a clueless Yeji from the safety of a doorway. She remembers the night her anxious fingers typed out dozens of introduction texts before finally settling on one. She remembers the day after, how one moment she was looking at Yeji and the next she had her arms wrapped around her. 

But mostly, she remembers everything after that. The gasp coming from the girl at the sudden embrace. The way Yeji tilted her head down to look at her and the way her lips curled and how readily she relaxed into the younger girl’s arms when she realized who she was.

Ryujin remembers her name falling from Yeji’s mouth a moment later.

She remembers how she started falling the second after that.

And then, in real time, she watches Yeji fall right in front of her.

It happens fast – Yeji’s foot hits the floor at a weird angle, sending her body careening down to the rigid surface below – all of it punctuated with a loud thud and a sharp groan.

“Yeji!”

Ryujin doesn’t remember running – she just knows that one second she was standing at the doorway and the next she was kneeling on the ground beside the other girl.

“Are you okay? Are you hurt?” She’s frantic. Words, eyes, and hands launch an uncoordinated assault to figure out what had just happened.

“I’m fine.” Yeji grimaces as she sits up. Her hand goes to rub her hip, the part of her that hit the floor first and hardest. There’s a moment when she’s just massaging her side, as if she doesn’t believe the words she had just uttered, but then she continues on. “It’s nothing, I just–” Her teeth clench and her mouth hisses as Ryujin’s hands reach for the traitorous foot that caused all this.

Ryujin’s eyes widen and the grip around Yeji’s foot loosens just so, making sure to stay secure enough as to not let it fall. “Is it your foot? Your ankle? Is it twisted?” She brings her face closer to inspect for any possible bruising or swelling.

“No,” Yeji shakes her head in response, though a frown is displayed prominently on her face. “It’s just that your hands are really cold and wet.”

Ryujin stops what she’s doing to look down at her. She looks at the two hands cradling Yeji’s foot. Then, she looks back to the iced coffees on the counter that she’s thankful she didn’t drop before rushing over.

Oh.

“Do you think you could help me up now?”

The words snap her attention back to what is going on – Yeji lying not-so-helplessly on the ground in front of her.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” She removes her clammy hands from Yeji’s foot and Ryujin can see her discomfort disappear before her very eyes. “I can probably find someone to help or–”

Yeji silences her by placing a hand on hers and squeezing. “I’m fine, Ryujinnie. I wouldn’t hide anything from you.” She smiles an honest smile and offers another earnest squeeze of her hand. “I just wasn’t being as careful as I should.” She chuckles warmly. “I mean, that’s why we practice, right? So stuff like this doesn’t happen.”

Ryujin doesn't answer immediately. Her heart is pounding and telling her to keep pushing the subject, that this cursory examination isn’t enough and that Yeji needs a CT, MRI or maybe even JYP.

But that same heart is having its strings tugged on by the way Yeji looks at her and holds her. The small scrunch beside her eyes when she smiles brings Ryujin home and the pad of Yeji’s thumb rubbing a familiar spot on the back of her hand makes it feel like it.

It’s that part of her that ultimately wins out.

Ryujin sighs and looks down at the hand on top of hers. Yeji’s is slightly bigger and she likes how they fit against each other. “Okay,” she says with a small, defeated nod. Ryujin flips her hand upside down so that she can weave her fingers with Yeji’s and gives her a squeeze in return. “I believe you.”

Yeji’s smile widens and her eyes scrunch just a little bit more.

That makes it worth it.

Slowly, Ryujin rises up from the floor and carefully pulls Yeji up along with her. The moment they’re both on their feet, she pulls Yeji close to her until their waists are kissing. The hand that was enveloping the other girls tugs it back until it’s resting on Ryujin’s hip, while her other hand snakes around Yeji’s midsection to keep them close. It occurs without conscious intent, the memories in her muscles too loud to say otherwise.

This gives Ryujin another moment with her, one where they trade the panic of seconds earlier for quiet breaths and longing looks.

Her eyes stay as scrupulous as they were previously. However, instead of looking for the odd scuff or scrape that might have possibly marred Yeji’s face, she’s simply taking a tour on the pale expanse she’s traveled a thousand times before.

Yeji’s own gaze is nowhere near as sturdy, her eyes flitting away every now and then due to the intensity of Ryujin’s stare. Her cheeks redden at a particularly embarrassing instance – when Ryujin lingers on the mole near her jaw and parts her mouth to wet her lips.

“It’s not like I landed on my face or anything,” Yeji says, breaking the silence. “I think I’m fine.”

Ryujin looks up from Yeji’s mouth to her eyes and she smirks. “I’d say you look a lot better than fine.” She raises her eyebrows as well, just in case her message didn’t come across.

The rouge on Yeji’s cheeks deepens, accented by an exaggerated roll of the eyes. She pulls back from Ryujin just a bit, just enough so that she can lean back in and bunt their foreheads against each other’s.

“Is that why you came here so early?” Yeji giggles. “To flirt with your unnie?”

The sound of Yeji’s laughter makes Ryujin smile and she loves how she can feel her body vibrate when she laughs. “If I wanted to do that,” she said with a chuckle, “then I would’ve given myself more than 5 minutes, unnie.”

“What do you mean? It’s only–” Yeji turns her head to look at the clock on the wall and Ryujin can feel the air between them grow just a bit heavier. “Oh wow…” Her smile falters. “I must have lost track of time.” She turns back to Ryujin and tries to lighten the mood with another laugh, but all that does is make Ryujin suspicious.

“Yeji.” She’s squeezing the older one’s hand as she speaks. “How long have you been here?” The accusation is hard to hide, so Ryujin doesn’t even try. She knows that there’s no one more demanding of Yeji than Yeji herself, that sometimes what she thinks is best for the group comes at the cost of overworking herself and ignoring her needs.

And Ryujin hates that as much as she loves her.

“Not that long.” There’s no conviction in her voice. Yeji’s a terrible liar, and so she never lies. But that just makes it all the more obvious when she’s trying not to tell the truth. 

“You know we have that comeback show next week.” Yeji goes to take both of Ryujin’s hands in her own, as if this is some desperate plea or admission. “I just wanted to make sure I had everything–”

The distinct growl of Yeji’s stomach fills in the rest of her sentence. It says that she’s been here since before the sun had risen. It gives away that time better spent on breakfast was maybe spent on perfecting choreo instead. But most importantly, it reveals that the stumble from earlier wasn’t due to a freak accident or uneven floor, but carelessness.

A sigh tumbles out of Ryujin.

No, not carelessness. That would bely all the hard work Yeji’s done to drill into them how important a good night’s sleep and a healthy breakfast was. This was negligence – through and through.

Ryujin’s not surprised, but that doesn’t mean she’s any less perturbed. Yeji’s looking at her with the slightest lilt in her eyes and tiniest hint of a pucker on her mouth – a sign that she’s sorry for ignoring her own basic human needs, but that it will also totally happen again.

The thing is, if she forgives her now, as she always has, then Yeji will just keep on running herself ragged when there’s a deadline on the horizon and Ryujin is not okay with that. But before she can look into Yeji’s eyes and tell her that she forgives her and that everything is completely fine, the door swings open and reality comes flooding in.

“Morning everyone!!” It’s Yuna, bright and brash and bold. Unlike the two of them, she looks more ready to go shopping rather than dance practice.

Ryujin spares the girl only a quick glance before looking back to Yeji. There was a time when the two of them would’ve flown apart the moment the door opened, but their friends have come as far as they have. 

It’s no longer a surprise to see either of them in each other’s laps or with their arms wrapped around each other. And as for anything a bit more intimate than that, they’ve also all learned what it means to knock on closed doors and lock them if need be.

But this time Yeji does pull away. She takes the first chance she can to get out of the conversation she was just in and Ryujin can do nothing to stop it. The switch inside of Yeji’s head flips from “her Yeji” to “ITZY’s Yeji” and Ryujin is left alone in the dark.

“Good morning, Yuna.” Yeji approaches the youngest with a practiced smile and instantly launches into a new topic about the cute jacket she has hung around her shoulders. It does everything it needs to do, leaving Ryujin standing at the sideline by herself.

Absence fills Ryujin’s arms and concern starts to pool in her stomach. She continues to watch the back of Yeji’s head until Chaeryoung arrives and they can all officially begin their day. They start with stretching – though Yeji doesn’t need it – and then go to talk about what their plan is for later. It’s the same schedule Yeji had sent them in the group chat the day before and the same one she talked about over Facetime the week before that.

The entire time, she sees Yeji avoiding any chance she can to look at her.

So Ryujin watches her instead.

And she worries.

quiet afternoon crush (ch 10) - a new level of flirting

ryeji college au, idiots in love, slow burn, fluff & smut, yeji falls first ryujin falls harder | word count: 45.1k/????

iamfinethankyouandryu: you know what i’m saying yezyizhere: i’d really like to hear you say it ryujin She holds her breath as Ryujin types.  iamfinethankyouandryu: you’re fucking hot iamfinethankyouandryu: happy?

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quiet afternoon crush (ch 12) - beautiful, isn't it?

ryeji college au, idiots in love, slow burn, fluff & smut, yeji falls first ryujin falls harder | word count: 59.9k/????

“Can I eat you out?” Yeji asks, “Please?” Ryujin just stares at her for a moment, chest heaving, eyes lidded. The sight just makes Yeji want to get on her knees even more. Instead of waiting for an answer, she dives back in for another kiss. Not touching Ryujin is next to impossible now that she’s started. What better way to show that she cares, to show that she wants? Ryujin eventually pulls away and murmurs, “Are you sure?” Yeji—who’s literally never been more sure of anything in her entire life—begins to kiss a trail down Ryujin’s neck. Instead of stopping on her already marked shoulder, she continues her way down.

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say bye-bye (to boring days)

🔞 ITZY - Hwang Yeji/Shin Ryujin - 5223 words 🔞

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Yeji starts slow, lazy. The fingers on Ryujin’s stomach grow legs and learn intent, walking themselves across the exposed patch of skin with purpose. Her head slowly drifts up, off Ryujin’s chest, before spelunking into the crevice of her neck and shoulder. It’s an easy adjustment, one that makes Ryujin tilt her head back on reflex alone. She lives there for a bit, covering the smaller girl like a blanket, before she goes further with her plan. A swift kiss to her neck and an even faster response from Ryujin – the smallest, slightest of hitches in her breath. Yeji notices because she notices everything about Ryujin. She kisses her again, this time transitioning the kiss into the brush and nuzzle of her nose against the skin of her neck. Yeji feels it in Ryujin’s stomach this time, the small tense and hardening of it before it relaxes. But she doesn’t let it relax for long. Her fingers cross the boundary of Ryujin’s shirt to the cool skin beneath it. Her nails walk along the pavement of her torso, leaving shivers as footsteps in their wake. Her lips grow more daring, her kisses more forceful, her tongue and teeth joining in as reinforcements on the assault on Ryujin’s neck. “Yeddeong…” “Yes, Ryuddaeng?” The last part of her name comes out as a hot breath, causing Ryujin to shudder beneath the feeling. “What’re you doing?”

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quiet afternoon crush (ch 13) - exceptions to every rule

ryeji college au, idiots in love, slow burn, fluff & smut, yeji falls first ryujin falls harder | word count: 65.5k/????

And then Yeji is pulling her t-shirt over her head and everything feels a bit less normal. She’s wearing a sports bra, but it’s not long before she sheds that too, and Ryujin is left looking at the expanse of her back, freckles and soft muscle and all. Ryujin tries to not think about the slight curve of her hips or the broad line of her shoulders. She doesn’t think about the fact that she knows exactly how it feels to dig her short nails into that soft skin. She definitely doesn’t think about the way her boxers peek out from the top of her baggy gray sweats before the sight is finally hidden from view by whatever oversized shirt she picked out. Yeji goes to turn the light off, and then she’s stepping out of her pants and sliding into the bed.  “Hi,” she whispers, close enough on the shared pillow that Ryujin can smell the toothpaste on her breath. “Hi.”

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Space Kids

a bounty hunters ryeji au [M]

Session #26 "You're gonna carry that weight." Ryujin thought that with intergalactic travel advancing to where it is now, it would be trivial to avoid someone, but no, of course, it’s not that simple. How ironic it is to be able to travel between galaxies yet still bump into the one person you’re trying to avoid.

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an imminent collision

Space Kids - Ch3: intrigue and interference

a bounty hunters ryeji au [M]

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Ryujin exhales once she’s alone, in relief or frustration, or whatever nuanced in between, she doesn’t know anymore. 

She dims the lights to the lowest possible setting and settles into a familiar stance in front of the wooden dummy. She pulls the glove down to ensure it covers her bionic and lands a heavy blow to the padded section, causing a satisfying thump to echo around the room. She shuffles her weight between her feet and lets the muscle memory take over. 

She unleashes blow after blow against the wooden dummy, sticking to the standard reps, working from the centre of the dummy, out to the left, right, and back again. 

It feels good, she’s following the steps, envisioning her opponent. Every hit and block cuts her mind off from spiralling into an abyss. It’s a shame though, because with every thought that gets cut off, she realises that she’s so close to committing a cardinal sin of martial arts - she’s so close to shutting her mind off. 

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