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ahhh that was such a cute yeji fic 😭 is it alright if can do a ryu version pls?

-jsj

thank you! your wish is my command ✨

ryujin x fem!reader

dodging my girlfriend’s kisses prank

yeji ver

You have never pranked your girlfriend before. If anything, she’s always the one pranking you.

Ryujin is a tease, and there’s nothing she takes more pleasure in than annoying you to no end. You decide that you’ve had enough, and that she deserves some payback for all the times she’s poked fun at you.

You see a prank trending where people dodge their partners kisses, and you think it’s enough to at least garner a reaction from Ryujin, without being too extreme.

On the day you decide to act, Ryujin is working. You wait all day for her to come home from her company, and when she does, she looks so tired that you almost back out of the prank.

“Hi, baby,” you say as she walks through the door, but you don’t stand up to greet her like you usually do.

“Hey,” she sounds a little cautious, like she knows something is off, but not exactly what. “How was your day?”

“Mmh, fine. Yours?”

“It was okay. Yeji was a little stressed today, she ran us like the military.”

You laugh, and make your way to the kitchen.

“You hungry? I have some leftover jjajangmyeon in the fridge.”

“Sure.” She goes in to kiss you, and you swerve, playing it off as leaning down to look inside the fridge.

You hold back a laugh as she lets out a disgruntled noise, and take out the container of noodles, placing it on the counter.

You feel her press up against you, pinning you against the counter, her lips at the back of your neck. You shiver and try to scooch away, but she flips you over so you’re facing her. She seems more confused than anything, though you see the beginnings of annoyance in her eyes.

She tries to kiss you again, but you turn your head so that her lips land on your jaw instead. She frowns deeply this time.

“What’s the matter?” She asks, brows furrowed.

“Nothing,” you brush off nonchalantly.

“It’s not nothing. Did something happen?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

You manage to wrestle out of her grip and grab the container of noodles to place them in the microwave. As soon as you stand back up, she grabs you by the waist and kisses you, but you pull away almost immediately. Not that you wanted to, of course. Your resolve almost disappeared the moment her lips touched yours.

“Y/n,” she starts, now visibly upset. “What are you doing?”

“I’m not doing anything,” you insist, though you start to hesitate, and it shows in the tone of your voice.

She gives you a look, one you know too well. It’s the “you better explain yourself before I really get angry” look.

“Just—if I made you upset or something, talk to me? Please? Don’t do…whatever it is you’re doing right now.”

You deflate, unable to keep up appearances in front of your girlfriend.

“I’m sorry, baby,” you give in. “It was just a silly prank I saw online. I’m fine.”

Her eyes narrow.

“You think this is funny, do you?”

You blink.

“No, no, I just wanted to prank you. I’m sorry, honey.”

She softens a little.

“Hmph. Fine.”

Without warning, she grabs you by the collar and pulls you into a deep kiss. This time, you don’t evade it or fight it, instead you sigh and tangle a hand in her hair.

When she pulls away, there’s a glint of mirth in her eyes, coupled with a fire that makes your heart skip a beat.

“Don’t ever do that again. Understand?”

You nod quickly, already leaning in for another kiss.

“Yes, ma’am.”

She huffs a laugh against your lips before kissing you again. And again. And again. The jajangmyeon has gone cold, but neither of you care, too caught up in each other.

I read your Yeji fic and i was wondering.. How would Ryujin react to you ignoring her affection? Would she be pissed? Would she not care?

hey anon! I answered a similar ask here. enjoy!

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.