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ALSSSSSSSOOO, HAPPY BIRTHDAY YUNAAAA🎉🎉💃💃🎂🎂🎁🎈🎈
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Yeji's POV
The soft strains of a melody wafted through the air as I entered the kitchen, finding Ryujin gracefully dancing between pots and pans, although she seemed to change the song quite often.
Approaching silently, I stood just behind her, enveloping her in a warm hug and resting my chin on her shoulders.
Surprisingly, she didn't startle; instead, she leaned back into the embrace, a silent acknowledgment.
"Hungry?" she asked, her voice a gentle melody that resonated with familiarity.
I nodded, my chin still on her shoulders, and I sensed a faint chuckle escape her.
"Don't worry; this is close to being cooked," Ryujin reassured.
This moment felt like a cherished routine, a nostalgic dance we'd done many times before.
I couldn't help but reminisce about those times when she'd come home and cook for me because she discovered I hadn't eaten.
We were young then, sharing sweet smiles that always brought me comfort. Ryujin had always been there—a dependable support system and a shoulder I could cry on.
The thought of being away from her or losing her was unfathomable.
Our friendship, the bond I cherished the most, was something I wouldn't risk for anything.
I reached for her phone, which was conveniently placed beside what she was cooking, and scrolled through her playlist.
Yes, I knew her password; it’s something we don't hide from each other.
As I pressed play, the song 'Party For Two' by Johnny Orlando filled the air, weaving a spell and carefree joy over the kitchen.
[You're out here, making promises I can't keep
You're out here, but you know I'm drowning too
For our love, dear, but I think I need some meds tonight]
Stepping aside, I carved out a space for myself to groove to the rhythm, the melody wrapping around me like a familiar embrace.
Ryujin turned to me, her lips adorned with a radiant smile that spoke volumes.
My movements became a spontaneous dance, an unspoken celebration of the intricate bond we shared, as she watches me, her attention not leaving.
[I'm back in the city, where I met you
I left you, back in the city where it all fell through
And I can't help but reminisce about us
So maybe, if we keep this between us (Between us)]
In a seamless transition, she glided toward me, and I reciprocated by pulling her to me, into our impromptu dance.
Laughter harmonized with the beats, creating a symphony of shared joy.
[And I could throw a party
Without our friends, just watch you dance
And I won't tell nobody
Just you, me, and the moon, baby
I could throw a party for you
Girl, we could have a party for two]
“Show me what you got, Ryujin,” I whispered, inviting her to revel in the shared moment.
Laughter echoed through the kitchen as we moved; she danced to the rhythm, and I swayed too, our bodies in sync with the music.
[Smoke, machines, and cigarettes
I watch your silhouette
I know that silhouette
Black limousine of the Corvette
I watch you pirouette
I loved you pirouette]
“In the end, I still arrived at a party tonight,” she shared, her voice seamlessly blending with the melody.
I chuckled. “You seem to love it,” I teased.
“I never thought I would,” she confessed with a soft whisper.
“What can I say?” I replied, the dance continuing as our connection transcended the confines of the kitchen.
She smiled, pulling me into a gentle hug, the music wrapping around us like a cocoon.
[I'm back in the city where I met you, I left you
Back in the city where it all fell through
I can't help but reminisce, about us
So baby, if we keep this, between us]
[And I could throw a party
Without our friends, just watch you dance
And I won't tell nobody
Just you, me, and the moon, baby
I could throw a party for you
Girl, we could have a party for two]
As the song reached its crescendo, our faces mere inches apart, Ryujin gracefully took my hands and guided them to her nape.
Her hands found their way to my waist, and we swayed together, foreheads touching in a dance of shared intimacy.
In that suspended moment, the world outside the kitchen ceased to exist. I closed my eyes, surrendering to the music and the presence of Ryujin; the warmth of her breath and the gentle beat of her heart became my refuge.
[A party for two
A party for two
(Machines and cigarettes)]
As the final notes of the song lingered in the air, reality intruded, and a peculiar smell reached our noses.
“Oh my gosh, the food,” Ryujin exclaimed, rushing back to the stove.
Yet, there I stood, behind her, watching her back. My body felt heavy, my mind was consumed by confusion, and my heart pounded loudly.
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THE RHYTHM OF US: RYEJI
FanfictionWRITTEN IN ENGLISH (GXG) "The Rhythm of Us" is a captivating story of friendship, tension, and the delicate dance between loyalty and love. Follow the journey of Yeji and Ryujin, best friends since freshman year, as they face the challenges of thei...
