But First, Snacks

but first, snacks

choi jisu, everybody

YEJI x RYUJIN | GINZA MAGAZINE ♡

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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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Yeji is immediately transfixed on the veins in Ryujin’s neck. She can see, can smell Ryujin’s flowing blood. It’s sweet, almost chocolatey, and nothing like the blood bags she’s used to. Blood bags are fine, they get the job done, but the taste is nothing appetising. It’s usually something akin to half-rotting meat, and Yeji only feeds because it’s a necessity.

But here, now, she can barely contain herself from excitement. She’s practically shaking in anticipation, her carnal instincts waking up after centuries of slumber. Her fangs grow, now more evident they aren’t regular canines, and force her mouth open.

“Can I?” She mumbles to Ryujin, her lips already on her pulse point. She has to grip the edge of the counter, hard, to hold herself back from biting down on the warm, enticing thrumming of her heartbeat.

“Yeah,” Ryujin whispers back, and that is all it takes for Yeji to press a chaste kiss to her jaw and sink her fangs into her jugular.

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