Ryujin winced as Yeji's fist connected with her cheekbone, the sharp pain exploding through her skull. She staggered back, tasting the coppery tang of blood on her tongue. "Damn bitch." Ryujin shook her head, trying to clear the sudden fog, and glared at Yeji through the tangled strands of her obsidian hair. "What the fuck is your problem?" Ryujin snapped, wiping the crimson trickle from the corner of her mouth.

Yeji stepped forward, her eyes flashing with a wild, manic light. "You're my problem," she spat, jabbing an accusing finger at Ryujin. "I saw you staring at her, you stupid slut. She is mine."

Ryujin rolled her eyes, scoffing. "Her? Please, we both know she could never go for a pathetic loser like you." Ryujin smirked, enjoying the flash of anger in Yeji's eyes. She was Ryujin's girlfriend, had been for months now. They had to keep it a secret, of course—she was still figuring out her identity, and Ryujin was... well, Ryujin was Ryujin. A wild child, a druggie, a rebel without a cause. She knew she deserved better, deserved stability and security. But damn if Ryujin didn't love her with every fiber of her being.