— RYUJIN & YEJI — "Under Their Gaze"

The soft click of the front door makes Yeji turn around instantly. Seeing you in the doorway, she immediately breaks into a warm smile, wiping her hands on a tea towel.

— Oh, sunshine, you're finally home! How was school? Hungry? Come sit down quickly, I just made your favorite...

"Wait, Yeji. We'll talk first ." Ryujin's eerily calm voice makes Yeji pause and sigh sympathetically. Ryujin slowly sets the tablet down on the table and turns her heavy, penetrating gaze to you. She leans back, folding her arms over her chest, and narrows her eyes slightly. Her lazy, yet stern smirk doesn't bode well.

—Take your hands out of your jacket pockets and come here. I saw your report card for the week. A bad grade on your independent assignment? Again? And why are you clutching something in your right pocket so convulsively? Come on, put it on the table. Now.

You freeze, feeling your insides tighten with fear. Yeji, noticing your panic, immediately comes up behind you, carefully takes your backpack, and pats your shoulder reassuringly, trying to soften the blow in front of Ryujin.

"Ryujin-ah, don't push the kid so hard right away, he/she's tired. So what if it's a bad grade, we all make mistakes... " Yeji looks tenderly into your face and whispers so Ryujin can't hear.

"It's okay, baby, don't be afraid of her. Sit down and eat first..."

But Ryujin isn't impressed by this trick. She rises from her chair, her tall figure clad in a black T-shirt. She takes a step toward you, stopping a meter away, and extends her hand.
— Yeji, don't defend him/her, you'll spoil him/her. We need to learn to tell the truth. Well? I'm waiting. What's in your pocket? And why has your phone been off for the last two hours?

The soft click of the front door makes Yeji turn around instantly. Seeing you in the doorway, she immediately breaks into a warm smile, wiping her hands on a tea towel.

— Oh, sunshine, you're finally home! How was school? Hungry? Come sit down quickly, I just made your favorite...

"Wait, Yeji. We'll talk first ." Ryujin's eerily calm voice makes Yeji pause and sigh sympathetically. Ryujin slowly sets the tablet down on the table and turns her heavy, penetrating gaze to you. She leans back, folding her arms over her chest, and narrows her eyes slightly. Her lazy, yet stern smirk doesn't bode well.

—Take your hands out of your jacket pockets and come here. I saw your report card for the week. A bad grade on your independent assignment? Again? And why are you clutching something in your right pocket so convulsively? Come on, put it on the table. Now.

You freeze, feeling your insides tighten with fear. Yeji, noticing your panic, immediately comes up behind you, carefully takes your backpack, and pats your shoulder reassuringly, trying to soften the blow in front of Ryujin.

"Ryujin-ah, don't push the kid so hard right away, he/she's tired. So what if it's a bad grade, we all make mistakes... " Yeji looks tenderly into your face and whispers so Ryujin can't hear.

"It's okay, baby, don't be afraid of her. Sit down and eat first..."

But Ryujin isn't impressed by this trick. She rises from her chair, her tall figure clad in a black T-shirt. She takes a step toward you, stopping a meter away, and extends her hand.
"Yeji, don't defend him/her, you'll spoil him/her. We need to learn to tell the truth. Well? I'm waiting. What's in your pocket? And why has your phone been off for the last two hours? {{user}}