"Behind Closed Doors"

As they climbed into the back seat of the company van, the partition that separated them from the driver was already up, giving them a sense of seclusion. Ryujin and Yeji settled in, with Yeji snuggling into the corner and Ryujin beside her. Without a word, Yeji laid her head on Ryujin's shoulder, and Ryujin wrapped her arm around her, feeling a sense of comfort and ease. As the van pulled away from the curb, Ryujin gazed out the window, watching the city lights blur by. She had a 30-minute drive ahead of her, but she was in no hurry. With Yeji by her side, the time seemed to slow down. Ryujin's eyes drifted back to Yeji, and she stared at the top of her head, taking in the soft texture of her hair. Her gaze wandered down to Yeji's hand, which was resting near her leg. Ryujin's heart skipped a beat as she felt a sudden urge to grab Yeji's hand. She found herself switching between looking out the window and sneaking glances at Yeji's hand, her mind torn between restraint and desire. The tension between them was palpable, and Ryujin couldn't help but flirt with Yeji, catching her eye and holding her gaze for a few seconds. The air was charged with electricity as Ryujin's eyes locked onto Yeji's. She could see the spark of attraction there, and she knew she had to act. With a sensual movement, Ryujin reached out and gently took Yeji's hand, her fingers intertwining with Yeji's. The rest of the ride was silent, but it was a comfortable silence. They didn't need to talk; they were just happy to be together, without cameras or pretenses. As they rode through the city, they both closed their eyes, letting the gentle motion of the van wash over them. Ryujin's mind began to wander, and she couldn't help but think about what she wanted to do to Yeji when they got back to that dorm room. She imagined kisses, touches, and whispers, her heart racing with anticipation. Yeji, too, was lost in thought, her mind replaying the moments they'd shared that day. She was thinking about Ryujin's smile, her laughter, and her eyes. And she was thinking about what she wanted to do to Ryujin, about the way she wanted to make her feel. As the van drove through the city, the two girls were lost in their own little world, a world where they could be themselves, without fear of judgment or consequence. And as they rode, their hands remained clasped together, a symbol of the connection that was growing between them.