Something to Someone

1.

"Are you a virgin?"

Ryujin's fingers freeze midair almost dropping the piece of meat in between her chopsticks. Her eyebrows shoot up.

Not a typical conversation starter from Yuna.

"No." Ryujin answers honestly before bringing food into her mouth, she chews slowly and inwardly grimaces at the sheer memory of her first time.

She was in high school and wanted to know "What it was like" and that was how she ended up, naked in a dingy bedroom with a guy she didn't even really like. The ordeal lasted a solid 5 minutes, the guy, Jisung, gave her a high five, threw on some pants, and left the room only to return minutes later with chips and salsa while she put her clothes back on. She proceeded to finish her biology homework on his bed. The salsa was good. He was not.

Anyways, to say the least.. her first time was.. anticlimactic.

Yuna's eyes go wide, so wide Ryujin thinks they might pop out of her head. "Really? When?"

"When I was 17." Ryujin regrets the words that fly out of her mouth when Yuna grins and her eyes glint with interest.

"So.. my age?" Yuna drawls.

Ryujin glares as Yuna munches happily on a cheese stick and dips it into soup, oblivious to panic brewing under Ryujin's skin. With her appetite suddenly dissipating she puts down her chopsticks with a thump snatching Yuna's attention.

"Why are you asking?" Ryujin demands and Yuna looks at the abandoned chopsticks, then Ryujin and her eyes feign innocence.

"Because I'm curious." Yuna shrugs, her long, dark hair swishes with the movement and Ryujin's nostrils is hit with something akin to appley- cinnamoney shampoo. It steals the spotlight for a second. At the tender age of seventeen when most go through their awkward teenage phase, Yuna gets to flourish like a woman and Ryujin thinks it's unfair how gorgeous she looks doing absolutely nothing, eventually Ryujin tears her eyes away from the distracting tresses.

"There's not much to be curious about, first times are always awkward." Ryujin says trying to steer the conversation away from dangerous waters, but Yuna seems bent on driving her insane today.

"I wouldn't know... yet."  Ryujin glares pointedly at Yuna.

"Okay, stop beating around the bush," Ryujin's voice is tinged with concern, "what's really going on?"

Yuna grows silent and and looks away, Ryujin bites her lip and a storm of possibilities thoughts rip though her mind at breakneck pace.

She feels her throat goes dry and the thought of her little Yuna under some guy on an old, musty couch- it makes her want to scream and vomit at the same time, It makes her want to Scomit, and before Ryujin can vehemently shriek everything she's ever learned at those painfully awkward high school sex ed. class, Yuna looks at her sheepishly and scratches the back of her neck.

"That's not how I wanted to go about this.. I panicked.. " Yuna admits. Ryujin's thoughts take a back pedal. She keeps her eyes on Yuna, waiting for some sore of explanation. Yuna heaves a sigh, its so deep, Ryujin's brows knit together.

"I.. haven't told you, or any of the other members yet. I'm probably into girls. Probably." Yuna purses her lips together at her own confession and -

Oh.

"Probably?" Ryujin asks folding her arms on the table trying to look as unfazed as possible.

"Probably." Yuna averts her gaze and she looks smaller and vulnerable under the dim lights of their dining room. The silence that hangs in the air is almost suffocating.