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SUCK MY DICK, the newest English phrase Jinsol has seemed to have picked up and grace their group-chat with. Of course it's immediately followed by Lily double, triple texting about one, where she learned such "vulgar" language, and two, to never, ever use it publicly for the sake of not getting into trouble. Exclamation marks and all.
It's pretty funny. Yoona watches as Haewon, then Jiwoo, enter the chat and add their own comments. They swear plenty in Korean in their own time but apparently the phrase, suck my dick, is too much for Lily's ears (eyes?) to bear. Yoona closes her phone when she sees Jinsol asking, unnie, what's a chud?
Where was she again? She was so focused on giggling at Lily's rage she completely sidelined what she was supposed to be doing. Yoona tends back to her suitcase.
Now that she thinks of it, it's pretty fair to Jinsol for at least trying to learn new phrases. They're now in America, and they already ask audiences to teach them slang anyway. Even then, it's not exactly her own personal strong suit. That's more Lily. Definitely Haewon, probably Kyujin.
It comes much easier to Lily and Haewon though. Lily is—well, duh, and Haewon just had a natural ability to be good at literally anything if she tries hard enough (not that she even needs to, really). They were always like that. Even Haewon's Spanish is miles ahead of Yoona's own. Those lessons from pre-debut barely make a dent now.
It didn't take long for Yoona to get used to being the buffer between those two and their excellence, and everyone else below. She was good, but never the best.
Also, Kyujin. She's somewhere in that buffer too. In the context of English, Kyujin definitely feels way more comfortable than Yoona herself. Maybe it's an age-thing. But technically not, considering they're both equally as online and yet Yoona still can't make up for her English language shortcomings. She could give you great English Overwatch call-outs?
It's not the best. And Yoona still can't help but wonder whatever the Hell a chud is. She really needs to reopen their group-chat.
"Unnie," Kyujin starts. She's been laying on her bed, done with getting ready for the night way longer than Yoona has. "You done with that?"
That, being the suitcase Yoona has been struggling to sort through for the past fifteen minutes. It was organized at some point, but then she bought a Minecraft Enderman plushie, and also that perfume, and maybe also that jacket she saw on-sale while at a previous stop, and just. Everything is all over the place. Sucks, really.
She's nowhere near done, but she's more interested in what Kyujin has to say. Yoona turns her head in the same breath she answers, "Almost."
Kyujin props herself up enough to fully see Yoona across their hotel room. It is very clear Yoona is not done with the suitcase. "Come here."
It's not an ask. Or maybe it is, and Yoona's ability to decipher tone has completely deteriorated from their concert two hours ago. But it's weird, because Kyujin has a look, and Kyujin never has a look.
Yoona doesn't like that. She walks over to Kyujin anyway, hovering just beside her bed. Kyujin, in reaction, scoots her body to the other side of the bed.
Hm. Yoona really does not like this. All across Kyujin's face is a look of expectancy. The fuck does that mean? She tries to recall anything that's happened in the past few days which might've set Kyujin off.
At their last stop, Kyujin was roommates with Haewon, so maybe it was something to do with her? Probably not, actually. Haewon is too self-conscious to be an asshole to Kyujin, intentional or not. There's also the bus ride. She was sitting next to…Jinsol? Maybe? Probably? Yoona really has no memory of anything anymore at this point.
Okay. Even regardless of all of that, she hasn't been in much close contact with Kyujin. So what's with the knowing expression? It's not like Kyujin to be so bottled. They're all pretty open when it comes to things that bother or annoy them. God, this is killing Yoona more than she thought it would.
She clears her throat. "Do you need something?"
Kyujin blinks. Sniffs. "What are they talking about in the GC?"
"English slang stuff," Yoona shrugs. "Jinsol is cursing at them."
That's enough to get a snort out of Kyujin. Yoona feels weirdly proud of herself.
"Come here," Kyujin echoes from earlier. She pats down on the bed, the space she was laying until she shifted over. This time, it isn't an ask.
This is, undoubtedly, weird. Actually, not really, but it's weird it's happening unprompted. Despite her suitcase practically heaving for her to come over and sort through it, Yoona carefully sits herself down on the bed and swings her legs over to lay down.
Then everything becomes significantly weirder when Kyujin herself moves. She slings herself right onto Yoona's stomach, head partially resting on the upper half of Yoona's torso. One of Kyujin's hands rests on her stomach, and it touches her skin where her shirt rode up. Her hands are freezing.
"You're warm," Kyujin mumbles, muffled from her face being pressed into the fabric of Yoona's shirt.
Alright. This is more than usual. Yoona doesn't really know what to do with herself. Her phone is, unfortunately, with her suitcase, and Kyujin keeps shifting in an attempt to get properly comfortable.
She's making this out to be the worst thing that's ever happened to her. It's not—Yoona finds herself enjoying the closeness more than she assumed she would. Kyujin looks really peaceful under her.
But the silence between them still isn't great. Yoona rakes her mind from earlier, and the only thing she can ask to fill the space is, "You know what a chud is?"
Kyujin looks up for a moment, confused. "Nope," she says, popping the p.
Yoona hums. At least they're on the same level there.