Ecidora| Woosan

16∙rainfall

Wooyoung and Ryujin sat together at the dining room table. The room felt huge with just the two of them in it. He had to admit, he enjoyed the girl's company quite a lot and she was very beautiful. He just wasn't attracted to her. Judging by what he saw last night, she felt the same.

"Wooyoung, we need to speak." She delicately placed her water filled wine glass down and turned to the male. They made eye contact, and Wooyoung could see nothing but fear for his next words twinkling in her eyes.
"Yes?" He raised a brow, and took a sip of his water.

"Really, It's not your fault in the slightest. You're charming, and a wonderful friend. But I just-"

"Don't feel anything?"
"Right." She shrunk down in her chair, truly ashamed of herself. Wooyoung reached over, placing a loving hand on her wrist, his lips curved upwards slightly.
"Ryujin, thank god you said it."

Her head shot up to him, and the two immediately burst into laughter.
"My god. I'm so glad you feel the same. I don't know why our parents expect us to be in love with someone we barely know." Ryujin caught her breath and flipped her hair out of her eyes. Wooyoung nodded vigorously in agreement. "Truly. I really wish they'd let me pick." He sighed, and placed his hand back into his lap.

"Who would you pick?"
The question rang through his ears, he completely zoned out for a moment. His heart wanted to say San, he could picture it so vividly. But his mind told him to say nobody, that he didn't have anybody specific in mind.

"Wooyoung? Woo.." Her muffled voice brought him back to reality.
"Oh! Sorry! Um, nobody specific." He smiles with a bite of his food. "What about you, Dear?"

She takes a bite as well, and finishes with her hand over her mouth before speaking again.
"Nobody specific for me either." She let out a timid laugh, and picked at her food with the end of her fork.

Wooyoung leaned in, resting his elbow on the table and his head on his hand.
"You're a terrible liar." He squinted his eyes at her. She did the same motion to lean in, and smirked, challenging the other.
"As are you." Wooyoung was slightly taken aback by her response. He moved back and tilted his head at her.
"You first." He crossed his arms, knowing very well who it was.

Ryujin's lip caught in between her teeth, and she narrowed her eyes.
"The platinum haired boy. Hongjoong." She admitted, her cheeks turning a soft pink color.
"I knew it! When did the two of you come together?" His eyes lit up a bit, hoping to get some sort of detail.

"The day after we came home from the village. I helped clean him up." She giggled.
"He's very... straight forward when he's drunk, he kept complimenting me, but I simply assumed it was because he was intoxicated." She fumbled with her thumbs in her lap. Her speaking was slightly muffled, because she couldn't bring her eyes up from her hands.
"But then he invited me to meet when he wasn't drunk. So I could actually have the chance to meet him."