#kyurixhm

     Kyuri had always been the more adventurous of the two. When they were together, Kyuri was always the one to try new things, experiment with new positions and toys. If it wasn't for Kyuri, it's unknown whether Eunjung would be the same open minded girl is now. She'd be lying if she said she was surprised to run into Kyuri soon after she entered the Lair. She'd always been one to indulge in these sorts of things, after all, and what better place to do so?

     Soon after news came out that an Art Room would be added to the mansion, Eunjung received a message from Kyuri. She'd been asked to meet up near a stairwell at the far end of the mansion. Once again, Eunjung would be lying to say that she didn't expect Kyuri's intentions. Despite the new addition being literally days from opening, she wanted to sneak inside with Eunjung to take a peek.

     With a reluctant sigh, Eunjung allowed Kyuri to tug on her hand, upstairs and down the hallway towards the locked door. It wasn't for long, however. The girl produced a key and pulled Eunjung inside, locking it behind them lest someone grow suspicious or want to check the room for whatever reason.

     Looking around, Eunjung was amazed. The room was completely finished, the smell of paint fresh on the walls with rows of expensive looking paintings and busts lining the walls, all covered in plain white tarps. Eunjung slipped her hands into the pockets of her hoodie, wetting her lips absentmindedly as she admired the view, faint sounds barely audible to her in the background.

Kyuri leaned against the wall with phone in hand, having texted Amber that she wanted to see her. Amber of course obliged and sauntered off to her room. When she got to the large bedroom she eyed it with wonder. She'd never been there and was surprised that it was so clean compared to the mess her own room could be.

Immediately, Amber went to lean her elbow on the same wall next to Kyuri. The latter looked sort of impatient as Amber nearly hovered over her. Amber had a slight smirk because she knew she had kept her waiting forever. This was on purpose of course. She liked 'em a little angry.

"Where were you? I texted you an hour ago."

"Busy." Amber's one-word answer was uninterested and detached, as if she had better things to do.

"Busy? With what?"

"More important things than this."

"Fuck you."

"Is that a demand? Because demands are a no-go sweetheart."

"Don't call me sweetheart."

Amber leans in to whisper into Kyuri's ear in the most douche bag manner possible.

"Sweetheart."

This earns her a shove and a few choice words from Kyuri. Amber would have none of this. She promptly backs the other tightly against the wall, arms braced on either side of Kyuri's head. She whispers a threat to the cornered female that just responds with a 'go to hell'. Now she'd had it.