“Minha-yah,” Kyungri pushed her roommate’s door open without knocking, watching as the girl desperately swiped at the screen of her phone as though she was hiding something. “What are you doing?”

“N-nothing,” the dark-haired stammered unconvincingly.

“Sure as heck doesn’t seem like nothing to me.” Taking rapid steps towards her friend’s bed, Kyungri pounced upon it, effectively snatching the device out of the girl’s petite hands soon after.

“Unnie…” The girl whined, “Give it back, please…”

“Who is she?” Kyungri ignored her pleas and busied herself with the seeming hundreds of photos stored in the camera roll.

Exasperated because she was never good at arguing or getting the upper hand, Minha could only answer obediently, “Just a friend…”

At her response, Kyungri threw her a dirty look, “Yah, Park Minha. Do I look stupid to you? You have pictures of her s in your freaking phone and you’re telling me she’s just a friend?”

“I…”

“Have you slept with her already?”

“Unnie!” Minha turned bright red at the older girl’s direct question.

Kyungri only chuckled lightheartedly, “You can tell me. I don’t judge. Besides, she’s really hot so I’d be proud of you if you did.”

“Nothing of that sort happened,” the girl did her best to keep a straight face.

“Yeah, right,” Kyungri rolled her eyes at her friend’s pathetic attempt at sounding all chaste and innocent when she was clearly a beast on the inside with raging hormones and an insatiable appetite for .

Minha eventually managed to get her phone back after a few more bouts of struggling. Stuffing it into her pocket to keep it safe, she asked casually, “Do you need something, unnie?”

“That depends on whether or not you’re willing to help me out, my dear,” the older one trailed a lone finger down the girl’s bare arm suggestively.