One Sunday Morning | Minho & Gina
Knowing that her brother wouldn’t disappoint her, Gina quickly got ready for some sibling bonding. She wasn’t dressing up or anything. After all, she was just going to see her brother, who pays all his attention towards food rather than his precious sister. Being the jumpy and cheery person she was around her brother, Gina was practically skipping to her window, waiting for her owl to come back. Seeing two figures flying towards her window, she immediately undid the latch it and moved out of the way, knowing that Minho’s owl would probably break through her window. “He’s fat like my brother,” she joked and took the letter out of its beak. The Gryffindor took out the piece of parchment and read the letter. “Stupid. You always want food,” she mumbled to herself and smiled.
Making her way to the kitchen, her fattie brother was already down there, waiting for her to make him food. “You got cut off again?” she chuckled, “And you’re asking me to make you food? You know how to make food. Do it yourself.” To be honest, Gina would’ve probably cooked for her brother, but since she’s in a playful mood, she decided to tease him instead of giving him what he wanted. “Fatties should know how to cook too,” Gina joked as she patted his stomach, “How are you going to live?”
Since his sister would probably find it odd if he wore anything special, even if he had been improving his appearance lately, Minho settled whatever was laying around. Honestly, he wouldn't expect any students to be wandering around this early on a weekend. Gina and her insane early rising habits had always gotten on his nerves considering she never failed to be loaded with unexpected energy. So, naturally, she'd awake him bright and early when they were younger and he strangely refused to hit his only sibling. She'd probably complain and tattle on him if he even attempted something of the sort anyway. Smirking to himself once he was dressed, Minho exited his dorm and passed through the common room. Even if they were in the same house, he never had caught sight of his sister around here.
As he'd imagined, nearly no one was littering the hallways as he made his way down to the kitchens. Once he arrived, Minho didn't have to wait long, which was something Gina should be thankful for since he was incredibly impatient. "It's not my fault they hate me." Minho whined, always using that excuse whenever their parents messed with and disapproved of his lifestyle. "But..." He stared blankly at his younger sister for a few moments, frowning. Then his gaze shifted back towards the main part of the kitchen and he exclaimed, "You know I can't cook!" If he was terrible at anything it was cooking.
