Minho blushed under the wave of compliments, his own hands reaching to cover his pink cheeks, mimicking the motion and posture of the cute, tiny fairy in front of him. His mom and dad always complimented him and even all the trainers told him that it was ‘so good that you’re so handsome, Minho-yah.’ Minho liked being pretty! It always made people smile! This stranger’s earnest and sincere compliments went straight to his heart and made it beat! How nice and sweet, just like his Strawberry Pocky!
He waved a hand at the compliment. “No, he has so many pretty friends! He’s so pretty, isn’t he? Pretty people always have pretty friends.” Moonsik really was one of the most beautiful, cutest, prettiest people Minho had the fortune of knowing in real life ( not even just only on TV like he used to know Etoile! ). Moonsik’s prettiness came out in the slope of his nose and the flutter of his eyelashes, in all his kindness and sincerity and love for music. He was like a fairytale prince, pretty both on the inside and the outside. It would only make sense he was surrounded by people as lovely as he was.
He handed the snack over with a smile, happy to be able to comfort the girl he almost bulldozed into. She was so cute and small, she probably would have fallen if he did! His face could only heat up further at her words. “Oh, I’m definitely not out of his league! He’s perfect!” Crazy, crazy perfect! Minho couldn’t imagine anyone out of Moonsik’s league. He was so passionate and dedicated and even just sitting and watching him work made Minho’s heart flutter.
He extended his hand, ever the polite boy. “I’m Min-oh! Wait, I also have a juice box. Do you want that too?”
Minhee instantly found herself wondering how Moonsik had managed to become friends with such a beautiful person. Actually, now that she thought about it, she couldn’t even imagine the older male possessing the ability to make friends. After all, he was always ignoring her calls and texts. Tilting her head to the side, she purses her lips in contemplation. Maybe Moonsik never had time for her because he was too busy admiring your beauty. Oh, she couldn’t even be made about such a thing. Just look at your face! If she were ever going to get plastic surgery, she would bring in a picture of you for the doctor to reference.
“Moonsik has a lot of friends?” With her eyes widening, she places her hands on her hips. “I feel like you’re lying to me which isn’t very nice considering we just met.” She pouts. “I’m pretty sure that he likes to spend all of his time alone. You know, sometimes I wish that I could turn myself invisible so that I could spend time with him in secret. I’d just sit in his studio and wait for him! Sure, he wouldn’t know that I’m there, but I would!” On her next birthday, she’d have to use all of her might to wish for the superpower.
“You know, you might find it hard to believe, but he actually looks a lot like my dad. I’m not very good at math, but I’m pretty sure that means that I inherited at least a quarter of his perfection.” What was she talking about? Sure, it was true that the Phoenix member bore a striking resemblance to her father, but it was a bit wishful for her to assume that she shared any of the same charm. “What do you think? Doesn’t it look like we could be related?”
Still, there was no way that any of them could compare to your visuals. She was willing to accept defeat in that respect! Upon hearing your name, her eyes light up with excitement. “Oh, I just knew that we were meant to be friends! My name starts with Min too! I’m Minhee!” Eagerly swaying from side to side, she shuffles her feet against the floor, inching closer to you. There were only a few things that Choi Minhee would go absolutely crazy for. Any form of affection, stray cats, and perhaps most importantly, juice! Quickly lowering her voice, as if she had entered some sort of illegal trade, she lowers her head in an attempt to be more secretive. “What flavor is it?”