When Minho and Innie were together,These two sisters were the perfect storm of sass, wit, and pure chaos.
It all started with a simple request from Innie. She needed a new outfit for a day out, and of course, who better to help her than her stylish sister, Minho?
"Unnie, I need something fierce, something that screams 'I’m fabulous,'" Innie declared, strutting into Minho's room.
Minho raised an eyebrow, her signature smirk appearing. "You mean, something that says, 'I raided my sister's closet because I have no fashion sense'?"
"Very funny. Just help me, okay?" Innie rolled her eyes.
Minho opened her closet, and the madness began. Clothes flew everywhere as the sisters debated over each outfit.
"This one’s too basic," Innie scoffed, tossing a top aside.
"Well, excuse me, Miss Vogue. How about this?" Minho held up a glittery dress.
"Are you trying to make me look like a disco ball?" (IN be like : I'm disco ball)
Eventually, Innie settled on a combination that involved stealing a few items from Minho’s wardrobe.
As Innie admired herself in the mirror, Minho sighed, “Next time, try your own closet first, alright?”
Part-2
Minho and Innie had always been competitive, especially when it came to dancing. One evening, with han playing DJ, a spontaneous dance battle erupted in the living room.
Minho started with a smooth, flawless move. "Bet you can’t top that, little sis."
Innie wasn’t one to back down. She responded with a sassy twirl and a dramatic hair flip. "Watch and learn, unnie."
The battle intensified, with each sister trying to outdo the other. Minho’s signature sharp moves clashed with Innie’s more playful, exaggerated style.
At one point, Minho attempted a spin that didn’t quite go as planned, resulting in her crashing into the couch. Innie burst out laughing, doubling over as Minho tried to regain her composure.
“You look like a breakdancing octopus!” Innie teased, still giggling.
“Just you wait!” Minho retorted, but she couldn’t help laughing too.
Part-3
Cooking wasn’t exactly Innie’s forte, but she insisted on helping Minho prepare dinner one evening. Minho knew this was a bad idea, but Innie was determined.
“Let me handle the sauce,” Innie said confidently, grabbing a bottle of soy sauce.
“Are you sure?” Minho asked, eyeing her sister warily.
“How hard can it be?” Innie poured half the bottle into the pan, and Minho’s eyes widened in horror.
“What are you doing? We’re not making soy soup!” Minho shrieked, trying to salvage the dish.
Chaos ensued as Innie’s attempt to add some seasoning resulted in a sneeze, which in turn led to the pepper shaker exploding all over the counter.
Minho was practically crying with laughter as she watched Innie try to clean up the mess while apologizing profusely.
“I think I’ll stick to ordering takeout next time,” Innie admitted sheepishly, wiping pepper off her nose.
Minho replied, still chuckling. “But hey, at least you didn’t burn the kitchen down.” (like felix and Seungmin almost did💀)
Part-4
Minho and Innie’s love for selfies was legendary, but it also led to some epic battles over who could take the best photo.
One afternoon, they decided to have a selfie showdown. They posed, pouted, and primped in front of the camera, each trying to outshine the other.
“Let’s see who gets more likes,” Innie challenged, posting her selfie with a dramatic caption.
“Bring it on,” Minho replied, uploading hers with an equally sassy comment.
They kept refreshing their feeds, the tension mounting as the likes rolled in.
“Ha! I’m winning,” Minho announced smugly as her likes hit 100.
“Not for long!” Innie replied, quickly adding a filter to boost her numbers.
In the end, they both ended up with nearly the same amount of likes, but that didn’t stop the playful bickering.
“Next time, I’m using a puppy filter,” Innie said, sticking her tongue out.
“Sure, if you need the extra help,” Minho teased, smirking.
Part-5
Minho’s cats were her pride and joy, but Innie often had a different opinion, especially when they decided to invade her space.
One day, while Innie was trying to study, one of Minho’s cats jumped onto her lap, demanding attention.
“Unnie! Come get your cat!” Innie shouted, trying to gently push the feline off.
Minho peeked into the room, grinning. “Looks like he likes you.”
“I’m trying to work here!” Innie protested as the cat started kneading her lap.
“Oh please, you’re just mad because he didn’t come to you first,” Minho teased, scooping up the cat.
Innie huffed but secretly enjoyed the attention from Minho’s furry friend.
