𝐖𝐄 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐘, 𝖺 𝗀𝗅𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝖻𝗎𝗆

minho and bea arguing worse than a married couple🧟

"Hey, that could make a really good movie name – All hail the Captain of the Eight Knot Winds." Bea withdraw her hand from saluting.

The group chuckled again, amused by Bea's movie title suggestion. Minho, still playing up his character, chimed in.

"I call the role of the rugged and sarcastic first mate who has a crush on the captain."

"Nope. I have a girlfriend." Thèrèse smirked and Teresa smiled proudly.

The group laughed at Thèrèse' response, and Minho feigned disappointment. "Damn, guess I'll just have to settle for the role of the comedic relief then."

Gally, seeing an opportunity to keep the banter going, joined in. "Hey, I call the part of the wise and grumpy old sailor who always has a secret stash of alcohol."

"And I'm Elsa!" Thomas said dramatically, leaning up against the railing and sang out to the ocean. "The past is in the past! I'm free! Let it go! Let it go!"

The group erupted into laughter as Thomas comically sang out to the ocean. Gally joined in, adding to the silliness. "Oh, great. I guess that makes me Olaf, the loveable snowman."

Minho, unable to contain his laughter, continued the banter. "Alright, if Gally is Olaf, who does that make me? The handsome Prince Charming?"

Frypan, still chuckling, added his own suggestion. "Oh, you wish. You'd be more like the dopey sidekick."

"No, you're Hans whom Anna punched at the end of the movie. And I'm Anna." Bea said sarcastically.

The group doubled over with laughter, appreciating the analogy. Minho, amused, defended himself. "Hey, no fair! I don't want to be the villain. Can I at least be Kristoff, the ruggedly handsome ice salesman?"

"Ew no, if you're Kristoff and I'm Anna then we have to be in love." Bea grimaced.

Minho pretended to be offended, dramatically throwing a hand over his heart. "Excuse me? You're not honored to be in love with me? Have you seen these muscles?"

"I have my own muscles." Bea said uninterested.

Minho, unable to counter Bea's remark, jokingly flexed his arms. "Alright, fair point. But can your muscles sing and tell hilarious jokes?"

"No, but it can flex when I want to punch you." Bea replied bluntly.

Minho clutched his chest in mock horror. "Wow, that was cold, Bea. I might need some ointment for that burn. But hey, at least my muscles can take a hit, unlike yours."

"You can't even take a hit on girls." Bea said, scoffing.

Minho's eyes widened in mock offense. "Hey now, that's low. I'll have you know I can take on girls just fine. I just choose not to. It's called being a gentleman."

Bea snorted, before looking at him mockingly surprised. "G-g-g– what? What's that? G-gentleman?"

Minho exaggeratedly placed a hand on his heart, feigning hurt. "Hey now, show some respect! A gentleman is a rare and noble breed. We open doors, pull out chairs, and resist the urge to respond sarcastically."

"You never open doors for me? And you only pulled out chairs so I could fall on the floor." Bea pointed out with a sharp look.

Minho feigned innocence. "Me? Never! I would never pull out a chair just to watch you fall. That's just a coincidence. As for opening doors, I thought you were capable of opening your own doors, strong muscle girl."

"Okay, that's a point." Bea said, "But what if my hands are full?"

Minho paused for a moment, feigning contemplation. "Well, in that case, I suppose I could open the door for you. But only because I'm such a gentleman. Not because I want to, mind you."