𝐖𝐄 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐘, 𝖺 𝗀𝗅𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝖻𝗎𝗆

minho telling an interesting story💥

Teresa looked at herself in the mirror, getting ready for dinner with the others at Vicky and Matt's place.

"Hurry up!" Harriet called from outside.

"Almost ready!" She called back, running a brush through her unruly curls. She was wearing a simple black dress that hugged her slim figure.

She did a quick check on her makeup, making sure everything was perfect, before hurrying downstairs.

"About time. We're starving here!" Minho exclaimed when she entered the living room.

"Sorry, sorry." She held up her hands, "Blame my hair." She jokingly pointed at her unruly locks.

"Hair or no hair, you were taking forever." Gally said, leaning back on the couch.

"Alright, gather round, help me in the kitchen!" Frypan exclaimed, holding up his spatula.

"But I'm on the last page of my book!" Sonya complained.

"No complaining!" Frypan shot back, "You and your books, seriously."

"Fine," Sonya grumbled, "But somebody better remember my page."

Bea opened the front door, jogging inside the house. "Hello, hello, hello." She still had her long red coat with a long dress underneath.

"There you are!" Minho called out jokingly. "We thought you got lost or something."

Bea waved before settling down on the dining table. "Where were you, by the way?" Gally asked curiously, eyeing her red coat.

"Oh, just running some errands." Bea said vaguely. She shrugged off her red coat, revealing the dress underneath.

"You look nice." Sonya commented, taking note of the dress.

"Thanks." Bea smiled, fiddling a bit with her dress.

Frypan entered the dining room with a big bowl of mashed potatoes and set it on the table. "Alright, time for dinner!"

Excited murmurs went around the table as they settled down in their seats. The conversation was light and laughter filled the room. Minho was in the middle of telling a story, waving his fork wildly.

"Dude, put that thing down." Nico grumbled.

"Sorry, sorry." Minho put his fork down, "Anyway, this guy was standing in front of me-"

"Is this story really necessary?" Frypan questioned.

"Yes, just shut up and let him finish the story." Gally said.

"Thank you." Minho flashed Gally a smirk. "Anyway, this guy standing in front of me-"

"We get that there was a guy, Minho. You keep repeating it every thirty seconds." Harriet snarked.

"Hey, I'm trying to get the suspense going." Minho retorted.

"Just tell us who the guy was for god's sake." Frypan said impatiently.

"Ugh, fine, I'll skip to the end." Minho relented.

"Good, because I was losing my patience." Bea said.

Everyone else nodded in agreement, clearly eager to hear the end of the story. Minho dramatically cleared his throat.

"Anyways, this guy-" He began once again.

"Oh my god! Get to the point already!" Sonya exclaimed.

"Geez, I was getting there." Minho said, holding up his hands in surrender.

"Just spit it out." Gally said, shaking his head.

"Alright, alright, alright, don't have a cow." Minho said before finally continuing, "This guy was standing in front of me, and-"

Bea slammed her fork down, "Oh for the love of god, Minho just tell us!"

Minho raised an eyebrow at Bea, amused by her enthusiasm. "Jeez, who's the impatient one now?"

"Well, you've been talking for the past fifteen minutes and we still don't know who this guy is." Luke said, joining in the conversation.

"Fine, fine, I'll get to the point." Minho said, rolling his eyes playfully. "So like I said, this guy was standing in front of me."

There was a collective groan from the others. "Yeah, yeah, we know that, just get to the point." 

"Alright, geez, I'm getting there. Just stop interrupting, will ya?" Minho chuckled.

The others sat back, feigning impatience, but clearly enjoying Minho's dramatic storytelling.

"Okay, so this guy was standing in front of me and..." Minho paused for dramatic effect. Everyone leaned in, waiting eagerly to hear the climax of the story.

They all stayed silent.

"And he asked me for the time." Minho finished, grinning.

"You- the guy just asked for the time?!" Sonya exclaimed, exasperated.

"Yep, that's it." Minho's grin widened, clearly enjoying their reactions.

"Seriously, that's the end of the story?" Gally asked, shaking his head in disbelief.

The others groaned. Bea laughed heartily.

"Oh come on, it was a good story, right?" Minho chuckled, pleased at her reaction.

"No, it was terrible," Nico replied dryly, though there was a hint of amusement in his eyes.

Minho shrugged, still smiling. "Hey, you guys laughed, so I call it a success."

"We didn't laugh. Bea did." Harriet deadpanned.

Minho shrugged again, "Same-same, whatever. At least someone appreciated my story."

"Oh, shut up, Fry. You're just jealous because my stories are so entertaining." Minho said, throwing a piece of bread at Frypan, who dodged it effortlessly.

"Hey! Don't throw that bread!" Bea scolded.

"Sorry, sorry." Minho held his hands up in surrender, trying to suppress his laughter.