#* ask;

☾ ☄ ☽ ╾ Mina glance up from her cell phone with a quirked brow, but a small laughs bubbles up out of her. “What? Are you trying to say that’s you, unnie? Would that make me the beautiful cinnamon roll, too good for this world, too pure?” She smiled sweetly, setting her device down as she leaned against the table towards Hani, biting her lip.

“Oh my goodness… I can one hundred, no, one thousand percent confirm this statement.”

“I’m blushing but I’m going to have to deny! There’s no way I’m the cutest!!”

☾ ☄ ☽ ╾ Pregnant? What kind of assumption was this? Or was this some type of insult. Mina stared oddly at Byunghun, knitting her brows inward. “Excuse me?” She turned her body towards him, a sour expression on her face, but also a slight pout. Looking down at her stomach, there was a bit of a bump, but there was no way she was pregnant. She’s never been close to doing such things that would even have such things occur. “Have you ever heard of a food baby? Because I did have a rather fulfilling lunch.”

☾ ☄ ☽ ╾ This was a bit odd. She hardly knew the fella in front of her. Didn’t know his name, age, where he came from. Nothing. All she knew was that she was too young to be getting married. Well, hearing the words ‘marry me’ was nothing new to hear. Numerous of fans at fan signs and even out in public would ask this. She never took it seriously. And now was one of those times. Mina gaze flickered between the guy and the ring-pop in his hand, folding her arms over chest with a brow quirked. “But it’s not strawberry flavored… And even if it was, I don’t think I would be able to accept it.” To be kind, she gave him a smile and a small bow, though after straightening back up, she poked her finger to the middle of his forehead with a light laugh.