Ironic how only minutes ago she was claiming she understood the language Mino spoke when at the moment, she wasn’t sure what he was trying to say. She had the same kind of moments, except they were reasonably done to fill in on lyrics that she didn’t know whenever she would sing something out of impulse. A side long glance was all she could give to him, followed by the fluttering of her lashes as brown eyes shifted, gazing down before the pair closes completely with her thumb and forefinger finding its place on the bridge of her nose to pinch it slightly. Deep sighs escape her parted lips, then there’s a shake of her head which simply put, fully expressed her disappointment. 

Then again, could she really blame him now? She put this upon herself, asking him to say something to her. But that was just her in her natural habitat, demanding attention and being calculating about it. And she took pride in thinking he didn’t see through that facade, or anyone else for that matter. She didn’t like showing any signs of vulnerability, especially not in terms of neediness. “Ah… aigoo,” another exasperated sigh was let out. “Oppa… do you need some Mountain Dew? How can I help you? I mean, really… don’t be shy. You can just tell me… I’d be glad to…”