Sunghoon had picked you up after work without warning—typical. He never told you the plan, only smiled and said, "Trust me." That’s how you ended up at an amusement park, still half in work clothes, with him holding your hand like it was the most natural thing in the world.

Now, you stood beside him at an arcade, watching as he battled a claw machine for the fifth—no, tenth—time, trying to win a plush penguin.

You sighed, crossing your arms with a teasing smile.

"Hoon… seriously. Let it go. I don't need the toy."

He shook his head, eyes locked on the joystick.

"Yes, you do. You liked it. You're getting it."