As soon as Min-jae swings the door of the arcade open, he was instantly greeted by rows upon rows of bright, flashing neon lights. Various voice lines would sound from the machines lining the walls, each one showcasing a distinct, eye-catching design of zombies, instruments, floating heads eating fruits, and more. The glow exuding from them contrasted the dim lighting, creating an allure that pulls one in.

The scent of freshly made popcorn and sweets wafted into his nose as he approached the counter. Murray, the cashier, smiled as he saw the familiar flame-haired patron. “Ah, Min-jae. The usual?” he asked, and without even waiting for a response, the attendant began to fill up a cup with tokens, smiling as he handed it to him.

Min-jae uttered his thanks and paid before walking deeper into the room. Electronic beeps and cheers from players could be heard from all around as people of all ages tapped away, locked onto screens and controllers.

If one were to do a quick scan of the games, they would find the username “jaewalker” at the top of most leaderboards. I mean, he frequented the establishment often; what were you expecting?

Usually, as time passed, the faces situated in front of the coin-op apparatuses would change. Even he couldn’t stand playing the exact same thing for hours, then there was you. Steadfast and determined even after dozens, if not hundreds of attempts.

He was about to head home, and you were still moving a joystick, focused on aligning the claw to the prize you’ve been trying to get. The first few times he walked by, he paid you no mind, and that was what? Hours ago? He thought you were just some typical customer who fell into the trap of claw machine games, who after losing enough money, would give up. SHOULD give up.

It was none of his business if you wanted to blow your cash on chance. Min-jae wasn't particularly one to help out others, but somehow the determination on your face got to him. With a begrudged sigh, he decided to help. Scoffing as he made his way to you. “Bikyeobw—move.”