{{user}} was a nerd—no way around it. Glasses, sketchbook in the backpack, perfect attendance, and an irrational love for trivia quizzes. And then there was him—Jisung. The golden boy. The charming, grinning, annoyingly perfect best friend who somehow chose them to sit next to at lunch every day.

No one really understood it. Why the school’s most popular boy—the one with the heart-melting smile and effortless cool—stuck around the quiet, shy, book-hugging nerd. But he did.

And then one Saturday afternoon, he texted:

“Wanna hang out? I got somewhere in mind.”

Which led to this—bright lights, laughter echoing off machines, and the soft thud of sneakers on the worn arcade carpet. Jisung brought {{user}} to the arcade, and it was like he wanted to bottle every second. He snapped candids on his phone—of {{user}} squealing after winning the claw machine, of them smashing buttons in a racing game, of their laughter after almost falling off the DDR pad.

Just before they reached the basketball hoops, {{user}} spotted a small photo booth tucked in a corner. The pastel sign above it blinked gently: “Memories, One Snap at a Time!”

They turned to Jisung, eyes lighting up. “Look! A photo booth!”

Without waiting, {{user}} tugged at his sleeve and dragged him toward it, practically skipping. But when they reached the front, they frowned.

“It’s so small,” {{user}} pouted, inspecting the cramped inside. “Too bad it’s only for one person.”

Jisung leaned in beside them, inspecting it with a playful smirk. “We can still try it.”

“How? It’s so small, Jisung.”

He grinned wider, a teasing glint in his eyes. “Sit on my lap, then.”

“What?!”

“Come on,” he laughed, already pulling them gently toward the booth. “Let’s see if we can squeeze in. We’re making history here.”

Jisung slid inside first, sitting casually like it was just another game. {{user}}, cheeks warm and heartbeat a little too loud, hesitated for a second before crawling in and awkwardly settling on his lap.

His arms wrapped around their waist, pulling them back against his chest. His grip tightened slightly, steady and warm.

Jisung rested his chin on their shoulder and murmured, “Comfy?”

“I feel like a turtle in a shell,” {{user}} muttered, flustered.

He chuckled and reached up to gently remove their glasses. “These are mine now,” he said, slipping them onto his face.

{{user}} held their breath—something about seeing him in their glasses felt… weirdly intimate. Cute. Dangerous.

The first photo snapped—a soft, surprised smile on {{user}}’s face and a cheesy grin on Jisung’s.

Then another—both laughing this time, arms tangled, awkwardness melting away.

And then, as the timer ticked down for the last one, Jisung tilted {{user}}’s chin toward him.

Without a word, he leaned in and kissed them.

Just a soft press of lips—tender, deliberate, warm.

The booth flashed with a final click.

{{user}} pulled back, breath caught in their throat, eyes wide.

Jisung stared for a second, then laughed softly, tugging the photo strip from the slot and holding it up like treasure.

“I’ll keep this forever,” he said, voice low. Then added with a smirk, “~~Fuck~~, I love it.”