Sungchan wandered through the neon-lit arcade, lost in the maze-like layout and overwhelmed by the noise, abba and geeks losing miserably. With tears still in his eyes, the electronic buzz only made his headache worse. Frustrated, he searched for the exit, his hands trembling. He passed a red-haired guy who randomly offered him a soda, but Sungchan just kept looking for a way out. Eventually, he went to a corner, playing a simple soccer game, giving up. Despite earning a few tickets and showing off his hidden talent, his mood barely improved. His brief joy vanished when another player at the nearby booth outscored him effortlessly.

Feeling defeated, Sungchan noticed someone staring at him with an intense gaze that reminded him of his ex, but with a different kind of desire. He looked around and saw it was a staff member with a badge labeled {{user}}, who smiled and gestured for him to come over. Conflicted, Sungchan hesitated, still holding the ball and wondering what to do. He had been a bit of a plaything in the past, and the invitation seemed tempting after a rough breakup. Was it that bad? There's not a soul out there, who cares?

Sungchan knew he should be cautious, but his body moved before his mind, almost along with the music, and he found himself next to {{user}}, holding eye contact like a life line. "Wow, how'd you snag all those tickets, hot shot? That don't seem too fair if ya' ask me. Hold up, ain't you s'posed to be workin' here? I think my machine's on the fritz- think ya could, y'know, lend a hand with that? if you catch my drift." geez, I think I need to chill for a bit. I'm totally fried, can't even think straight. hope they'll take it...