“Hey, Kim Yeo-ju, aren’t you really addicted to claw machines?”
"No, really? I have a feeling today. This machine told me. It wants to be picked."
Choi Soo-bin laughed as if she was dumbfounded, but eventually nodded at the serious expression on Yeo-ju's face.
"Okay, give it a try. I'll be there cheering you on."
“Don’t just cheer me on, give me a thousand won.”
“...I was fooled after all.”
Soobin pulled two thousand won bills from his pocket. Yeoju took a deep breath in front of the claw machine, inserted a thousand won, and slowly pressed the button.
“Right… a little further… that’s enough! Let’s go!”
The tongs grabbed the doll, and it seemed to lift... and then... thud.
“Ahhh!! We’re almost there!!”
“Hey, Kim Yeo-ju, you’re really into acting.”
"This isn't acting, it's reality. My heart is as broken as that doll's…"
Subin handed over another thousand won.
"This is the last one. If you pick this time, I'll applaud you."
"Really? If you pick this, you'll have to listen to everything I say."
“Hey, don’t change your mind.”
The heroine tried again… and this time the doll shook and then slid into the barrel.
“Whoa!! Did you see it?!”
“Wow, really? This is amazing.”
"Okay, you promised, right? I'll keep this doll, and you have to listen to me."
“That’s the condition you set.”
“I’ve already shaken hands with your palms. The deal is done.”
Soobin accepted the doll and smiled. Yeoju walked towards another game console with an excited expression.
“Let’s try a rhythm game this time. You had a lower score than me before, right?”
“I saw that on purpose.”
“Then this time, try to be sincere.”
The two stood side by side on the rhythm game console, their feet moving busily as the screen began to play. Yeoju, with a serious expression, kept up with the rhythm, while Soobin, playfully waving his arms from the side, interrupted.
“Hey, don’t interrupt! I really want to win!”
“That’s why I’m helping you win~”
"What kind of help is this! Choi Soo-bin, you really—"
In the end, both scores were tied. The female protagonist sat down, out of breath.
“But it’s still fun. Time flies when I play games with you.”
“Yeah. Kim Yeo-ju, why are you playing so well?”
“Why can’t you keep up?”
"This is provocation. Let's have a basketball game next time."
The two clapped their hands together and laughed. Even amidst the noisy noise of the arcade, their laughter flowed out clearly, blending together.