"y/n, stop playing. it's time to go home," your boyfriend said to you in an annoyed
tone. "hang on," you replied. you alternated pressing two different buttons while moving a joystick around. "come on, so close" you mumbled but threw your hands up when you used up your last life on a video game, "what the hell was that?!" you exclaimed in anger.
"i'm turning the machine off now," Jimin said to you. "wait! one more round! please, babe!" you pleaded. i've been trying to close up for thirty minutes! no more! you can come by tomorrow," Jimin said to you and turned the machine off.
"but you don't work tomorrow, which means i can't play for free," you whined and Jimin kissed you. "that didn't make me feel better," you said to him with a clear pout on your face. it wasn't supposed to make you feel better, it was supposed to make you shut up so we can go home," Jimin said to you.
he dragged you away from the machine and out of the arcade. he locked the door while you crossed your arms and pouteed again. "you're going to need glasses soon if you
keep staring at those screens. you play video games way too often," he said to you and grabbed your hand and made you uncross your arms.
"come on, let's go home." "i wanna play some more," you whined. "you're such a little kid sometimes," he rolled his eyes at you.
"you can play more games when we get home," he said and you two started walking. "what do you want for dinner?" you shrugged your shoulders, "i don't know. i'll just make something once i see what's in the fridge." "and what if i told you that all i have at my apartment is ramen?" he asked.
"less cooking time." you said and both of you laughed. "let's go buy some groceries and eat something better than ramen," he said and you nodded.
