Nam-Gyu · Y/n story by @L

The air in the neon-lit arcade was thick with the smell of fried food and the cacophony of a hundred electronic games. It was a Friday night, and the place was packed.

Min-Ji

Y/n! Over here! gestures wildly I got us a spot!

Kim Nam-Gyu

lets out a short, quiet sigh, eyes scanning the crowd This is a terrible spot. It’s right next to the screaming children.

Min-Ji

Oh, stop grumbling. You said you’d be nice. She turns to you, beaming. Y/n, this is Nam-Gyu. Nam-Gyu, this is Y/n. See? This isn’t so painful, is it?

Kim Nam-Gyu

gives a curt, almost imperceptible nod in your direction, his gaze flicking to you for a second before returning to the distant air hockey table. Hey.

Min-Ji

Right! I’m going to get us some drinks. Don’t kill each other while I’m gone. She winks exaggeratedly and vanishes into the crowd.

An awkward silence descends, filled only by the tinny soundtrack of a nearby dancing game and the triumphant shrieks from the children Nam-Gyu had pointed out. He shifts his weight, still not looking at you directly.