❇ ⁞  game room

@○ ⁞ jinyoung b 。 does he ? mayhaps, so. nene has never seen anyone play so badly before. then again, she's only ever seen a handful of people play in the game room. most of the time, it's the same people playing the same game. she'll give jinyoung points for trying, though. "i suppose you can say that." the girl takes a seat beside him, staring curiously at the screen. "i've never played this one before, though. it's it like one of those survival games?"

@○ ⁞ nene 。 with one flimsy mistake, it happened again. jinyoung lost and this time he barely lasted past the first round. at the very least, his last play time consisted of him reaching the level before the final leg of the game. even if it was by brute force and an absence of any pure strategy. he had his headphones on so he couldn't hear the girl's comment about his strategy (or lack thereof), but he could definitely feel her presence there. he takes the headphones off, glancing at her with the raise of an eyebrow. "oh man i really at this game." he says, sighing. the girl seemed curious, with the way she was observing the game and he can't help but be curious if she plays it as well. "are you any better?" he asks, turning the chair to face her.

@○ ⁞ jinyoung b 。 nene isn't that much of a fan of video games but she's good. perhaps, it's because of how she logically and strategically plays; the girl liked to think about her every move before actually executing them in-game. albeit infrequently, she /does/ visit the game room and today, she thought it would be a perfect time to do so. she's surprised when she sees someone playing especially during a weekend. usually the students would've liked to stay indoors and rest, the week being a little taxing for all of them. silently, nene approaches the boy, peering over his shoulder. "wow, that's a bad move," she didn't mean to comment but she did anyway, her head cocking to the side as she tries to observe how this boy plays his game.

@○ ⁞ nene 。 "damn it," jinyoung mutters while a "k.o." sign flashes on the computer screen. he sighs and takes the headphones off his ears, trying to stretch his stiff neck after playing one round. games were never his forte, but that didn't stop him from trying to win every single time. and every time he'd come out a sore loser, like he just did. he gets up and orders a bottle of calpis from the vending machine before coming back to the gaming computer. he's ready to play and win another round, maybe this will be his lucky round.

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woong wasn't particularly good at most things, but he wasn't bad at them, either. at least, that's what he told himself when he said he'd practice playing foosball. he had denied any help from anyone else, insisting that he wanted to practice by himself. of course, then it wasn't really good practice, but he was determined nonetheless.

setting the ball into the table, woong's brows furrowed slightly and his tongue poked out from between his lips, concentration written into his very being. the first few hits were fine. the ball went from one side of the table to the other, and woong was able to stop the ball from going into the goal. he was proud of himself.

it was that pride that would befall him. in his excitement, woong cheered, spinning one of the poles of little men so hard and fast, that when the feet of one of the men made contact with the ball, it went soaring through the air. woong watched with wide eyes as the ball flew directly into someone's cup, drink splashing everywhere. he gasped, and immediately ran to the other person.

"oh my gosh, im so sorry! i didnt mean it. are you okay? is your cup okay?" another gasp left the boy's lips. "is the drink okay?"