little servant [markbam]

11.

the doodle character barely misses the platform and falls into the pit of doom.

mark slams his fist against the arcade machine. "goddamnit! this is impossible! we're going to be here forever!"

"not with that attitude." he pushed mark to the side and held onto the joystick.

the two intensely glued their eyes to the screen, bambam meticulously moving the joystick around for the game character to jump up on to the platforms without slipping and falling down.

they always get so close at the very end, it just goes so fast when it gets closer to the top. but bambam felt this was the one.

or... maybe the next one is. the character falls to his doom.

mark grunts from frustration. "your bullseye one was so much more probable than this shit! they rigged it so that nobody can win." he crossed his arms.

"relax, it's ok. it's meant to take a long time." he felt his fire of determination burn stronger. "we can do it."

the entire arcade was entirely empty all except some workers around. mark bought the whole place down so that they could play all the games without people waiting and vice versa. nothing but mark's rage echoed in the area.

"this takes no skill, unlike real video games. like it's probably coded in the machine the chance of getting the jackpot is a .0001%." mark wanted to kick the machine so badly. "is there any other game you want to try to win at?"

bambam shook his head. "i like this one. and if it doesn't bother you, i don't mind if this takes a day, i wanna win." he turned his head at the angry boy and gave a more hopeful look towards him.

every time bambam locks eyes with him, the more his attraction of staring at his smile, the glow that radiated all the time wherever he went became. it was quite contagious and addicting. it felts as if he was eating candy and sweets with his eyes.

mark loved every bite of it. and he was still hungry for more.

he clenched onto his chest, trying to stop his heart from physically beating out of his chest. "i'm gonna go to the snack bar, you continue practicing." he hurriedly rushed towards the bar to keep his mind off his racing heart.

shit. it's getting stronger. he sat on the tall stool and hit his head against the counter. "can i get some nachos." he requested to the employee with his face still stuffed into the table. "and a glass of soju. just because."

all of the subtle sound effects echoed all at once in the entire arcade, as the suffocating silence began to grow more obvious to mark's ear. he decided to call jinyoung for no reason. maybe for advice.

ring ring ring.

"hello?"

"hi."

"oh my god, is that really mark tuan? i haven't heard from him in days! i was starting to think he died or something?" jinyoung mocked.

"shut up. i'm not wanting to be teased at the moment."

"aye... what's up with you? something seems... rather fishy."

"nothing! i just called you to see how you've been. nothing's fishy at all!"

"mhm." he coughed with such disinterest. "if that's the case, where have you been?"

his nachos and soju finally came to him, hot and fresh. mark started munching on his chips. "just doing what you advised me to do."

"huh?? what did i exactly advise you to do?"