You Are Mine

Arcades

"Ha! Beat that!"

"Yes! I won!"

"Ya! Stop cheating!"

"Nooooo!"

I jump up and down in celebration pumping my fists into the air.

"That was just beginners luck. I bet if we played again I'd win." Suga scoffs.

"Yeah, whatever, you said that five games ago." I laugh.

"Aish. Whatever. The game is probably broken, let's play on something else." Suga says and pulls my arm and walks down the aisle of game machines.

"Let's play on this hockey table! I bet I will win this time." He smirks as he leads me to another hockey table.

I sigh.

"Really? Again?" I ask.

"Yes, again. Wait, I'm going to have to get some change, wait here."

Before I can say anything he rushes off.

I can remember the last time I was at the arcades.

My Mum was pushing the pram with my baby brother in it and my Dad was winning every game he tried. I think I was twelve years old. A few months before the incident happened.

I quickly wipe the few tears that managed to get through with my sleeves.

I look around to get my mind off things.

My eyes wander around aimlessly at the arcade machines until I see a particular claw machine.

I quickly run up to it and press my face on the glass.

It is a big claw machine with lots of big pikachu teddies inside! I love Pokémon even though it's not the best anime as it was pretty much my whole childhood.

And you've guessed it. Pikachu is my favourite Pokemon.

I fumble around in my pockets until I find a few coins. I slot them into the machine and grab the knob stick. I aim for the one in the right corner. Up. Right. Right. Right. Bingo!

I slam the button down. I watch the claw go down. My heart beats in my chest loudly. The claw grabs the pikachu..and lifts it up!

I squeal and clasp my hands together tightly. I can't believe I've-oh. The pikachu falls out of the claws grasp.

I knew these games were cons!

"Aish you're doing it all wrong." I turn around to see Suga beside me.

Was he watching me the entire time?

"Here, let me have a go." He says ushering me out of the way.

"Pfft. As if you could win on one of these when you can't even win at table hockey!" I scowl still ticked off that I didn't win a pikachu.

I really wanted that pikachu.

I watch him push a coin into the slot.

He pushes the knob stick. Up.Up. Right. Right.

I look at his face. I hold back a giggle. His concentration face is so funny. His eyebrows are furrowed and his tongue is slightly out.

I watch the claw go down again and grasp the pikachu to pull it back up again.

"See?" Suga smiles.

"Hmph. It'll fall in a second." I say crossing my arms.

We both watch the claw go back to the box with the pikachu.

The pikachu drops into the box and Suga bends down and picks it up.

"You were saying?" He smirks.

"Well..umm..I"

"I guess you can have this." He says handing me the big pikachu teddy.

"What? Really?" I ask hugging the pikachu tightly.

"Sure."

I smile at him happily.

No one has ever won me a pikachu before. Not even my Dad.

"Thank you, Yoongi." I say nuzzling the pikachu.

He rubs the top of my head and messes my hair up.

"No problem."

"Ya! Why would you do that? Jerk!"

"Aish, I just won you a pikachu and you're calling me a jerk?"

"You shouldn't have messed up my hair then!"

"Then I will be having that pikachu back then."

He tugs at my pikachu.

"No. No. No. No. Please, don't!" I plead hugging the pikachu.

"Only if you call me oppa." He smirks.

"No!" I say stubbornly.

"Fine then, give me back the pikachu." He says grabbing the pikachu out of my arms.

"But-" I whine.

"No buts, it's mine now." He grins and walks away.

"Ya! You look like a goof hugging a huge pikachu!" I shout after him.

He just waves back at me.

I scowl and run after him.

"Wait!" I tug onto his sleeve to make him stop.

"Hmm?" He asks pretending to be oblivious.

"O-oppa." I say quietly.

"What? I didn't quite hear you." He teases.

"Oppa!" I shout.

I quickly wrap a hand around my mouth as people around us look at us weirdly.

"A deal is a deal." He pushes the pikachu into me and I quickly hold onto it.

"What do you say?" He asks cockily.

"Thank you.....oppa." I say.