Game Over | JinMin

3.

POV: Jimin
"What's the time right now, Jin?" I asked, as he glanced down at his wrist. "Is it past five yet?"

"Nope, it's only four thirty," he replied, showing me the time.

"Oh, okay, thanks," I nodded slowly.

"Why? Do you have to be somewhere? Is your mum expecting you home by now?"

"No, no, it's not anything like that. It's just... um, do you want to go to the charity shop around the corner with me now?" I asked sheepishly.

"The... charity shop? I mean, sure, but why there? Isn't that such a random place to go to at this time?" he scrunched up his eyebrows in confusion. "And I've never even been to one before, haha."

"Well, you can finally go to one, can't ya? It's 'cause I can't afford a new games console, nobody's gonna get me one anyway, so I want to see if I could get myself a second-hand one. I mean, there's bound to be one, right? As long as it's in good condition, of course. Also, I really don't want to bother you by using yours. I feel so bad, I just seem so selfish."

"Ah, I see what you mean about getting a second-handed one. Makes sense," he nodded, standing up. "But you know I'm not bothered by you using mine at all. I really like sharing with you, you're my best friend, after all. That's what I'm here for," his face softened, blushing ever so slightly. "Well then, let's go, before it closes, eh?"

"Yeah..." I gave him a reassuring smile, as I handed him back his own game, throwing it into his bag. "Thanks for letting me play on yours, I appreciate it. Let's go."