Table for Two | TaeKook

Eighteen

"Ooh, I wanna play the games, Jungkookie! Pretty please~?" I pouted, pointing at the little Pac-Man game that was in front of me now.

Jungkook chuckled, handing me a dozen quarters as he excused himself to go the restroom. I quickly nodded, and allowed myself to play Pac-Man about three times. The game itself was awfully addicting — eating and escaping ghosts to get onto the next level. The only thing was that I was horrible at the game. I lost all of my lives in only the first minute of the game.

Pouting, I put in another four quarters. And when I died another. Then, sadly, all dozen of my quarters were gone. Wasted on an unbeatable, hard, difficult game such as Pac-Man. "Stupid game," I muttered, putting my finger on the little button to get coins back. But it didn't work. I looked around, noticing that Jungkook was still gone so I sat in a nearby chair.

Five minutes passed.

Then ten minutes.

Then fifteen minutes.

Then twenty minutes.

I knit my brows together, wondering why the hell Jungkook hadn't come out of the bathroom yet. I walked over to the doors and let my hand rest on the handle. I was about to pull however the door was pushed by a sweaty, red-eyed Jungkook. I didn't even notice that he had accidentally pushed me into the wall because of the force of the push but was extremely happy to see him.

Looking up, Jungkook and I locked eyes before the younger boy smiled softly. "Taehyungie, I think we should go home now... We've had our fun at the garden and the coffee shop and now the arcade. I kind of wanna go home now."

I nodded, taking his hand and leading him outside towards home. Since Jungkook had only lead me through the neighborhood, without a car must I add, I had to walk with Jungkook which made the miserable boy even more tired. We talked, laughed, and even kissed a few times on our way home, and by the time we were there, I completely forgot about the tiredness laced behind his voice back at the arcade and his red eyes and his sweaty forehead.

I dragged him into the bedroom and laid down beside him. "I love you," I whispered, burying my face in his chest. The younger boy let out a contempt sigh, smiling happily. "I love you too, my Taehyungie."