#meiils

seongyi stands there, unamused as he watches the young girl fail at winning the race yet again. for the milliionth time it seems, she slaps down another 2,000₩ before he winds the game up again, resetting the horse target to the start. at this point, there’s not much holding back the small eyerolling and grimaces he has after the numerous times he’s watched her lose at the water gun race. 

he’ll admit, it was fun the first few times around watching how determined she was to win despite her aim being horrific. but when that incessant flame refused to die and she continued going and going, even after the amount of others had come to join and leave with their own smaller prizes… it seemed she just wasn’t satisfied with winning a small prize.

he’s lost count of the amount of times she’s tried at this point. sure it was a pretty buck out of her sheer will power not to lose. but was it really worth the cost? with the amount of money she spent, seongyi was sure she could’ve bought something much nicer of much better quality too somewhere else. 

so when seongyi finally hears the bell of victory ring a big ‘ding!’ he immediately perks up to see that she did it.

“congratulations miss,” seongyi says, doing his best to offer an encouraging smile and delighted tone. “what prize would you like to claim for your win?”