Jungkook moved forward through the arcade with deliberate, measured steps, his body cutting through the space between him and Alyra with purposeful determination, the red cherry-colored scarf still clutched tightly in his right hand, his eyes never leaving her figure as he approached.

But Alyra was completely absorbed in what she was doing. Her entire focus was concentrated exclusively on the claw machine in front of her, her hands gripping the worn controls with familiar expertise and practised precision, her eyes tracking the mechanical claw as it descended with jerky, uncertain movements toward the plushie she'd been pursuing with determined concentration.