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"Score!" Orea yelled gleefully while Myung gaped at his screen. They were at the arcade where Orea had defeated him tne times in a row at a multiplayer shooting game.

"You\'re cheating!" he claimed. "I want a rematch."

"You lost ten times!" she protested. "The eleventh isn\'t gonna be any different."

"I\'m sure you\'re cheating!"

"I\'m just better than you."

She shrugged in a matter of fact way. Myung scowled at her. He was a regular patron of the arcade corner. They owners knew him and they did not care if he was bunking class as long as he paid them. It was comparatively a large arcade gaming center with various games ranging from pacman to racing games. There were also mini sports corners like golf and foosball at one end of the room while a billiards table lay at the center.

The ambience of the room was mostly red and orange. The lights were dimmed and inside, the place smelt a little damp but it was bearable.

"Let\'s play something else," he said.

"So that I can beat you in that one too?" she groaned. "Why are we here anyway?"

"To have fun of course!" Myung claimed.

"I can have fun at home all by myself with my BTS oppas and computer," Orea muttered. "Socializing is such a drag."

"You sound like a NEET," Myung remarked.

Orea did not comment but was now eyeing the claw crane which stood only a few meters away from them. Myung was looking the other way, thinking of what to play.

"We can play the bike game-"

He turned around to find Orea had disappeared. Peering around, he saw her at the claw crane. Her eyes were on the machine, completely focusing on the claw which she was controlling.

"What are you doing-" he began but she shushed him as she directed the claw towards a pink rabbit.

"You can\'t get that," Myung scoffed. "It\'s too far and it\'ll fall off."

But Orea was determined to get it. She suddenly lowered the claw, its edge hitting the toy so that it fell sideways. The claw opened and grabbed the toy completely in its clutches before dropping it in the counter through which Orea took it out.

"I won!" she exclaimed. Myung was dumbfounded.

"How?" It was all he asked.

"I understand machines better than most people," she shrugged. "Now which game to conquer…"

But Myung had enough. No matter which game they played, Orea would beat him by a landslide.

"Let\' just grab lunch," he suggested. "There\'s a restaurant I frequent. They know me there."

"Cool, but you\'re paying," Orea said. "I\'m saving up for a new gaming console."

Myung simply shrugged and led the way. Orea followed him outside and they reached the street. Myung had brought his bike with him. He ordered his bodyguards to stay away that day and despite their protests, he managed to ward them off. Getting onto the bike, he handed her the extra helmet.

Orea put on the helmet and settled behind him. She put her hands on his shoulders for support. Myung blushed under his helmet upon her touch.

Stop it! He scolded himself. Don\'t think too much about this weirdo.

Orea did not seem to notice his blush so he revved up the bike and they sped off. All throughout the journey, Myung tried to keep the speed steady. He had a tendency to ride his bike at full speed but for the first time, he had a girl riding it with him. Most girls he knew were afraid of his bike and they did not dare to ride it with him.

"How far is this restaurant?" Orea asked over the whiplashes of the air.

"Not far!"

He took a turn, heading uptown. A few minutes later, he pulled up in front of a skyscraper.

"The restaurant is on the top floor," he said as he took off his helmet but Orea was staring at the building. She could not even see the uppermost floor amidst those clouds!

"You\'re treating me to lunch here?" she exclaimed. "This is the most expensive place in town!"

The restaurant he was talking about turned out to be Locos, the most upscale dinery in town. It was a place for the topmost elites in the society and not everyone could walk into the place. They were picky with their bookings, allowing only the creme de la creme of the country to dine there. A single booking there went through a process which could last for days as the restaurant verified all the data given to them. There were very few regular customers at the restaurant due to their strict policies but the prices were so exorbitant that it did not matter to the owners. They would only serve the top class.

"I\'m a regular here," Myung shrugged. "Let\'s go."

"Like this?" Orea asked, pointing at her school uniform. "They won\'t let a student enter this place!"

"They will if you\'re with me," Myung said. He grabbed her hand and to her shock, put it around his arm. "Let\'s go."

He pulled her into the restaurant where they were greeted by a valet. Myung handed him the bike keys and continued to pull Orea inside. She was nervous about entering the place but Myung was half dragging her there.

"Don\'t be scared," he assured her. They were passing by a series of servers who were bowing at them with respect.

If only that was the issue here, she thought in dismay.

"Master Lee."

A server came up to them and for a brief moment, glanced at Orea before addressing Myung.

"Your table is ready, sir," the server said. Myung nodded and led Orea to the elevator. The server gave Orea a reproachful look which was not missed by her.

Uh oh.

Myung noticed that she was strangely nervous. She was not this scared even during the trip to his mansion nor when she found out that he was the PM\'s son. But why was she so scared now?

Downstairs, the server who had just catered to them, took out his phone to dial someone\'s number. A hoarse voice answered him from the other end.

"Sir, I\'m afraid I have something to report to you," the server said. "It seems that Ms. Orea is bunking school and has arrived at Locos with a friend. A male friend. Also…"

He sighed before revealing, "Her friend is the son of Prime Minister Lee."