[✔] crushed // ssg crown x skt faker

02

"who are you staring at, min-ho?"

lee min-ho, or more widely known as samsung galaxy's crown, jerked in surprise when his teammate, kang chan-yong, or ambition, asked that question.

he laughed nervously. "ah, i was looking at faker..."

chan-yong clicked his tongue, eyes wandering towards the crying midlaner of sk telecom t1. a twinge of nostalgia hit him. chan-yong had been that midlaner's first ever kill in the professional scene, and now here he was, taking away the summoner's cup from sang-hyeok and his team's hands.

"this loss sure hit him hard..." chan-yong could only manage to say as he watched sang-hyeok get up and leave the stage, disappointment and sorrow evident in the midlaner's eyes.

"yeah..." min-ho agreed, a bittersweet feeling creeping up his heart. he wasn't sure if he could be happy anymore.

for some reason he wanted to hug sang-hyeok tightly and let him know that this is not the end.

despite sk telecom t1's losses this year, min-ho knew that they'd definitely come back stronger next year.

it had always been like that.

even though the kings have been dethroned, for now... they'll be back to reclaim the throne, always.

min-ho blushed slightly at his thoughts.

wow... he really looked up to sk telecom t1, huh?

"you done checking him out?" chan-yong teased, "we gotta go get our summoner's cup, y'know?"

min-ho's blush was more obvious now.

"w-what?! i wasn't checking him out!" he protested, "i was just thinking..."

"about how cute he looks when he cries? fucking sadist."

"oi, hyung! that's not-"

"whatever, lets just get the summoner's cup. man, i've been wanting to lift that thing for years..."