[✔] crushed // ssg crown x skt faker

03

after the interviews, photo sessions, and press conference were over, the celebration began.

"to us winning worlds !"

the samsung galaxy players cheered loudly as they raised their alcohol-filled glasses in the air. the whole mood was euphoric. everyone couldn't help but smile.

except min-ho who was currently attempting to look like he was having a good time.

well, he was having with his fellow members and all, but his thoughts never left sk telecom t1's midlaner faker.

min-ho couldn't get that image of faker breaking down on stage out of his head. faker was usually emotionless, or at least calm and composed, and for him to shed tears in the eye of the public...

that loss must've took so much out of him.

a lump formed in min-ho's throat, and suddenly he didn't feel like drinking another glass of beer anymore.

he was kind of sad, kind of angry, but mostly confused.

why did he care about faker, of all people, anyway?

faker was his rival, for goodness' sake! he had gotten his ass kicked by the unkillable demon king on multiple occassions already, he shouldn't be sympathizing with him!

geez. this is annoying.

was it the effects of the beer? nah, he's had those thoughts even before the team entered the bar to spend the night celebrating their victory.

he groaned.

"still thinking about him?"

chan-yong's tone was suggestive, min-ho couldn't help but roll his eyes even though the jungler was correct.

"i'm just thinking about how we're gonna get these idiots back home in one piece, hyung," he stated, referring to his already drunk teammates.

it wasn't exactly a lie though.

jae-hyuk and yong-in, the bottom lane duo ruler and corejj were holding hands, crying together and using their free hand to lift their glasses in the air, all while singing some kind of song min-ho has heard on the radio once.

"i like! du du du du du du! you like! du du du du du du! we like! du du du du du du! du du du du du du!" yelled a very delirious yong-in.

"nah man you're outdated! it's me likey, me likey likey likey, me likey likey likey that's trending now!" jae-hyuk declared angrily, causing yong-in to scowl at him.

the two drunk men began to bicker like children, much to everyone's annoyance.

"damn it, let me sing what i want!"

"your voice sucks, yong-in!"

min-ho sighed and looked at chan-yong, who wasn't exactly convinced.

"yeah suuuuuuuuuure..." the jungler narrowed his eyes, "you don't usually stay sober when we go out for drinks like this, so why the sudden change? come on, min-ho. just admit you're thinking of lee sang-hyeok again."

min-ho huffed. being the eldest, chan-yong was definitely smart enkugh to detect a (not so) lie. "fine," he reluctantly admitted, "so what if i'm thinking about him, huh?"

chan-yong chuckled. "so what isn't the question here. the question is when are you gonna grow the balls to ask him out?"

min-ho went furiously red. "i d-do not want to ask him out!"

"ugh. you can't even take a joke! what i'm trying to say is, if you're so worried about him, why don't you just approach him and say so? maybe you two can be friends?" chan-yong rolled his eyes, much like a father sighing at a son.

min-ho blinked. ah. that actually didn't sound bad. maybe he can message faker later.

he smiled. "ah, that actually took so much off my shoulders... thanks, hyung!"

chan-yong grinned. "okay so when's the wedding?"

"h-hyung! i told you i'm n-not planning to ask him out!"

"i know. geez! learn to take a joke, man."