yooseung paused, blinking at jace with a frown. he hadn’t really expected for the other to take his words seriously, because he’s certain he’d said much worse things in the past. yooseung had gotten used to their back and forth banter that mocking him back was a natural response at this point. “i didn’t mean it, jesus,” he huffed out, “but you should consider eating better shit. kraft mac ‘n cheese tastes like ass.” slowly, his lips turned up in a smile. “although you’d enjoy that, wouldn’t you?”
jace feels a bit embarrassed at yooseung’s immediate dropping of his irritable mannerisms. “well, shit.” he says, feeling his cheeks turn a soft shade of pink. one hand flags down the bartender, wordlessly ordering his fourth (?) drink, while the other scratches at the back of his neck. “i didn’t know that you didn’t mean it. you seemed pretty down.” he admits sheepishly, before rolling his eyes at the banter that spills from yoo’s lips. “if you think kraft mac tastes like ass, clearly you’ve either had some shitty mac or some delicious ass.” he replies in his own indignant tone.
it only took him one glance to see that jace, with the mischievous twinkle in his eye and his shit eating grin, merely approached him to be irritating. surprisingly enough, yooseung did not have the patience tonight. when the bartender returned with his brand new glass of virgin piña colada, he took his sweet, sweet time taking a sip. he can’t stall time forever, but when he turned to look back at jace, he was a little calmer. “i’m sober because i’m classy,” he replies coolly, easing his drink back down on the counter. how the tables have turned, he thought to himself — normally, yooseung was the one getting under jace’s skin. the weird ass shift in their dynamic pissed him off even more. “which you obviously wouldn’t understand.”
jace is a bit taken by surprise. he’d been expecting that yooseung wasn’t in the mood for his antics, but the cool reply catches him off guard. “well, sheesh, yooseung,i was just fuckin’ with you.” he replies, brows lifting and lips falling into a pout. “i mean, i know i’m not classy. i’m a twenty-one-year old who plays video games for a living and thinks kraft mac ‘n cheese is a perfectly normal meal to have multiple times in a week. you don’t have to tell me i’m not.” he takes a seat now, next to the other, at the bar. “you just seemed down, and i wanted to play with ya a little. i can go if you don’t want me to stick around.”
❝ sweetheart , maybe if you stopped being so grumpy you’d at least be having a LITTLE fun ! ❞ the way she worded it was slightly more taunting than she intended , but he’d be fine. after all , it wasn’t anything he hadn’t heard before. she was always telling him to loosen up a little. ❝ honestly it’s better than talking to … some of the people here. but i thought i’d at least mingle. you should too , yeah ? spot any good-looking people ? i’m bored and i’d like a few more playthings. ❞
“nah, bein’ grumpy is the core of my personality. if i genuinely enjoyed something i might actually have an identity crisis.” he joked, running his free hand through his hair. “playthings? jeez, winnie.” jason laughed at her phrasing, brows furrowing in faux concern. “nah, i dunno about that. maybe one of those reporters are sexy? the only good-looking things i’ve seen are the hors d’oeuvres.” as if on cue, a cocktail waitress passes by. jace exchanges his empty cup for a pastry-esque snack. “what about you? got your eyes on anyone? or were you asking me in hopes i’d find one for you?”
Owen could still remember what it was like to be new to the world of e-sports, everything back then had seemed so grand and exciting, but these days he had grown jaded to the entire experience. “If that is what counts as old in your book, then I better enjoy my last eight and half months of being young.” He played, a small chuckle escaping his lips. “Nearly a decade, I really do feel old now.” He joked. “Don’t worry about me, even as a grandpa I can still take out your entire team with an ULT.”
“i’m not sayin’ thirty is old. i’m just sayin’ you haven’t even got that far!” the other backtracks, a nervous tone in his voice, but he’s aware the other seems to be in good spirits. “my bad. i’m trying to make you feel.... not old.” he laughs too, lifting his drink to his lips again while the other speaks, before puffing up his chest a little. he’s just under six feet tall, but he wants to seem bigger as he jokes around with the other. “maybe before, but who knows. this year my team might wipe out you and yours!”
excusing himself from a conversation with a reporter, yooseung moved over to the bar and placed his empty glass atop it, nodding when the bartender asked if he wanted another. after nursing his previous drink for more than an hour he felt sober again, but that was entirely the point on a day like this, despite his desire to drink his heart out and let loose. crusade x was the most sought after team — he spent eighty percent of the party smiling and speaking to journalists, and frankly? he was exhausted. silent, he waited patiently as he allowed his train of thought to still for a moment. this banquet sucked.
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jace’s evening had been... simultaneously uneventful and eventful at the same time. it seemed like the majority of both teams weren’t particularly fond of press events such as these, and yet they all plastered smiles on their faces and pretended to be anything but the rowdy gamers they all were at heart. jace was no exception to this rule, finding himself somewhat bored but not altogether hating the evening, thanks much in part to his interaction with his teammates. this changed, however, when his eyes landed on yooseung. ah, that mother fucker. the bane of his existence. normally, jace would run for the hills to avoid interaction with the other, and yet, some combination of the three malibu oranges in him and the tired look on yoo’s face gave jace the urge to be the one who annoyed him, for once. “hey dweeb.” he greets, before taking a drink, after swaggering over to be close enough to have a conversation. “you done talkin’ the reporters ears off?” he gives the other a cheeky grin, hoping his intention to get on his nerves is clear. “ugh, look at you. are you sober? how disappointing.”
“Perhaps I’m getting old, but I feel like each year I see fewer and fewer familiar faces.” Owen mused, though there was truth to his words. Compared to a lot of people here he was old, he’d been at the top of the game since it came out, and many of the players who started at the same time he did had already gone into retirement. That phase hadn’t quite hit him yet, he still was one of the most feared players in the game, though he knew one day even his own team members would be able to beat him, they were all so young, and already so talented; yet he was only getting older, soon to be past his prime. However, a part of him looked forward to that day, because it would mean he had done his job right. “Not to mention the competition always get stiffer, but I guess that helps keep an old man on his toes.” He joked, offering the other a smile.
he’ll admit he wasn’t expecting owen wu to be talking to him. regardless of their eight year age difference, owen was also the captain of crusade x, the team that rivaled his own. four years ago, he would’ve given anything to join that team — but, at the time, he was too young. seventeen then, sixteen when the team was established. he was eighteen when he was scouted for the alliance, and he had to admit he was happy there, even if he wasn’t satisfied with second place. it’ll feel better to know that he’d been on the team since the start, helped make it something so good, rather than joining a team that was already successful. “that doesn’t make you old. sheesh, dude, you’re not even thirty.” is jace’s response to the other’s remark. in his opinion, he liked to save the rivalry for the games with most crusaders. he never had an issue making friendly(ish) conversation. “it’s not because you’re, i don’t know, out of touch or whatever. it’s because esports are a billion times bigger than they were five years ago. or even three. i can’t keep up with half of it and i’m nearly a decade younger than you.” he grins at the other, a cheesy smile that is a bit awkward, assuring that, despite his snark, he’s not being unkind. “but if you wanna call yourself old so bad, yeah. stay on your toes, gramps.” at this, he sips from his drink, aware that such a taunt might shift their conversation, but he hopes the other takes it as a joke, as it’s meant to be taken.
he was far from adept with events like these , all aboard the damned bus to the seventh dimension to HELL , more like . nursing a whiskey sour in one hand , rubbing sleep deprivation out of his gaze with the other , haesung settled himself comfortably in an unsettlingly quiet corner of the venue , dimly lit , filtered shades of scarlet , purple awash on the edges . at this point , he really , really needed a chemical wash for all five senses ( actually , six , maybe he’s got a third eye , go figure ) –– maybe a second drink while he was at it . it wasn’t long before he caught movement in the corner of his vision , he paused mid-sip , gaze inquisitive , lips curling into some form of a cordial smile . ‘ sorry , this corner is taken . ’ @loginlanding
jace is truthfully wondering how long he’s obligated to stay at this event before he can bail. is it rude? would it make a scene? couldn’t he just slip out, unnoticed? well, he hopes he can make his exit soon. his clothes aren’t really comfortable, a little itchy. he’s also terrified he’s going to drop one of the countless snacks he’s been grabbing from the caterers and stain his white shirt. he’s not cut out for this life, it really isn’t. but, typical to his role in the game, he’s found himself buzzing from one teammate to the next, like a little hummingbird, hoping to boost their spirits. “oh, don’t be like that, hae!” jace has taken to calling the elder a nickname, since their birthnames were only one letter different. “we’re supposed to be having fun. everyone here is so down and it’s got me down too.” perhaps he’s whining, but it’s the truth. he wants to have a good time — he’s only on his second malibu orange, but he hopes the third will get him into better spirits. “what’s got you hiding from everyone over here anyway?”
with a sigh , winnie slid her phone into her purse. so far , she had been that one person who was sitting in a corner on their phone the entire time. no , that won’t do. she had a reputation to uphold , and if her parents overheard that winnie wasn’t doing anything the entire time she’d never hear the end of it. a disgrace , they’d call her. with that last thought , she straightened out her dress and plastered a bright smile on her face. a bright attitude. that’s what people expect from her and a bright attitude is what they shall recieve. ❝ hey stranger , ❞ she greeted playfully to a rather familiar face. ❝ enjoying the party ? ❞ winnie would hardly call this a PARTY , but she had to at least pretend like this ‘ get-together ’ was enjoyable.
it wasn’t so much that jace hated people. in fact, he was quite the people person! however, parties like this weren’t quite his scene. growing up in downtown daegu, he never encountered anything fancy, anything filled with forced smiles and firm handshakes and people watching your every move. he’d rather it be a house party, or something a bit more casual. still, in the three years he’d been playing for the alliance, he’d grown used to these situations during their rise to the top ( or , rather , their rise to second place ). he’d also grown used to the bubbly greetings from his teammate of the past two years, winnie. or so he had thought. lost in thought, her words are what bring him back to the surface, and he nearly jumps out of his skin, drink sloshing in its’ glass but never spilling. “shit.” he says, placing a hand on his chest as if to still his racing heart. “yeah. you know me. having a blast.” it’s hard to miss the sarcasm that drips from his voice. since they’d known each other a few years, winnie probably knew that jace was not fond of such functions. “what about you? living it up on your phone?”
looking around the room, seline felt uneasy. it’s not that she was anxious or nervous being in such a crowded place, no that’s far from it. she didn’t care to be here, thought it pointless. why spend a night trading fake smiles and fake laughter with people she didn’t know? i mean sure her teammates were there as well but they had seemingly vanished into the mesh of bodies, happy to enjoy a night of freedom. seline, however, was not concerned with mingling. gazing around, she accidentally locked eyes with another party goer across from where she stood.
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after being teammates with seline for two years, jace liked to think that he could, to some degree, read her facial expressions. he doesn’t think he knows her better than anyone else, or even that he knows what she’s thinking, but he’s familiar with the look on her face. she wasn’t exactly thrilled to be at this event, it seemed, and he could sympathize. when their eyes met, his face flushed a little. he hadn’t intended on staring — he was simply concerned. now, though, he’d seem like a creep. picking up his drink from the table he’d make his way across the room to his teammate, flashing her one of his signature charming smiles. “don’t tell me you’re not having fun.” he teased. “we’re supposed to be having a good time. have you even had a drink yet?” sure, she was three years his senior, but what did he care? he played support, after all, wasn’t it his job to lift everyone’s spirits?
hey lovies! the name’s binnie and i’m twenty three years old and live in gmt+9 (you can find me in south korea, if you really wanna hunt me down!). this is my grumpy and cursed son, jaesung/jason “jace” min, who plays support for the alliance. you can find more about him under the cut. please give this a heart to plot!
BASIC INFO
Name: Min Jaesung (English Name: Jason Min)
Nickname(s): Jace, J
Age:Twenty-One
Birthday: November 5th
Birth Place: Jungang-no, Daegu, South Korea
Gender: Cismale
Pronouns: He/Him, but ‘they/them’ is okay too (:
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual
Education: finished High School, enrolled in part-time University online
APPEARANCE
Height: 5′11
Build: Muscular but thin
Hair Colour: Blue, currently
Eye Colour: Dark brown
Clothing Preferences: E-boy but make it casual
Tattoos: Has a keyblade on his bicep. Yep, he’s that bitch.
Piercings: Septum
Distinguishing Features: The blue hair tbh. And his pout. It gets the fangirls watching his stream to swoon, every time.
Likes: gaming (obviously), comic books, playing guitar, dogs, energy drinks, junk food, running, lifting weights, sleeping in late, bike riding, texting
Dislikes: chewing sounds, people who talk too slowly, when his clothes dont fit properly, being sticky, a disorganized living space
GAME INFO
Position: support
Main: lucio
Secondary: mercy
Who do they play for fun: damage/widowmaker
Who are they worst at?: tank/d.va
HEADCANONS / BIO
i’m too lazy to give this a bunch of details (it’s getting pretty late here ngl) but here’s what you need to know.
we don’t have a taehyung fc so yeontan is jason’s dog claim. his dog’s name is riku (yes, like kingdom hearts. yes, he has a problem). he’s a smart and finicky dog, which suits jace’s personality.
he will flirt with anyone but when they flirt back, he takes it differently every time. sometimes he’s shook. you’re flirting with me? sometimes he’s annoyed (especially if he’s sleepy). most of the time, he’s pretty smug.
he loves loves loves gummy worms and pizza flavored pringles. his soda of choice is dr. pepper. dr. pepper is hard to find in korea. he had it for the first time in america. it’s changed his life.
his english is nativelike because he’s been going to private school his whole life in addition to public school, and it’s very colloquial because he got most of his practice while gaming.
he moved to america 3 years ago after his twitch channel got super popular and he was scouted to play e-sports in new york.
do not try honorifics with him. he will not respond to them. he’s speaking english and he lives in america and he doesn’t do the whole social heirarchy thing here.
he is actually pretty playful when he’s not being grumpy as hell. bribe him with a monster (only the green kind!! the other ones are nasty!!) or a red bull or some nachos or something and he’ll be ten times more likely to open up to you
he’s a wizard with claw machines. he has a collection of pokemon plushies in his room. only pokemons he likes tho. if he wins something he doesn’t like he gives it to a random kid at the arcade.
he’s pretty open in terms of plot so please give him some love!
