Bf!T1 reacting to you visiting them at the T1 Headquarters
Pairing: T1 Player x Female!Reader
Content: Fluff, mild tension, established relationship
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Faker
You check the time again.
8:27 pm.
He said eight pm.
You hesitate outside the streaming room for a second, then knock lightly before pushing the door open.
The soft glow of his monitors lights up the room. His figure is completely immersed in the game, headphones on. The camera is angled toward him, focused only on his face, his hands, the screen in front of him. Not the door.
That’s when you realize.
He is still streaming.
Faker notices you immediately. His eyes flick to the side, just for a second, then back to the screen, then at the time in the corner of his monitor, and you see it: the faint shift in his expression. Not annoyance. Just quiet realization.
“Give me a moment,” he says calmly to the chat.
He stands, walking over without rushing, and opens the door just enough to step outside with you, closing it softly behind him.
“I’m sorry,” he says immediately, voice quieter now. “I didn’t notice the time.”
You shake your head quickly. “It’s okay. I thought you were packing your things. That’s why I came in.”
His gaze lingers on you for a second, checking if you’re really okay with it. Then he nods.
“I’ll finish the stream. Give me five minutes.”
You nod. “Take your time.”
He steps closer, hand resting lightly against your arm, familiar. Then he leans in slightly, pressing a quick kiss to your forehead.
“I won’t be long,” he murmurs.
Then he pulls back, already turning toward the door again. You stay in the hallway, leaning lightly against the wall.
A few minutes later, the door opens again, and this time he steps out fully, grabbing his jacket.
“Ready ?” he asks, smiling at you.
And just like that, his attention is completely yours again.
Doran
The hallway is quiet when you arrive. You don’t even need to knock. The door is slightly open, and when you push it gently, he is already looking up.
Doran smiles the moment he sees you. “Hey, baby.”
You step inside, closing the door behind you as he pulls his headset off and sets it down.
“Sorry,” he says, rubbing the back of his neck. “I went a bit over.”
You shake your head. “It’s fine.”
He smiles again. “Come here.”
He turns his gaming chair and slides it toward you, wheels rolling softly across the floor. “Sit,” he says.
You laugh quietly but do as he says, sitting down while he turns back to his desk to tidy up, headset placed neatly, keyboard pushed in.
“I found a place,” he says after a moment, glancing at you over his shoulder.
“A restaurant?”
He nods, a small smile forming. “My friends went there. They said it’s good.”
You smile back. “Then we’re definitely going.”
He hums quietly. For a moment, neither of you speaks. You just watch him, the way he moves, checks things twice.
“I’m excited,” you admit.
He pauses briefly, then looks at you.
“Me too.”
He finishes packing, then walks over, stopping in front of you. His hand lifts without thinking, brushing lightly through your hair. “Let’s go,” he says softly.
You nod, standing up. As you walk out together, his hand finds yours without hesitation.
Keria
Your phone lighting up with his name makes you pause.
He never calls you during stream. Still, you answer.
“Hello?”
There is a quiet shuffle on the other end, then his voice, lower than usual, slipping through.
“Come over.”
You blink. “Right now?”
“Yeah. Come to the building. I’ll order Pizza.”
You can almost picture him, leaning back in his chair, acting like this is nothing.
“Okay,see you.” you say softly.
The line goes dead.
The cafeteria smells warm as you push the door open, looking for him.
And there he is.
Keria looks up from the table, a small smile tugging at his lips the moment he sees you.
You grin. “Hey. Calling me before your stream even finished? You’re so in love with me you couldn’t wait.”
He laughs, low and breathy, shaking his head. “In your dreams.”
You roll your eyes, smiling. “Mm-hmm. Sure.”
He shrugs, picking up a slice of pizza without breaking his grin. “I just wanted to hear your voice.”
“Uh-huh,” you tease. “Can’t say I mind.”
You both smiled at each other as you settle into a comfortable rhythm. Pizza boxes clatter softly as you talk.
“So…practice today?” you ask.
He shrugs, faint sigh escaping him. “Could’ve been better.”
“Why?”
“Just one of those days,” he mutters, eyes flicking to you, softer now. “You know how it is.”
“And you?” he asks. “What did you do today?”
“Met up with a friend. Just got back when you called.”
He tilts his head. “Can I come over after my schedule today?”
“Of course. Whenever you want. You don’t have to ask.”
“I know,” he says with a grin. “I just wanted to hear you say it again.”
You laugh softly. “I can’t believe you.”
“I want to watch the new One Piece season with you once I finish everything,” he adds.
“Can’t wait,” you nod excitedly.
When the last slice is gone and the boxes pushed aside, he stands first, brushing off his hands. He walks with you to the exit. At the door, he pauses, tilting his head toward you. You don’t hesitate.
The kiss is soft, quiet, lingering just enough to make your heart beat faster.
When he steps back, he gives you a small smile. “Go home safe. I’ll see you later.”
Oner
The message comes not long after his stream ends.
Come to the building. My room.
You stare at it, jaw tightening. A few hours ago, you had been arguing.
I don’t want to, you type back.
Please, comes the reply.
You exhale slowly, staring at the screen for a moment longer, then grab your things and go anyway.
His door is unlocked. You step inside quietly, closing it behind you. He looks up immediately. Sitting on his chair, elbows resting on his knees, he has been waiting.
“Hey.”
Your arms cross. “Hi.”
A pause.
Then he pats his thigh, eyes never leaving yours.
“Come here.”
You hesitate, then walk over and sit on his lap, facing him, tense and guarded. He does not speak. His hand comes up, slipping into your hair, smoothing it back gently.
“I don’t even remember why we were fighting,” he murmurs.
“I do,” you snap.
A small smile tugs at his lips. “Of course you do.”
“You didn’t let me go out with my friends,” you say, voice sharper.
“I didn’t say you can’t go,” he replies calmly. “I just want us to try the new restaurant together first.”
“But they asked me first,” you argue.
“I still want that to be ours,” he says, gaze catching yours again.
“And we can go tomorrow,” he continues softly.
You stay quiet. His fingers slide under your chin, tilting your face back toward him.
“Mhm. Just us. What do you think?”
You roll your eyes. His hand stills.
“Don’t roll your eyes at me, princess,” he says quietly.
“…Fine. Tomorrow.”
“Yeah?”
“But we’re going to the dessert place next to it too.”
“Of course.”
“And then we’re going shopping.”
“Anything you want.”
“…Okay.”
His hand slides from your hair to your waist, pulling you closer.
“Good. Now give me a kiss.”
You suppress the urge to roll your eyes again, leaning in anyway.
Peyz
From the moment you step into the building, you can already tell he is excited. He keeps glancing back at you as he walks, like he wants to make sure you are still there.
“I’ll show you everything,” he says, pushing open the door to his streaming room.
You smile. “I know. You’ve only told me five times already.”
He laughs, shy but proud. “It’s different when you see it.”
The room is clean, organized, set up exactly how he likes it.
“I like it,” you say.
His smile softens. “Sit,” he says, pulling the chair out.
You drop in, spinning slightly as he moves behind you, hands resting lightly on the backrest.
“I’ll teach you how to play,” he says, leaning close.
The screen lights up. He starts explaining, pointing, guiding you step by step.
But your attention drifts to him, his voice, his hands, how he leans into your space. At some point, he notices. His voice trails off, then stops. He reaches forward, gripping the chair sides, gently turning you toward him.
“Repeat what I just said.”
“…What?”
He exhales a quiet laugh, shaking his head, letting go.
“I’m trying to teach you,” he says, “and you’re not paying attention at all.”
“Can’t help it.”
“Can’t help what?”
“You’re distracting. Your voice. Your hands.”
He laughs softly, shaking his head again.
“You’re unbelievable.”
He turns you back to the screen. You turn back to him.
“What?”
“Can I just sit on your lap while you play? I’ll be on my phone.”
Pause. Then his expression softens.
“Do whatever you want.”
You grin. And he lets you.
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Hey, sorry it took me so long to write again. I’m back 🫶 Are you guys still interested in reading about LCK players? I’m planning on writing about different teams. I’m not sure when I’ll post again, but hopefully soon!