fuck it, im souped up on serotonin, chohends fic snippet be upon ye
Imagine, if you will, a kid.
You know, the type of kid that comes with messy hair and bad teenager skin, all gangly limbs and knobby elbows because he's just turned eighteen and somehow still insists on growing like a weed for no good reason.
The type of kid that comes with ears that are slightly too large for his head but probably won't be in a year or two, because he'll grow into them just like he'll grow into everything else.
The type of kid that comes with crooked teeth he's clearly a little bit self-conscious about, but still goes around smiling so wide his cheeks must hurt from it, the sort of cheshire cat smile that's all bright and happy and mischievous and suits him best.
The type of kid that sticks to you like glue when he's nervous before interviews, that clings to your shoulders in group photos because he doesn't know what to do with himself half the time, that wiggles into your personal space on a chair very much not meant for two until he's spread half-across your lap and his arm is warm around your neck and he shoves his phone in your face and tells you, watch this with me, and you let him do it because of course you do, and you don't even scold him for dropping honorifics again because in that moment you seriously have to wonder if this kid is looking to put you in an early grave or what, because it's really very unnecessary for him to—
Anyway.
Anyway, the point is that you're imagining this kid now, yeah? Rotating him in your mind, rendering him from head to toe in beautiful high definition 3D and everything?
Great!
Now that you are aware of this completely metaphorical kid (Jeong Jihoon) and his completely metaphorical existence (he's very real), here's an equally metaphorical question for you to metaphorically answer:
How long does it take for Siwoo to realize he's fucked?
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Actually, you know what?
Don't answer that.
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(How long doesn't really matter when the answer is as soon as you see him duck his head in greeting for the first time and hear him stumble over an awkward, Please take good care of me, Lehends-hyungnim, and he smiles at you with his cutely crooked teeth and clumsy cheshire cat smile and it leaves you standing there in the middle of some nondescript company hallway, suspended in a moment of endless, universal clairvoyance, immediately after which you can only think to yourself, ah.
Fuck.)
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So, you know, it's right from day one that Siwoo knows he's fucked on some level.
Many levels.
Maybe even all of them, because Jeong Jihoon is a horrible overachieving little gremlin who loves to go above and beyond in everything he does, so it goes without saying that he'll do his very best to make sure Siwoo's life is as hard as possible while he's at it, too.
Joke's on him though, because not only does Siwoo play League of Legends for a living, he also plays support in League of Legends for a living, so things sure as shit can't get any harder than that.
