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#rkfbg | fruit basket gaming 🍋 yuzu - 🥝 kiwi - 🕳️olive - 🍒cherry - 🍑peach - 🃏joker

fruit basket gaming is just a group of people playing games together and having fun. spread chaos in the world of league of legends.

What is League of Legends? League of Legends is a fast-paced, competitive online game that blends the speed and intensity of an RTS with RPG elements. Two teams of powerful champions, each with a unique design and playstyle, battle head-to-head across multiple battlefields and game modes. With an ever-expanding roster of champions, frequent updates and a thriving tournament scene, League of Legends offers endless replayability for players of every skill level.

starter for @minjoork

Funny how things worked out. She was currently in a game convention or whatever it is people call these things and was scouted when she was advertising a game. But for the life of her Naeun has no clue about such things. Heck, she doesn’t even know how to play “candy crush” or whats that phone game. 

@rkchaewon

Chaewon was one of Minhee’s friends, or something. That was how he initially heard of the girl and he’d checked out some of her twitch streams, finding her an absolutely adorable person in general. He watched some of her twitch streams for a while, before finally deciding to make contact with the girl. He had been watching her streams for a few weeks now and he could see her appeal. She was uber cute, very sweet and like Minhee, had some sass to her, so he obviously thought that they could do a collab together, and he was just trying to figure how appraoch the girl without seeming like a weirdo. he then just decided on the straight up method. he rolled into the chat on one of her streams.  

starkravingmad: hello cute hooman! i have a request! 

starkravingmad: we should collab together! 

☉ 10 min ago   ♥  ㅁ ⇛                                  :

⇢ request received: @rkchaewon !

Yuzu sits down on a box with a sigh, happy to seem to be making progress with packing. The room seems emptier already as she looks around, nostalgia in her gaze but also a certain excitement for getting to explore a new life style yet again. It had been a year since she stood in front of Jieun’s door, nothing but a suitcase containing her treasured electronics and a backpack holding her favourite clothes. Since then she had obtained quite a lot more possessions and it felt weird to be packing all of them now.

“Some days it really sends me how I just keep livin’ the protag life. I’m movin’ after a year of stayin’ here… and I got ten times more shit than back then-,” she snorts out with a laugh but exhales a sigh soon after.

her phone rings and chaewon’s attention is averted to the screen of it, not having to read the name to know who’s calling. “yena unnie, what’s up? did you miss hearing my voice? you’ll be hearing it daily starting today.” she comments with a little laugh and sits down on the couch in the living room.

“it took a while before i realized that i was in love with chaewon. it was just how i always felt about her, you know? so i never questioned it. i thought it was normal to feel that for a friend. but eventually i wondered why i’d always go the extra mile for her. why i’d miss her more than anyone. why i was a different kind of happy whenever she was around. and that nagging feeling just got harder and harder to ignore. so i did something about it. it took a couple of years, but, you know, it happened. and now we’re here.”

the star’s words make her scoff. she doesn’t mean to discard her attempts to help yena so lightly but it was impossible for the fool to believe what chaewon tried to cheer her up with. “nah. they props legit thought I was doin’ it on purpose to spite ‘em.” the rest of her complaint got stuck in her throat as she was tugged into a hug. knowing how rare it was for chaewon to initiate any sort of skinship the effect hit twice as strong and left the streamer feeling a lot more calm and comforted.

she sighed once more before a light smile made its way onto her lips as well. “y’remember how I’d always say that people should stop dramatizin’ the protag’s misfortune so much? I still stand by that but I can understand ‘em somewhat now… bein’ a friggin’ hero ain’t easy. Nor is bein’ a protag. No matter how good y’tryna be and how many people y’wanna help n’ make happy… y’just can’t satisfy everyone.”

despite the pain in her heart, she tries so very hard to be strong, to not let the whole happening faze her. and chaewon truly admires her best friend for that trait. except that she knows how she feels deep down, how this isn’t just another fight with her parents, something that’s not unusual by now. she releases the hug and gives yena’s cheek a little pinch; a rare action for her to do, indeed, but she can sense when her friend needs that sort of comfort.

all the romantic comedies he’d seen before couldn’t have prepared him for this. it’s the climax, he thinks. it’s that point in the movie where something finally clicks, when it all begins to fall into place. he’s filled with a sort of hope as he looks up to see chaewon back in the room, her blush reminiscent of when they used to play under the summer sun as kids; cheeks pink and radiant, red reaching her ears. he feels every bit enamored of her now as he did then, and it was so so stupid of him to think that this feeling would ever go away.

he was in love with chaewon, always has been, and that’s that.

he stands up from where he was previously kneeling on one knee, puts the fallen petals back into the pages while he listens to chaewon explain. the part of him that’s used to denying his feelings, the part that’s scared of being rejected wants him to cut this conversation short; to just end this inquiry here because maybe she doesn’t feel the same way. the flowers really were prettyㅡbecause chaewon deserved no lessㅡand maybe that’s all there is to this.

but there’s a part of him that notices how carefully arranged the petals were, how chaewon even took the time to sort them by date, and that part of him wants to keep hoping. that part of him wants to know if there’s something more. “is that the only reason?” he brings himself to ask, voice as soft as it could go. “is that the only reason you kept them? because i'mㅡ,” he pauses for a split second, just to let himself breathe, “because i’m really hoping that it isn’t.”

he walks towards her, book still in his hand. he doesn’t stop until there’s only a sliver of distance between them, close enough that the tips of their feet are almost touching. “do youㅡdo you get what i’m saying, chaewonie?“

she is frozen on the spot,  unable to move a limb,  unable to breathe for a moment. of course she knows what he means,  cannot deny that his words,  the way he speaks,  the way he looks at her and moves,  makes her heart race against her ribcage.  and,  quite frankly,  this feels like a dream;  like she’s fallen into her very own shoujo series with the super ikemen guy about to confess his feelings to the clumsy protagonist. 

pink lips part,  but no voice comes out,  only whispered stuttering of little noises of speechlessness.  soobin’s bold moments never fail to catch her off guard,  but this one right here is something entirely else.  she knows she cannot lie;  has never lied to him before and she doesn’t plan on starting now.  cannot deny everything she feels for him,  all the emotions that have been built up and blossomed over their time together;  they are too real,  too evident.  “i... i do get what you’re saying.”  she replies,  finally,  voice equally soft,  filled with all the pent up adoration for him. 

her neck cranes,  has to in order for her to look up at him now that he’s close,  so close.  it’s almost as if her body works on autopilot,  no longer in her control,  when her fingers reach up and curl into the material of his shirt,  eyes locked on eyes.  “it’s not the only reason.  of course it’s not.  those flowers,  they mean the world to me.  the memories of getting them every year make me happy.  you -- you make me happy.  so happy.”  she speaks with utmost sincerity,  an unknown force guiding her as she tugs at his shirt,  a quite request for him to lean down.

chaewon’s room is a second home to him now, it’s a place he’s known for most of his life. they say a person’s room mirrors their personality, and maybe that’s why soobin likes it here so much; because it reminds him of chaewon, the softness of it all, the feeling of comfort and ease, the metaphorical warmth of a place so graciously familiar. (but there’s the literal warmth too; when he’d first woken up to find chaewon in his arms, or when they first held hands right there on the bed.)

this room holds so many memories of them together, from even before he’d realized that he was in love with her. now, he’s so happy, overjoyed that he finally got to be with chaewon in the way his heart had so long wanted; not as friends, but as something moreㅡeven if it was just pretend.

he doesn’t want to think about that, though. so he does what he usually does when he’s avoiding a thought: he distracts himself. he sits down by the head of chaewon’s bed, picks up the book on her bedside table. he’s never been one to like reading, but he’ll make do with what he can. he flips it open, yelps from surprise when something falls from between the pages. he panics, kneels down immediately to retrieve theㅡwait. they’re… flower petals?

he picks one up carefully, light in touch. it’s from a lily. chaewon’s favorite. “are these…” he trails off, heart pounding. itㅡit couldn’t be, could it? the same ones he gave her all those years back?

she makes sure to prepare his cocoa with every ounce of utmost love and adoration.  they do say you can taste the love one pours into making something,  be it a drink or food,  and chaewon aims to do just that.  even if soobin may not like her the way she likes him,  she can no longer suppress what she strongly believes to me more than friendship,  though is unsure how to express such a thing without getting anything awkward between them.

on her way back upstairs with a tray in her hands,  the least she expects is to find soobin with the book of pressed flowers.  for a moment she feels like all strength leaves her body,  nearly dropping the tray with the mugs,  but manages to get a hold of herself.  though her eyes remains wide,  rounded,  mouth opening,  closing,  thinking of something to say,  how to explain that she’s been collecting each lily he’s given her in a sort of scrapbook,  all neatly sorted by date.

“um ...”  unable to form coherent words and blood rushing up to her cheeks and ears,  she places the tray down on her desk,  deeming it safer there than in her hold.  “this is --”  isn’t what it looks like,  she thinks to say,  the typical excuse.  but it’d be a lie,  a rather unfitting one at that. her fingers fiddles nervously,  awkwardly,  unable to look at him,  staring at her feet instead.