#faker x reader

Faker glances at you, "Tired?" his voice is smooth, you simply nod as an answer, too tired to even open your mouth. 

He pats his lap, he is inviting you to lay your head on his lap, you just stare at him, "Are you being serious?"

He smirks and simply pats his lap again.

You don't have the strength to argue so you simply shift awkwardly and lay next to him, your face facing his furred torso, Faker simply places his hand on your head as he stares at you.

"Better?" he says quietly.

He traces patterns on your cheek as he stares at your tired face.

"You know, people usually use their words when asking, I'm not a dog," you laugh tiredly.

"Im not 'normal people'"

'Fair point' you say mentally. You adjust yourself again, the couch is a bit small, he holds your face tightly.

"Stay still"

"Im trying to get comfy, chill"

"Youre comfy enough"

You huff as his grip loosen, his warm body makes your body start to relax, the tension over your shoulder lifts and your eyelids are now heavy.

He immediately notices, he moves his fingers to your scalp, brushing and massaging it, "Sleep if you need to" 

"Ohh~ being nice?" you say jokingly.

"Dont ruin it" he rolls his eyes.

You laugh softly as you simply close your eyes, his fur brushing against your nose, and underneath it, you can hear something, a weird rhythm, his heart? The living room is quiet, you softly drift to sleep, Faker's eyes still fixated on you, like a guard dog.

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Hours later you wake, in the same position as you fell asleep, Faker still staring at you with his wide eyes. You try to move and he holds your head tight.

"No," he mutters.

"Huh?"

Summary: SKT T1 has clawed their way to respectability in 2012, but they're painfully aware they're not elite. As OGN Spring 2013 looms on the horizon, the organization makes a bold decision: create a second team built around untested rookies. It's a gamble that could revitalize the brand or become an embarrassing footnote.

Kim "KkOma" Jeong-gyun, a recently retired SKT T1 jungler with more strategic insight than mechanical skill, accepts the role of assistant coach for this experimental roster. He's given one mandate: find raw talents that can be molded into champions.

After searching through many different players, Kkoma starts to give up, he receives helping hand in the form of Bengi, new jungler who took his place. Bengi’s help brings him to Korean solo queue ladder, where two names dominate the highest reaches: "GoJeonPa" and "SunnySide". Their mechanics are breathtaking, their synergy uncanny, and their climb seemingly unstoppable.

KkOma watches their replays for three days straight. He sees the truth that others missed: their abilities have nothing to do with their species. Sang-hyeok's foxlike instincts don't grant him precognition, his predictions come from pure obsessive pattern recognition and thousands of hours of practice. Su-hyeon's dragon heritage doesn't give her supernatural reflexes, her jungle plays are the product of intense focus and selfless game sense.

They're not succeeding because they're mythicals. They're succeeding despite being mythicals, having to prove themselves twice as hard for half the recognition.

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𝐀𝐂𝐓 𝟏: 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏: 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟐: 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐓𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟑: 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟒: 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐌𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟓: 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐓𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟔: 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐏𝐢𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐬

𝐀𝐂𝐓 𝟐: 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟕: 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐨𝐤, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐩, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐊𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐐𝐮𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟖: 𝐌𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐃𝐚𝐲, 𝐆𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐁𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐚 𝐌𝐢𝐥𝐤 𝐈𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟗: 𝐋𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭, 𝐂𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐚 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐀𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧! 𝐎𝐫 𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐒𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐅𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐀𝐧𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐬! 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟎: 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐬 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟏: 𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧 𝐌𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐅𝐨𝐱 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟐: 𝐂𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐑𝐞𝐟𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

Faker/EXE x reader headcannons

He notices every single detail about you, anything, even the most embarrassing ones.

'Mean to everyone but you' energy, he is aggressive and will insult everyone but you, he is the opposite when speaking to you, his voice softens.

He doesn't like when anything that is not him gets your attention, one time when you two were walking under the rain, you pointed at a worm and he proceeded to stomp on it right on your face.

He calls you 'mine', at this point people think that is your name.

Since he doesn't trust anyone, he expects you to think the same way, and for you view him as the only safe option.

He will leave strange gifts that he has stumbled across or stolen and act as if he doesn't care when he sees your happy reaction.

He watches you sleep, sometimes forgetting to blink, you have woken up sometimes in the middle of the night and found him standing right by your side, you've told him to stop but why should he.

He is very jealous, so when he sees an EXE flirting with you, he doesn't think twice and fights with them. 

Deep down he fears that you will leave him, he has been rejected and abandoned already, so it would break him, if you also did that.

He enjoys when you praise him, he will never admit that, he is too cocky.

His favourite thing to do apart from staring at you is laying on your lap, when he wants your attention he will lay down dramatically.

He expects you to notice every change in his appearance, and if you don't he gets offended.

He wants you near at all times.

When you two argue he will twist your words and try to guilt trip you, he will even mock you, but if you try to walk away he will panic, he doesn't want you to leave and ignore him, he hates that.

He is not the type to apologise, he will instead linger near you until you forgive him.

He is very clingy and protective.

Most teams were content to follow the established playbook, but here's what I learned from my time as a jungler: the game changes when you're not looking. Blink, and suddenly everyone's running different strategies, picking champions you've never seen before, and making plays that shouldn't work but somehow do. SKT T1 had a decent year in 2011 and 2012, but "decent" doesn't win championships. With OGN Spring 2013 on the horizon, our management made a decision that seemed either brilliant or completely insane, depending on who you asked: create a second team entirely from rookie talent.

That's where I came in, former jungle main, current assistant coach, future talent scout apparently. "Kkoma," our head coach L.i.E.S or just coach Choi had said, his fox ears twitching with what I'd learned to recognize as barely contained stress, “We need fresh blood. The old ways aren't working anymore. Find us some ladder heroes and turn them into champions." Easier said than done, right? Nope, I'd spent the last two weeks combing through every Korean solo queue ladder, watching replays until my eyes felt like they were going to fall out of my skull, and taking notes on players who caught my attention. Believe me when I say I gave every scouted players a fair chance: 1vs1 tryouts, scouted players vs main roster, trial scrimmages against rookie teams, but something was missing. After so many dead ends, it seems like I must return to the drawing board and start over again.

As I was wrapping up another failed tryout session, Bae "Bengi" Seong-woong, our main roster’s new jungler poked his head inside, his hare ears twitching ever so slight as he glanced around the dimly lit practice room. “Coach Kim-” he spoke up as he fully walked into the room, even though he had been with the team and origination for almost half a year he was still a little shy and timid around us. Shaking my head lightly I picked up my clipboard and stared down at my writing, from the stress and frustration my usual neat writing style has turned into jagged and compressed. ”Seong-woong-ah, i told you to just call me Kkoma or hyung” I said softly as I place the clipboard between my arm and turned to the younger man, “Sorry hyung…guessing from the look of things, you haven’t found your players” he spoke as he vaguely gestured at the empty room. “Yeah, I really thought I had it this time” I answered with a sigh and tired smile as I rubbed my neck, “Actually hyung, I recently played with these two players.” Seong-woong said as he fished out a piece of paper from his hoodie pocket and handed it to me “They have absolutely cracked game sense, who knows? They might be looking for the right team for themselves”. With a raised brow and sliver of hope I slowly took the paper from him and stared at the names on it as he quickly bid his goodbye before heading to his scrimmage.

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Later in the evening, after eating another takeout dinner and filling out a stack of paperwork. I finally sat down to look up the names Bengi had given me, as I individually looked up their names- I had to get up and make sure I wasn’t seeing things

“Bengi, you beautiful cinnamon roll of a boy” I whispered under my breath before quickly sitting back down. "GoJeonPa" and "SunnySide" were their names, and they were solo queue ladder monsters, they had been climbing the Korean ladder with frightening consistency since Season One. Both traded the first and second place in the Korean ladder back and forth, never dropping below fifth place. What caught my attention wasn't just their individual skill (though that was impressive enough), but how they seemed to elevate every game they played together. As I started to watch their replays, I completely understood what Bengi meant when he said they had cracked game sense. Beside their inhuman performance, there was something almost supernatural about their synergy. The "supernatural" isn't just a figure of speech, as half the population has some kind of mutation- like enhanced senses, physical adaptations, that sort of thing. It's been that way for as long as anyone can remember just part of life. But occasionally, you encounter someone who's something more than just "enhanced human”, something almost otherworldly.

After watching hours' worth of game footage, I started my research on them. GoJeonPa, for instance; sixteen years old, government name Lee Sang-hyeok, and, according to the registration database, he was listed as a Gumiho, a nine-tailed fox. Pure bloodline too though at his age he probably only had three or four tails. Color either black or white. Truthfully, I'd never met one before as the legends said they were incredibly rare, possessing great wisdom beyond their years, and had incredible abilities. Watching his gameplay, I believe them. His map awareness was beyond human, his predictions of enemy movement patterns were eerily accurate, and his mechanical skill was already approaching professional level.

His duo partner, SunSide, was equally intriguing. She was sixteen as well, her government name Choi Su-hyeon, listed as half Yong- a sea variant. Same as Gumiho- rare but more sociable then Gumiho. From what I'd observe, she had an almost mystical ability to turn losing situations into victories. Her jungle pathing was unorthodox but effective, and she had a knack for being in exactly the right place at exactly the right time. But here's the thing about scouting talent: statistics and replays only tell you so much and I have learnt that in a very hard way. You need to meet them in person, see how they handle pressure, and understand their personalities. Some players crumble the moment they step into a professional environment while others thrive.

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So, there I was, on a Thursday afternoon, standing outside Mapo High School like some kind of creepy talent agent, waiting for classes to end. I'd managed to track down which school they attended (completely legally, I want to emphasize), and figured the direct approach was best. The school bell rang and students began flooding out of the building. Even in a world where half the population has variant animal features, these two were easy to spot. Sang-hyeok's fox tails were unmistakable- all four were swaying gently and shining under the sun like freshly cut obsidian as he walked. His choppy black hair and black fox ears caught the afternoon sunlight and, even from a distance, I could see the innate gracefulness under his teenage awkwardness. Beside him walking was Choi Su-hyeon, she was the complete opposite of him. From her forehead two delicately curved horns seem to just start growing, she has had hip-length charcoal hair that was woven into a single braid and tied with a silken daenggi (Korean ribbon) with golden embroideries that caught the light. When she turned to laugh at something Sang-hyeok said, I caught a glimpse of delicate canine fangs. Her pale blue tail caught the afternoon sunlight, shining like a polished jade as it swayed lazily behind her as she walked. 

What struck me most was how they interacted. Sang-hyeok, this mystical but awkward fox boy with God-tier mechanical skill was absolutely smitten. He hung on her every word, walking ever so close to her, watching her with a dopey smile that spoke of teenage love in its purest form. For her part, Su-hyeon seemed completely comfortable with his attention, occasionally reaching over to straighten his scarf and jacket, playfully tugging on his arm when he got distracted.

"and then he said the math test was going to be easy!" Su-hyeon said. "Easy! Like differential calculus is something you just casually master over lunch!"

Sang-hyeok was nodding along with what looked like fond exasperation. "Su-hyeon, you do realize you actually did master differential calculus over lunch last week?"

"That's not the point, Sang! The point is that Mr. Kang has no concept of what 'easy' means for normal people. The only reason i was able to do that because…" She slowed down mid-sentence, her expression shifting briefly to something more subdued.

Sang-hyeok's ears flattened slightly, and he moved closer to her, a gesture so natural it was clearly habitual. "Hey. Your dad would be proud of how well you're doing in his subject."

Su-hyeon's smile returned, softer but genuine. "Yeah, he would, wouldn't he? Especially since I'm probably going to ace it just to spite Mr. Kang’s idea of 'easy.'"

Watching them interact up close, I could see why their in-game synergy was so natural. They read each other's moods and responses like they'd been doing it for years. With that thought in mind, I took a deep breath, straightened my jacket, and approached them with my best ‘not creep salary man’ smile. "Excuse me, are you Lee Sang-hyeok and Choi Su-hyeon?"

Both of them turned to look at me, and I immediately felt the weight of two very different types of scrutiny. Sang-hyeok's gaze was calm but assessing, like he was cataloging everything about me for future reference. Su-hyeon's was more direct and slightly suspicious, with her head tilted in a way that made her horns catch the afternoon light.

"Depends who's asking," Su-hyeon said, crossing her arms. "If you're from another hagwon trying to recruit us, we're not interested. I already told the math academy guy that I don't need help with calculus."

"And if you're from that weird gaming cafe that keeps trying to sponsor streamers, we're definitely not interested," Sang-hyeok added quietly.

"My name is Kim Jeong-gyun," I said, pulling out my business card and immediately feeling ridiculous about the formality. "I'm an assistant coach with SK Telecom T1. I was wondering if we could talk."

Sang-hyeok's tails went very still, all four of them freezing mid-sway. Su-hyeon raised an eyebrow, and I caught a glimpse of genuine surprise before her expression settled back into polite curiosity. "About what?" Sang-hyeok asked, and his voice was younger than I'd expected. Despite his mystical heritage and incredible skill, he was still just a sixteen-year-old kid.

"About GoJeonPa and SunnySide," I said "About the future of Korean League of Legends. And about whether you two might be interested in turning professional." The silence that followed was probably only a few seconds, but it felt like an eternity. Other students walked past us, chattering about homework and weekend plans, completely oblivious to what could be a pivotal moment in esports history. Su-hyeon and Sang-hyeok exchanged one of those wordless communications that people develop, an entire conversation compressed into a glance. Finally, Su-hyeon smiled, not the polite smile she'd been wearing, but something warmer and more genuine.

"Well Mr. Kim" she said "I think we should definitely talk, but first, are you hungry? My place’s not far from here, and my mom always makes too much food and I think it will be best if you talk with our parents too."

And that's how I found myself following two teenage prodigies through the streets of Seoul, wondering if I was about to make the best decision of my coaching career or the most complicated one. Probably both, knowing my luck.

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