“Don’t take this the wrong way, but I feel like you’ve become a lot more fun since I’ve known you.”
SENTENCE MEME. | Accepting!
Taejoon squealed with glee when his operator rounded a corner and immediately shot at another, successfully downing them. Party eliminated. Get fucked. His reflexes were serving him well. He'd been on a roll, nearly topping the leaderboard of every match he'd played with Hyojin so far. It was always satisfying to do well in a match—especially since he usually did. Just as he was about to offer a callout to Hyojin about hearing another operator nearby, Hyojin started to speak instead. You’ve become a lot more fun since I’ve known you. Taejoon wasn't quite sure if he should take offense to his comment, but he didn't have time to dwell on it too much, particularly because he was potentially seconds from having a bullet pass through his skull.
"Is it only more fun for you because I've started to do most of the carrying when we play any shooters?" The sarcasm was evident in his tone. He truly enjoyed spending quality time with Hyojin playing games together, but it wouldn't be quite as fun if he didn't give the younger shit every now and then. That was kind of his thing.
"Hey, there's a—bastard!" Taejoon slammed his mouse against his desk, not thinking about the reverb that would be picked up by his microphone and coincidentally blown through Hyojin's headphones. Oops. The anger that coursed through him was fleeting, melting into more of a sadness as he directed his character to crawl out of the line of fire and under a nearby bush. "Please come save me," he pleaded, pulling off his headset so he could run his fingers through his hair quickly while he waited for a revive from his teammate.
