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Since Nemesis went to Korea to live with LS, Selfmade decided to call him on Discord every day. Not because he was jealous, of course not. No way. It was because, despite everything, they were still friends. And Oskar couldn't deny that he liked talking to Tim —maybe too much. Hearing his voice every day, talking about trivial things, memeing LS...
And if Nemesis didn't object to those calls, that meant he liked it too. The Slovenian enjoyed the company he felt whenever he heard his ex-jungler’s voice. All wounds and arguments were in the past. What mattered was that their relationship returned to the way it had been… kind of.
"Neme, shouldn't you go to sleep?"
Nemesis' sleep schedule was fucked up anyway. Since he had to stream at a decent time for his European viewers, he usually went to sleep when it was already dawn in Korea unless he had to record something with LS or stay to watch LCS.
“You too.”
Deep down, neither of them wanted to go to sleep. It was almost 1 AM in Europe and Selfmade always liked to get up early, so that meant he wasn't going to get too much sleep. On the other hand, Nemesis also should be sleeping. He didn't have to record anything tomorrow, but he had arranged to meet LS to go shopping in the afternoon since he had to stream afterwards.
However, they both made the bad decision to keep talking for one more hour. And if they had to be honest, they loved it.
Selfmade loved talking to Nemesis —rather, Selfmade loved Nemesis. And although deep down he was aware of it, he had no intention of saying it. At least not yet.
Nemesis loved Selfmade, but he had realized it too late. And he would never say anything anyway.
Neither of them wanted to say anything, and that was a problem. A problem they had to solve.
Nemesis is awakened by the noise of an alarm that marks 8 AM.
"What? I went to sleep at 9 AM…” Nemesis thinks, dying of sleep and without thinking too much, so he decides to turn off the alarm and, seconds later, go back to sleep. After all, his alarm should go off at 3 PM.
Selfmade is awakened by the noise of an alarm that marks 3 PM.
"What the fuck?" He thinks to himself, sitting up quickly and not able to think properly since he is so sleepy.
If it really is 3 PM, that means he is late for the scrims that have started one hour ago.
And after looking at the room he's in, nothing makes sense.
"Where the fuck am I?"
Why is his bed lower than normal? Rather, why was he sleeping on the floor? Sure enough, this is not his room. This is not Vitality's gaming house.
But that's not the worst of all. The worst thing is that he knows that those are not his arms —he is not that thin. That is not his body. And that’s not his own voice.
"Lemon!"
A well-known voice takes him out of his thoughts and it all starts to make more sense when he sees LS peeking out of the bedroom door.
"Do you want McDonald’s?"
Selfmade can't help but smile upon realizing that he is in Nemesis' body. Now he is in Korea, living in LS' house. Nothing makes sense, but it seems fun.
"Sure."
It's going to be fun.