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After a devastating loss against their first run at the Esports World Cup event, Jihoon skeptically checked his Twitter feed in spite of his regime of renouncing any SNS app in the aftermath of their matches.
Behind a passage of countless scrolls and Jihoon's umpteenth muted tweets, an ignition of interest was depicted in the eyes of the player about a discourse regarding today's match.
Under the discourse was a tweet driven by a degrading indignation concerning Gen.G's loss, which received miscellaneous feedback and blatant criticism, excluding a user who was vindicating their performance.
User Gojeonpa replied, “Despite their shortcomings, as you said, using a malicious amount of derogatory terms is completely unnecessary; thus, it does not justify your statement of being unperturbed with the results.”
Jihoon could not hold back a laugh as the thread of the argument continued to lengthen. As one might be persuaded, he too cannot help but admire the anonymous user justifying his team's prestige.
By the time the midlaner reached the end of the thread, Jihoon deliberately tapped Gojeonpa's profile, wherein a photo of a brown cat munching on a cookie was displayed as a profile picture.
Hyookie
@gojeonpa
그래그래 고개 숙이지마 왕관 떨어진다. he.
268 Following | 47 Followers
“This guy fights people with a cat profile. Kek.”
As Jihoon's curiosity lingers, a pattern ensues. Hyookie's replies are mostly covered with LCK analysis and often engage with critiques who post overbearing remarks, yet all of his timeline posts are filled with cat photos and landscape photography.
“Cute.”
The night continues with Jihoon submerging himself by fixating his utmost attention on Hyookie's posted media cues, including a lone photo of the ‘LoL Park’ signage.
“He must have a lot of time outside of work, or does he work within the fields of LoL Park? ”
“An analyst? Most likely, his replies usually involve an in-depth breakdown of draft analysis or the playthroughs' macros and mechanics.”
Amid contemplation, the midlaner was found once again scouring the user's replies, visualizing venn diagrams to distinguish Hyookie's appropriate role status.
“Perhaps a streamer? Nah, based on his profile alone, he's not the type of guy to pursue streaming due to his ‘low-key’ demeanor and dry use of sophisticated tone.”
The sprouting thoughts of Jihoon's inquiries continue to grow as his ravenous curiosity ends up akin to a coil of tangled keys as he rubs his temple in vexation.
“Hmmm.”
“Professional? A pro player? ”
Jihoon scrunches his nose upwards and squints his eyes reflexively, getting agitated about his conclusion.
“What am I even talking about? ”
After a decade of pondering, staring, and stalking Hyookie's account, Jihoon locks his vision on the follow button.
“This ‘Follow’ button is trying to seduce me.”
“Might as well.”
Following
After spending half an hour watching Time-Lapse of the Future documentaries and astral projects, Jihoon later receives a buzzing notification banner from Twitter.
Hyookie followed you back.
“Jihoon-a, I know messaging your beloved on behalf of our tedious schedule gets your smile reaching the heavens, kicking, giggling, and all of that, but I would like to have my night spent lights off in peace and tranquility,” Giin complains with a husky tone as he rubs his eyes in an attempt to hide his frustrations away.
“I'm not messaging anyone! ”Jihoon briefly denies Giin's accusations, shooting daggers in his eyes as he turns off his lampshade with a pout.
“Then you better hurry up and sleep; we have a meeting tomorrow.” Giin groaned, rushing to face his back towards Jihoon before he whined and baited him to bicker.
“Damn, right away? ”
Yielding—Jihoon turns off his phone at the end, enfolding his blanket to be equally distributed on his well-off body proportions; tossing himself later on to face Giin's back structure, contemplating to furthermore pester his hyung before dozing off.
“Hyung?”
“What?”
“Have you ever thought of dating a fan?”
“Please, get some rest.”
“Siwoo Hyung is your fan, though.”
A pillow is suddenly bombarded directly into Jihoon's face, earning a giggling fit for the latter.
“I see, it's still an elephant in the room.”
“I'll disperse dating rumors about you if you don't stop.”
“Haha, fair enough.”
Giin faced Jihoon against his will but was invested in the younger's unorthodox query.
“You fell in love with a fan or something?”
“No. As much as I am grateful to them, I don't even think of dating at this time of my life.”
“Okay, then go to sleep.”
"But, hyung, if we look into a bigger picture—”
“You'll see that bigger picture once you finally started dreaming.”
“You and Siwoo Hyung would make a great couple.”
Two pairs of plushies were consecutively aimed and thrown at Jihoon's head with precision.
//
Jihoon's day commenced past noon as he was eating his so-called first meal of the day in solace, scrolling through his phone, seeking entertainment.
As he was refreshing his Twitter feed, a newly posted image of Hyookie appeared, which revealed an ephemeral photograph of the morning's sunrise, decorated with the beams of the sun piercing through the sundering leaves of a tree, complemented by the hues of hesperidium, creating the illusion of draping curtains belonging to a heavenly deity.
“Thinking about it, his photography skills have always been above average. No, his skills are definitely high-caliber. A certified virtuoso for sure.”
Seeing the recent post made Jihoon yearn for an engagement with the user, pondering multiple prompts in his head for an appropriate conversation starter.
After countless erasures and careful deliberations, Jihoon finally came up with a denouement and commented, “it seems like heaven is on a search for angels.”
“Wait, that's not how I envisioned my comment to be. Delete. Delete. Delete.”
Jihoon's fingers anxiously hover over the delete button until a buzz on his phone ceases his action.
User Gojeonpa replied, “You think so? ”
“This is going to be the death of me.”