#para hard carry
“I’m just one humble gamer gal. Nothin’ outta the ordinary. Lets focus on the game, ye? Or y’can gimme more fancy identities, I’d take any.” Her user name should usually be a dead give away but with impostors on the servers and people being sceptical, it sometimes so happened someone didn’t believe her.
“Lets finish this game, ye? Mc Cree, y’ready for the final?!”
Waiting for the mysterious “Yuzuru” to return from spawn, Jaemin tries to hold off the enemy’s DPS as best as he can. He raises an eyebrow in confusion to himself when she laughs at his comment on the name. After hearing her mention that Yuzuru is the same name as a pro-skater, he speaks sourly. “Yeah, I know he’s a skater.” Even Jaemin fanboys over him, the guy’s one of the best pro skaters in the world. “I’m not saying you’re one but are you some sort of celebrity?” He questions the identity of the stranger. Had he been playing with an idol the whole time? He can’t help but feel excited at the thought. The thought distracts him so much that he doesn’t realize that they’re losing.
After she points out the he’s distracted, he shakes his head, snapping back to reality. “Don’t worry, darlin’. I’ll make sure we win. Watch this!” He smooth talks in his cowboy impression. With an melodramatic tap from his ring finger, he beings his ultimate, High Noon. Looking around the map, he lets the targets fall on half of the enemy team. Bam, bam, bam! The shots go off and Jaemin unexpectedly blurts out “Oh, I actually did it!” With a nervous laugh, he corrects himself, “I mean, I meant to do that.” Since he feels like he carried his own for this final push, he bugs the girl once again. “Are you sure you’re just some humble gamer gal?”
The announcer in the game monotonously announces, “Overtime.” Jaemin can’t help but groan, “Man, I already took out half of them!” He tilts his back to stare at the ceiling for a millisecond before snapping it back to the screen. “Hey, Miss Celeb. You going to finish this off?” An idea pops in his head and Jaemin cracks a smirk. He’s sure that she can hear the teasing in his voice, “You want to make a wager? Whichever one of us gets the most eliminations by the end of the game decides the winner.” Even though she can’t see his face, he wiggles his eyebrows. “What are you willing to wager, ma’am?”
