EPTIt's really tame, sorry, guys. I know you were expecting more. ^^;
DISCLAIMER: Fanfic.
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It started with the practice games.
… well, okay. If he’s going to be honest with himself, it really started when NaDa caught his eye during the group selections for July and smiled at him across the studio, and Keen had felt his stomach very abruptly drop. Thought at the time it was because he knew NaDa was going to pick him, and that’s enough to make anyone nervous (right, right?), and then NaDa really had ended up picking him, so the nervousness was justified after all, and all the times after that too.
But that’s not being honest either, passing it off as nervousness. Not after the dreams, which … Keen winces and feels like maybe finding a nice, big bucket of ice-water and dumping it over his head or shoving his face into it (he can claim it’s a new ceremony, everyone would believe him, Genius and DongRaeGu might even want to join in), because talk about frustration. Though, uh, thankfully they weren’t actually wet dreams, just more like dreams-he-shouldn’t-be-having; he’d tried to pass it off as spending too much time around the guys and not having a girlfriend, but there’s only so long you can go on thinking like that, and … well, he’s trying to be honest with himself here, isn’t he?
Keen checks the clock on the wall, cancels his ladder search, and hits up Starcraft Master. Burning time. No point in playing another ladder game when NaDa might show up any minute now, and he’s feeling too fidgety anyways.
“I’ll take you guys out for dinner,” NaDa had said to him, Finale, and TAiLS after the match with Creator. Standard procedure, nothing special about it. Keen had excused himself though and said he was feeling a bit sick, not to mention his “practice” with NaDa was all TvT and NaDa had needed to work on his TvP at the time – why NaDa had even asked him to practice is beyond him – so Keen really hadn’t even helped that much, just offered a few TvP builds after their games, wished him good luck.
NaDa had just smiled and said he’d take him out another time.
“Another time” being … roughly now, if that’s NaDa opening the door right now.
It is. He hears NaDa greeting Coach Choi and chatting with him for a few minutes. After a while, he decides he really can’t avoid this (“this” being “feeling like a schoolgirl with a crush” except he’s more like a horny schoolboy with a crush … honesty again), so he takes out his earphones and turns in his seat. NaDa catches his eye across the room – Keen’s stomach drops again, like it does every time – smiles at him and waves, mouths a "ready?" and makes a questioning motion towards the door.
Keen gives him a somewhat pained smile – this dinner is going to probably dredge up even more dreams for him, great, just what he needs after not making Code S, and does NaDa look great in that jacket or what? – but drags himself out of his seat anyways, and pulls on his coat before following NaDa out the door.
TBC …?
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So it was going to be less tame but I spent too much time watching NaDa's stream recently, and I was hit by a mad wave of guilt, but ...
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And then they go eat dinner and head back to NaDa’s place for a night filled with hot, hot passion, y'know. Idk.
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