I LOVE FISHING!!!@!!

ohne was still in shock. qualifying for the rmr was a surprise. qualifying through the rmrs for the major was stunning. knocking out liquid in groups? astonishing. making the playoffs? unbelievable! lifting the trophy? unforgettable.

the janitors were cleaning confetti from the floor around ohne as he stood paralysed by the moment. his cheeks were wet with tears as he took a long drag from his vape.

“ohne!” he didn’t recognize the voice, which had to call out a few times before he came back to reality. ohne stood 6ft tall, far above the heads of most players. to his surprise a short australian stood by his waist—it was jks!

“justin!” ohne blushed. they had never met before, and tension had hung between them after drillas knocked out liquid. ohne had advocated for jks to be removed from G2 and he thought jks would never forgive him even though everyone knew nexa was superior in every way. in every way except his smile… like medusa, ohne found himself stunlocked from the beauty of jks, stunlocked in every inch of his body—every inch. “i… im… im sorry…”

justin gently placed his hands over ohne’s lips, “don’t be.” justin paused, looked deeply in his eyes, and said with an irresistible passion, “how deep can you drill?” ohne bit his lip.