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He could only *really* catch every other word in the conversation. Sure, he spoke English best out of the entire London team (it was ironic, wasn't it), but that didn't mean he could just sit in the team meeting and just be entirely okay with it. Kyung-Soo didn't even bother trying to parse what was being said- He'd ask Dae-Hyun for the summary afterwards, put in words that actually made sense. For now, he'd sit and sulk at the screen, watching as Shimada the elder gestured at a screen of familiar characters. Some play, or another, for the old guard and fresh blood alike, to assure that everyone was on a similar page.

He got news of the trade that morning. Goodbye, Reign, hello, Defiant. He was moved to one of the most diverse teams in the league and had no idea how to communicate with them. Flattering, sure, his support play must be good enough to make him marketable, but he wished he had some idea of what he was doing.

Kyung-Soo looked back down at the notebook he was given when he walked in the door. Defiant branding, obviously, and a couple of little notes about duos and translations of English words. He paid absolutely no attention to Shimada the elder, instead deciding that his time was better suited to his own plans. He didn't look up until a chair scratched the ground next to him.

Song moved from across the room to be next to him. Song, former captain of D.Linquents, former Busan off-tank. Hana Fucking Song, battletag D.VA, who beat his team at APEX for the past three years. She leaned into him, looking all smug. Shimada the elder asked her something in English, and Song said something about a translator, and smirked back at him.

"Smile and nod," she said. Kyung-Soo knew damn well that she didn't intend on translating shit, but he nodded anyway. Shimada the elder left them alone, and continued speaking. Song turned to look at him. "So, didn't think I'd see you here. I don't think we've played together since the World Cup, right?"

He remembered the World Cup well. Five of Korea's best made a regular appearance with another rotating member- Fans had taken to calling them MEKA, some fake branch of the army. To say that they were domhinant was an understatement. Kyung-soo realized that this was almost certainly why both he and Song were chosen.

"So what?" he finally said. "You really think we're going to be playing together now?"

"It'd be stupid not to play us together. You're way more dominant than either of the other two main supports. And, uh, you can't speak English? Does that ring any bells?"

Kyung-Soo flushed in embarrassment and looked away from Song, firmly focusing on the back of Shimada the younger's head. "And that's assuming that we'll work well together now. I can't be better than you if I have to work alongside you."

"Who cares?" Song shrugged. He noticed, out of the corner of his eye, that her face got very dark. "C'mon, King, don't bullshit yourself. We're on the same team now. I don't know about you, but it's not like I got any notice of this. We're going to be the best team in the league and make them fucking regret it."

He hated when she had a decent point.