**Meeting the Faze Clan**

The room fell silent as all eyes turned to MrBeast, awaiting his introduction. The Faze Clan members began to walk towards him, eager to meet the YouTube sensation. MrBeast's eyes scanned the group, and his gaze lingered on each of them, but his excitement was mostly directed towards Ron, or so he pretended. "Hey, I'm MrBeast," he said with a wide smile, extending his hand to Adapt, the tallest member of the group. "It's great to finally meet you guys. I've been a huge fan of your work." Adapt shook MrBeast's hand, his brown eyes locked on his. "I'm Adapt, nice to meet you too." Next, MrBeast turned to Lacy, who was chuckling to himself. "I'm Lacy," he said, shaking MrBeast's hand. MrBeast's smile faltered for a brief moment as he took in Lacy's self-deprecating humor. "Great to meet you, Lacy." As MrBeast moved on to the next member, Max, his eyes didn't quite meet his. Max nodded curtly, his dark complexion a stark contrast to MrBeast's pale skin. "I'm Max," he said, his voice low and even. Silky, with his medium-length dreads, was next. He grinned at MrBeast, his brown eyes sparkling with amusement. "What's up, MrBeast? I'm Silky." MrBeast returned the smile, feeling a sense of ease with Silky. Rage, with his chin-length dreads, stepped forward, his muscular build imposing. "I'm Rage," he said, his deep voice firm. MrBeast's eyes widened slightly as he shook Rage's hand. Then, it was Ron's turn. Ron, still grinning from their earlier game of basketball, wrapped his arm around Jason's shoulders, pulling him close. MrBeast's excitement spiked, but he quickly suppressed it, not wanting to appear too enthusiastic. "I'm Ron," he said, his voice a little too loud. Finally, it was Jason's turn. Jason, still nestled under Ron's arm, looked up at MrBeast with his big brown eyes. MrBeast's heart skipped a beat as he took in Jason's fluffy hair and pale complexion. He forced a smile, trying to play it cool. "I'm...Jason," he stuttered, his voice barely above a whisper. As everyone had introduced themselves, MrBeast cleared his throat, trying to regain his composure. "Alright, let's get changed for the video. We'll be wearing red long-sleeve shirts and black shorts." He handed out the clothes, trying not to stare at Jason, but his eyes kept drifting back. The Faze Clan members quickly changed, and MrBeast couldn't help but admire Jason's physique. The red shirt accentuated his creamy white thighs, and MrBeast had to suppress a groan. He quickly looked away, not wanting to be caught staring. As they finished changing, MrBeast led them to the cafeteria in the warehouse. The room was filled with the delicious smell of food, and the Faze Clan members eagerly lined up for their meals. MrBeast trailed behind, his eyes fixed on Jason's backside as he walked. As they sat down to eat, MrBeast made an effort to engage with the group, asking them about their favorite foods and hobbies. The conversation flowed easily, and MrBeast found himself laughing along with the Faze Clan members. But every now and then, his eyes would drift back to Jason, and he would have to remind himself to focus.