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Nam-gyu hums as he gets a pan out of the bottom kitchen cupboard, glancing at Se-mi, Min-su, and Gyeong-su. The three had visited them a week after they moved into the apartment, Thanos deciding to cook something for all of them with Nam-gyu. Which the mention of seemed to absolutely terrify Min-su, Nam-gyu noticed him fidgeting more than usual. Se-mi expressed her doubts about either being able to make ‘anything that could be even slightly edible’ in her words, and Gyeong-su didnt really care if they cooked or not. So, now the two were sitting in their kitchen and trying to make spaghetti.
Nam-gyu grabs the pot, handing it to Thanos. He stands back up, looking at the ingredients they had gathered. Thanos’s phone displayed a recipe for spaghetti they found online. (The only reason they didn’t make pancakes was that they ran out of the mix the day before, and didn’t want to even attempt to make them without it) “What first?” He asks Thanos, staring at the large number of supplies they laid out.
”Let me seeee” Thanos picks up his phone, scrolling a bit, “we need to uhhh… boil some water?”
Se-mi yells from the couch, “Are you seriously using a recipe for spaghetti?”
Thanos places one of the two small pots onto the top of the stove while Nam-gyu and Se-mi yell back and forth. He grabs one of the water bottles from the pack that they hadn’t put into the fridge yet, dumping a little into the pot. He turns on the stovetop, setting it to the correct temperature and time for it to boil. Thanos steps away from the stove, humming a song.
Nam-gyu leans against a cabinet, him and Se-mi having finished arguing a while back. He looks behind him, noticing Thanos doing a little dance next to the stove. When he looks over at the pot he tells Thanos, “Dude, the water looks boiled.”
Thanos looks at the pot filled with bubbling water, nodding. He runs over to the counter where they placed the supplies, grabbing the package of pasta noodles. The sound of them hitting the metal fills the area as he dumps the package in.
”Aren’t we making two pots?” Nam-gyu gestures towards the other package of pasta and the metal pot sitting close to them.
”Yeah, but like, im making two types.”
”You sure you can do that dude?”
”Yeah, i probably wont burn our apartment down.”
Nam-gyu throws his hands into the air, “Whatever you say man.”
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Thanos walks over to the living room after starting the second pot of pasta, leaving the two to cook. Nam-gyu follows closely behind him, sitting in the spot next to him after he collapses onto the couch.
“Is it alright to leave it like that?” Min-su asks with worry evident in his tone.
Thanos waves him off, “Its fineee, ill check on it soon.”
Nam-gyu rests his head on the others shoulder, throwing his legs over the armrest on the couch. Thanos wraps his arm around him, continuing to talk to the other three. His vision slowly fades at the edges, eyelids drooping. He tries to add something to the conversation every once in a while, attempting to not lose consciousness.
Eventually, he closes his eyes, arms slowly falling to his sides.
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The blaring of an alarm jolts Nam-gyu awake. Thanos stands up quickly, running off towards the kitchen. Nam-gyu follows after him along with the others. He turns to look over at where Thanos is staring once he catches up to him.
A stream of fire is shooting out of one of the pots, the other smoking. Thanos slams his knucke onto what Nam-gyu presumes to be the stoves ‘off’ button. After a second, the pot that wasnt on fire stopped producing smoke, the other still burning. “What the fuck?!” Nam-gyu yells over the alarm.
”Shit! what do i do?” Thanos yells back.
“Call 911? I dont know!” Se-mi tells them. The flames trickle right below the ceiling, almost touching it. Gyeong-su grabs his phone out of his pocket, dialing what presumes to be what Se-mi suggested.
Thanos grabs a water bottle from the pack on the countertop. He practically rips the cap off, splashing water onto the fire. The fire only grows bigger at this, causing things nearby to almost catch on fire as well. Nam-gyu wraps his hand over the handle of the second pot, taking it off the stove. He walls it to the sink, Thanos and the others freaking out about the now giant fire.
Min-su opens the door to exit the apartment, gesturing for the other 4 to follow him. Thanos, Gyeong-su, and Se-mi head out quickly. Nam-gyu quickly flips over the pot in the sink over a strainer, tapping the bottom. A block of noodles that are burnt together at the bottom, charred to a brownish black color, pops out of the pot. “Are you fucking kidding me??-“
”Nam-gyu, COME ON!” Se-mi yells from the entrance. Nam-gyu runs out to the door, narrowly brushing by the flames. Se-mi slams the door behind him.
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