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At their house 🤑🙏

*Namgyu and Thanos were both sitting on the couch, watching dome stupid TV show. Thanos opens her necklace, popping two pills in her mouth, and Namgyu looks over*

"Yoo, you got more?"

*She smirks, getting on her knees on the couch, facing her*

"Yeah, why, you want some?"

"Hell yes. When do I not?"

"Junkie."

*She says, before opening her necklace, but she pauses, a grin forming across her face, and she closes it. Namgyu looks at her confused*

"Dude, gimme some?"

*She blinks, holding her hand out. Thanos takes her necklace off, swinging it infront of her*

"What, you want some of these? I dunno."

*She shrugs, clicking her tongue, before Namgyu reaches for the necklace. But, Thanos grabs it before*

"Oo, you are one thirsty bitch."

"Dude, I just want two."

"And? You think I got these for free? Hell no. You gotta work for it."

*Namgyu looks at her, stunned. Work for it? Was she really going to make her pay for some pills she could buy herself?*

"You're not serious."

"I'm hella serious. And if you want your pills, you'll be a good girl and do what I said. Work for them, bitch."

*She says, a slight smirk on her face. Namgyu scoffs*

"You asshole.."

*She mumbles, more to herself, but she sighs*

"What do you want me to do?"

*She says, slight desperation in her voice, which makes Thanos smirk wider*

"Me."

*She says simply, and Namgyu chuckles*

"That's all? I could've...done that in my sleep."

*Thanos raises an eyebrow*

"Well, I'm waiting then, you cocky little slut."

*Namgyu giggles, before sliding over, sliding her hands onto Thanos' waistband*

"You are one horny girl."

*She mumbles, before placing her knee in-between her legs, hands sliding up to her face, kissing her roughly*

*Thanos whimpers slightly against her lips, most likely from the pressure on her, but this only makes Namgyu push harder, biting her bottom lip. She quickly moves to her neck, biting and sucking hard*

"F-fuck, you're rough today-" *Thanos huffs out, her nails digging his Namgyu's waist, earning a little sigh from her*

"You better give me all the pills I want after this, you little shit." *She mumbles against her neck, slowly sliding her hands to her shorts again, this time pulling them down, her fingers running along her panties*

"Yeah...yeah, whatever you want.." *Thanos mutters, whining for more. Namgyu pulls her panties off, before running her fingers along her clit*

"Barely touched you, and you're wet as fuck. You really are a needy bitch." *Namgyu hums, and slides in a finger. This earns a gasp from Thanos, her legs spreading wider.*

*Namgyu smirks, before sliding down, slipping in another finger, her tongue also licking her. Thanos arches her back, which only fuels Namgyu, who curls her fingers faster, slurping like she was in need of water*

"Fffuccckkk, please-" *Thanos whimpers out, hanging her head back, her hands tangled in Namgyu's hair, pushing her down farther*

*Namgyu hits a specific spot at an angle, which Thanos lets a sharp moan out at, and she continues to move her fingers there.*

*Thanos bites her bottom lip, her legs shaking a bit, her pussy clenching around Namgyu's fingers*

"I'm- hnghh--- shit, I'm close--" *She gasps, only for Namgyu to lick faster, making Thanos arch her back, pulling Namgyu's hair a bit, clenching the couch cushion under her the best she could*

*Namgyu finally pulls her mouth away, but her pace never slows, and if anything, speeds up*

"Nobody's stopping you." *She mumbles, bringing her lips up to the others, shoving her tongue into her mouth, fingering her faster as she cums around her fingers, legs shaking, panting into the kiss*

*She pulls her fingers out, pulling away from Thanos, placing her fingers in her mouth, sucking the juice off*

*This makes Thanos' face turn red, and she groans, half because of the sight, and half because of the orgasm*

"You are such a bitch." *Thanos grumbles, putting her clothes back on*

*Namgyu scoffs, pulling her fingers out of her mouth* "Just fucking ate her out and fingered her until she came and she's still calling me a bitch, guys." *She says, a giggle following*

*Um cleanup that I'm not writing because why would i do that.*

"So, my payment?" *Nam reminds, and Thanos sighs, sliding over the necklace*

"Just don't consume them all, you fuck-ass junkie."

*They both laugh, and Thanos lays in-between her legs, as they go back to watching that stupid ass show.*

Freaky ass druggies 😔

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There's nothing like summer in the city, when Thanos, under stress, meets Namgyu.

*Thanos continued typing on his computer, rubbing his eyes. He hadn't slept in who knows how long. His producers were on his ass about getting a new song out, but he had no ideas for lyrics. While he was thinking, half-asleep, a knock was heard on the door.*

*He stands up from the table, walking over to the door, before opening it, seeing who was there*

"Yes?" 

*It was his wife's cousin, Namgyu.*

*He raised an eyebrow, why was he here? And where was his husband?*

*On the otherside of the door, stood a slightly disheveled man. He looked like he walked five blocks to get here, and he musters up a smile*

"Hi uh.. You're Thanos, right? My cousin's said alot about you."

*Thanos blinks, before nodding*

"Yeah, you're Namsu. She's...mentioned you a few times." 

"Namgyu." *He corrects, before staying quiet*

*He shrugs,* "Same thing." *He leans on the doorway*

"Anyway, why're you here?"

*Namgyu starts messing with his nails, before looking at the other.*

"I'm sorry to bother you, I just didn't know where to go," *He places a hand on the back of his neck, looking at him sheepishly* "My...husband. He's been- mistreating me, and he just..left. I didn't know what to do."

*Thanos crosses his arms. He was slightly skeptical of his story, as when his wife mentioned Namgyu, it was mostly to ridicule him of being a liar.*

"..You live around here right? Maybe I can walk you home..?"

*Thanos offers. Normally he wouldn't, but this is his cousin-in-law we're talking about.*

*Namgyu nods appreciatively,* "Yeah, I live a block away." 

"Then we should get going. Kind of have work to do." *He nods his head towards his computer, and Namgyu nods again*

"Yeah, sorry about that."

"No biggie, I like to help people." 

*No he doesn't.*

*Thanos closes the front door, before walking with Namgyu*

*They talk about random things along the way, Thanos occasionally asking about his husband, and Namgyu asking about his wife.*

*They reach Namgyu's house, and he puts his hands in his pocket*

"Well, this one's mine." *He says, looking at the house, then he looks at Thanos*

"I should get going then." *Thanos nods, meeting the others gaze.*

"...."

"Would you like to come in? Just, you know, give you a lil something for being so kind to me." *Namgyu offers. What exactly is he offering, though?*

*Thanos raises an eyebrow, before shrugging* "Yeah sure, no harm in that."

*Boy was he wrong.*

*They walk into his living room, and Thanos looks around, as Namgyu closes and quietly locks the door*

"You have quite the house." *He says, placing his hands in his pockets, as he hears Namgyu giggle behind him* 

"Thank you, me and my husband work very hard."

"Right. Your husband." *He repeats to himself, before turning around* 

"So what were we doing again?" *Thanos says, facing the other, and Namgyu leads him upstairs*

"Its up here. In one of the rooms," *he says, Thanos following closely behind,* "been wanting to give it to ya since your wedding."

"Oh yeah, that's where I met you. I knew it was a while ago." *Thanos says, more to himself, and they walk into what seems like a bedroom.*

*Thanos, being the idiot he is, thinks nothing of it, and sits down on the bed*

"Soo?" *He looks at Namgyu, who seems to be locking that door aswell. This confuses him* "What are you doing?" 

"Nothing, door just locks everytime it closes. Just unlocking it." *He mumbles, before walking over to Thanos* 

*He looks around the room* "This is nice ass bedroom. Is this a guest bedroom? Might have to have a sleepover one day." *He scoffs, earning a giggle from Namgyu*

"Would look even nicer with your touch." *Namgyu says, with something behind his words that Thanos can't seem to place his finger on*

"What?"

"You heard me." 

*Namgyu pushes Thanos down, straddling him on the bed.*

*That's what it was. Lust.*

*Thanos looks up at him, hands on the sheets*

"I feel like im missing something here. We just went from zero to one-hundred in like ten seconds. Aren't you married?" 

*Namgyu leans down*

"Yeah, but sometimes he gets a little boring, and he only satisfies himself." *He shrugs,* "And I just know you get bored of my cousin. She's so boring and formal. I could do so much better."

*Well, he was partially right. But that was still cheating, and he didnt want to cheat...did he?*

"Just one time, that's all I'm asking for." *Namgyu adds, his voice sounding a little more desperate now*

"I dont know, this is kind of wrong."

"I dont care! They can- have eachother, they'd probably work better than we would with them."

*This makes him confused* 

"What?"

*He asks, and Namgyu scoffs*

"Dont tell me you dont know." *He looks down at Thanos* "They're fucking? Was that not known to you?"

*Thanos frowns slightly. He couldn't be entirely upset, he wasnt the best husband anyway.*

"I mean, no. Who would know that?"

*Namgyu sighs, before groaning* "That... doesn't matter. We're not talking about them."

*He pushes down a bit on Thanos' crotch, earning a groan in response. He leans down, whispering in his ear* 

"What matters is us, and what's happening now."

*He grins, and starts kissing his collarbone, before Thanos places his hand on the others chest*

"Wait, shouldn't we like--" *Namgyu cuts him off, his lips on the others, grinding against him*

*He mumbles into the kiss, before finally returning it. It felt wrong at first, but he thought a out his wife and Nam's husband, and he ignored that thought.*

*He slides his hand down Namgyu's jeans, unzipping them, as they continue kissing.*

*Namgyu pushes his tongue past his lips, while Thanos takes the rest of his bottoms off*

*Thanos eventually gets on his knees, Namgyu on the edge if the bed, legs slightly open*

*He runs his thumb across his tip, holding it and just messing with it, earning a few whines from him. Namgyu places his hands in his purple hair *

"You fucking tease-" *He spits out, before Thanos spits on his dick, sucking on it*

*He groans, biting his lip, his hands tugging slightly as his hair, and he looks down at him*

"Mmh- You're doing so good." *He says, pulling a bit harder, earning a whine from Thanos', who bites down on his cock in response, sending a wave of both pain and pleasure to Namgyu*

"You bitch-" *He swallows a moan as Thanos moves faster, and Namgyu angles his cock, making it go deeper in his mouth*

*Thanos gags lightly, but takes it anyway. Namgyu continues mumbling little words of encouragement and praises. His words go straight to his crotch, as he picks up the pace*

*Namgyu arches his back a little bit, a whiny moan slipping through his lips.* "Shit, I'm gonna cum-"

*This only makes him keep up the speed, and he bites down again, making Namgyu cry out a bit, before shooting his load into Thanos' throat, which he swallows, licking around his cock*

"Holy fuck, you're a biter." *He sucks in air through his teeth as Thanos pulls his mouth off of him*

"Please, that was nothing." *He scoffs, wiping around his mouth*

"Bullshit.." *He mutters* "Maybe it's because its been so long." *He shrugs, before glancing at Thanos' pants, then him, grinning.*

*Thanos catches this, and sighs, waving him off, unbuckling his belt, making Nam's smile wider*

*He pulls off his pants, giggling at the sight, wrapping his hand around his crotch, slowly stroking*

*Thanos' breath hitches, and he involuntarily whimpers, his hips bucking a bit*

"Aw, already worked up and I've barely even touched you!" *He purses his lips, before moving just a little faster, teasing him* 

"Please-" *He whines, biting his nail, and leaning his head back*

*This goes on for, what, ten minutes? Speeding up, and slowing down until Thanos finishes aswell*

*They both put their clothes back on, and sit on the bed silently* 

"Are you sure they're not gonna find out?" *Thanos looks up at Namgyu. The posture difference made Thanos shorter. Who knew Namgyu had such great structure?*

"Yeah, it's whatever anyway." *He shrugs, sitting in silence, before Namgyu speaks up again* "You wanna go eat? Kinda hungry."

"Yeah sure." *They stands up, and head downstairs, eating who knows what.*

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Namgyu shuffles around, the sheets rustling as she slips out of Choi's grip, sitting up, rubbing her eyes, glancing at the other, who was sleeping soundly, whole body sprawled out on the bed, her mouth open, drooling.

Namgyu sighs, before  heading to the bathroom, brushing her teeth, taking a shower, and washing her hair.

She gets dressed, and applies eyeliner, and then heading to the kitchen, grabbing her keys and slipping her shoes, before leaving. 

She heads outside the apartment complex sitting in the car, hands on the steering wheel. She started thinking back to what happened last night.

Shouting, which turned to hitting, which turned to aggressive sex with no aftercare, and Choi left her to clean up, as she took a shower. 

Namgyu sighed, running a hand through her hair, before taking a deep breath, starting the car. She didn't want to stay in the apartment with her any longer.

Namgyu continues driving around the small downtown area nearby their neighbourhood. She stops at a stoplight, waiting to turn, as both of the lights turn red. 

She taps the steering wheel, pulling up, getting ready to turn, before a horn is heard. She slams on the brake, and a car slams into her.

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Thanos groans, wiping her mouth. She yawns, before slowly opening her eyes, looking at where Namgyu would've been.

"Goodmorning, Nam..sorry about last night. I didnt mean to lash ou-" 

She pauses, realizing she isnt there. 

"..Namsu?"

She says, looking at the empty spot, the blanket slightly folded, and she looks around the room, before launching herself up. 

The bathroom door was half open, light off, and she walks in. The mirror was foggy, so clearly Namgyu WAS there. 

She walks around the entire house, scanning it for Namgyu, though finding no one. She hums, before sitting down on the couch, turning the TV on, just assuming that Namgyu went off mad somewhere.

After a while, her phone goes off, and she grumbles, heading upstairs and grabbing it off the charger, sitting on the edge of the bed. 

"Probably Nam." She says, before looking at the number.

"Unknown?" She raises an eyebrow, before answering.

"Hello?" She says, slightly annoyed. 

"Hello, is this Choi Subong?" A man says on the other line. Thanos sighs at the use of her real name, but nods, before realising they can't see her. 

"Yeah, yeah thats me. Who is this?" 

"This is Seoul City Hospital. We're calling to inform you that your..girlfriend, Namgyu, has been in a car accident." He says calmly.

Her breath hitches, and her heart drops. She opens her mouth to say something, but nothing but a slight gasp comes out.

"You were the only person on her contact form, so we assumed you would want to know." 

"Of course I'd want to fucking--" She stopped, standing up, walking to the door, slipping on her shoes.

"Just- I'll be there in a few minutes. Bye." She says, and hangs up without listening to them.

She didnt have a car to reach the hospital, but it was definitely in walking distance, so she practically ran.

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Thanos rushes into the hospital, bolting to the front desk. 

"Where is she?" She slams her hands down on.

"Sorry, who exactly?" The woman asks calmly, though startled by the slam.

"My fucking girlfriend! Nams- Namgyu!" She shouts, drawing a few looks from others, but she ignored them. She just wanted to know if her girlfriend was okay.

The lady types slowly on the computer. "How do you spell that?"

Thanos stammers, looking at her dumbfounded. "Fucking Namgyu?! Are you serious?!"

"Ma'am please calm down." She says, pulling it up, before looking at Thanos. 

"I'm going to need to confirm that you know her." The lady says calmly. Thanos pulls at her hair. 

"WILL YOU JUST TELL ME THE ROOM NUMBER BEFORE I FUCKING-" She stops, realizing this wasnt going to help. 

"Fuck, Choi Subong. I'm her- fucking girlfriend if that wasn't obvious already." She runs a hand through her hair. She hadn't brushed it, so her fingers got slightly tangled up. 

"Room 124. Down the hallway to the right." She hums, handing Thanos a visitor pass. Thanos lets out a strangled sigh, before snatching it, mumbling a few insults at the receptionist, before rushing to the room.

She reaches the room, swinging the door open to see a nurse, and Namgyu sitting on the bed in a patient gown. She looks at the nurse. 

"Is she-"

"Choi?"

Thanos' head snaps toward the voice. It was Namgyu. The nurse smiled softly, though it was filled with pity and sorrow. 

"I'm sorry, but can I speak to you in the hallway?" 

Thanos whines a little, but Namgyu nods, and Thanks sighs, following her out.

The nurse closes the door, and turns to Thanos. 

"She's lucky to have survived. Other driver died." She sighs. Thanos thought it was a bad sigh, but the Nurse reassured her after seeing the look on her face. 

"She's going to be okay. She just needs to stay here for about a month, because of a few injuries. She..somehow had a minor concussion, and a few cuts, but only broke an arm and a leg." This makes Thanos raise an eyebrow.

"Literally?"

She nods. This didn't come as a surprise to her, except for the "few cuts". It didnt make sense. Only a few? In a car crash? She didnt think too hard on it anymore though, because Namgyu was alive and okay, and that's all that mattered. Had it been different, hell would've broke loose, no matter who did it.

"We're just going to recheck her twice a week, make sure nothing shifts or falls out of place. We will also do our normal routine checks on her, as we would and other patient. Other than that, you're free to stay here." She smiles. A slightly less pitiful smile, which Thanos liked better than the other one.

She nods, "Thank you."

Thanos walks back into the room, sitting down in the chair next to Namgyu's bed. Namgyu turns her head towards her. 

"Hi." She mutters, managing a small smile, though she was still a little pissed from the events last night. How was she still pissed even after what just happened? Nobody knows.

"..."

Thanos just stares at her, before tears start pricking at her eyes, her lip quivering. 

"What are you-?" 

She bursts into tears, her head on Namgyu's lap, as she chokes on her tears. She couldn't help but feel like this was somewhat her fault.

This startles Namgyu, but she places her hand on her her shoulder. 

"Choi, why're you crying?"

She asks concerned, rubbing her with her thumb, and Thanos sniffles, swallowing hard.

"I- T-this was my fault, if I wasn't such a bitch to you, y-you wouldn't have left--" 

Namgyu cuts her off, lifting up her chin. 

"Look, it wasnt your fault. People are assholes on the road, and all we can do is not contribute to it. I probably would've gone out anyway, I wanted McDonald's." She admits, shrugging.

Thanos looks at her, feeling slightly better, but still guilty.

"... I'm also sorry about last night. I should've stayed with you. I love you, and I'm sorry." She says, before laying her head on her lap as best as she could.

"Shut up before I throw you out the window. Sorrow and guilt don't look good on you." She says, which gets a scoff of slight offense from the other. 

"You bitch.." She replies, voice still a little shakey, looking at Namgyu.

Thanos narrows her eyes, glaring, before rolling her eyes and sighing giggling, which Namgyu chuckles, and they both laugh. 

"Atleast you're okay," Thanos thought, smiling to herself

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Thanos laid in the bed he and Namgyu shared. He was scrolling on his phone, trying to find really anything entertaining, which was often nothing. 

“Gosh, this shit it so fucking bland.” He thinks to himself, his chin on top of Namgyu’s pillows. He always slept with two. Thanos always found that odd, but cute.

Footsteps were heard, and Namgyu pushed open the door. “Choiiiiii.” He dragged out, sitting down next to him, a glass of water and a granola bar in his hand. 

Thanos shook his head, knowing what was coming. He wasn’t hungry. Well, he was, but he didn’t feel like eating anymore. It was hard, and the thought of it was just gross.

“Come on, eat so I can go get ready for work.” He pushed on. Thanos knew he wasn’t going to go anywhere until he at least swallowed a dime-sized portion of the bar. 

Namgyu got a different job after the games. They both did. Well, Thanos quit his rapping career. Not because he, well, sucked, but because it was draining. Now his job is moping around, and doing nothing all day. Crazy, right? It’s like this was deemed to happen.

He sighed, chugging the water. He never had an issue with drinking anything. It was light on his stomach, and suppressed the hunger.

After he drank the water, he looked down at the granola bar in his lap, before reluctantly opening it, taking a bite the size of his pinky.

Namgyu looked slightly satisfied, and a soft smile appeared on his face. 

“Thank you, sweetheart.” He hummed, before standing up, refilling his glass, and then going into the bathroom to shower.

Thanos sat up in the bed, looking at the bar. It wasn’t as bad as he thought it would be, and it stayed down. It felt like it wasn’t even there, and Thanos loved that. He took another bite, scrolling on his phone, knees pressed to his chest, as he sat against the headboard. 

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After a while, Namgyu finally came back, towel around his waist as he looked for his work clothes. 

Thanos still sat up, though done with the bar. He rested his chin on his arms, which were across his knees, as he continuously doomscrolled on the internet.

Meanwhile, Namgyu sprays on his cologne, and walks over to Thanos, kissing him on the forehead. 

“I’ll be back by about 7 o’clock.” He smiles, and Thanos just nods, glancing up at him. Namgyu knew he didn’t want to be bothered, and it probably had to do with the fact that he was going to be gone for so long. 

But he slipped his shoes on, grabbing his wallet, keys and phone, before leaving the apartment, leaving Thanos alone.

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Thanos shifted around in the bed only about 100 times, before he groaned, standing up and heading to the bathroom. He left the door open, staring at himself in the mirror. “Why close it? Not like anyone’s home.” He scoffed, annoyed, before taking a deep breath. It smelt horrible, and he knew the smell.

It was him. 

He knew it, but he didn’t, couldn’t– shower. It was gut wrenching just thinking about it. He glanced down at the sink, which had makeup scattered everywhere, yet somehow in order. “Namsu,” he thought. “Empty tubes of eyeliner, lipgloss and mascara? Definitely him.” He hummed, before finally deciding to use the bathroom. 

Once he finished, he flushed, looking at the sink again. Did he really want to wash his hands? Not really. The soap smell burned his nose. He couldn’t remember the last time soap smelt okay to him. Or anything, for that matter. Except Namgyu.

He always smelt good. Like vanilla. That was his second favourite scent, though he’d never admit that to him. Cherry was his personal favourite. Mostly because of the red colour. 

He ran a hand through his fading purple hair, which was also greasy and tangled. When did he last brush his hair?

Please, more like when did he last do anything? He could barely make it to the kitchen without feeling like he was dying. He never did though, which was just lovely. Thanos finally groaned, before going back to the bed.

Everyday. 

Everyday was like this.

Wake up, scroll, converse with Namgyu, watch him leave, piss, scroll and wait for him to come back, eat again, sleep, repeat.

I mean, what kind of pathetic routine is that? Who sits in bed all day, rotting away and doing nothing with their life? 

He did. 

He did that.

And he was slowly losing his mind.

Why? No one knows. It’s not like anyone was forcing him to do it, but he just genuinely couldn’t bring himself to do anything. Even just breathing felt like a chore sometimes, and he would almost give up.

Give up.

That seems to hover around in his mind.

He used to think about giving up.

But everytime he would think about it, someone flickered in his mind. 

Namgyu. 

Namgyu was always there. Calm. Even through the shit he put him through.

Passing out, throwing up on him, getting high and almost overdosing, almost jumping off a bridge twice, almost dying of blood loss, and almost succeeding in starving himself. But everytime, he’d live. Why?

Namgyu.

Fucking Namgyu.

He always tried so hard to be upset with him sometimes, but deep down he knew he just hated himself for not being good enough for him. He loved him no matter what, whether he showed it or not.

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A few hours pass, and the door unlocks and pushes open. Namgyu sets his items on the table, kicking his shoes off and setting them neatly to the side.

He heads towards the bedroom, fully expecting Thanos to be in his own spot asleep, but once he reaches the room, he’s surprised to see that Thanos is actually wide awake, sitting in his spot, chewing on his nails. Nothing new, but he’s normally not awake right now.

“Well hello to you.” Namgyu walks over, sitting in front of him,

“Feeling energized?” Thanos looks up at him. 

“I guess. I can’t seem to fall asleep.” He shrugs, and Namgyu hums, nodding. 

“Well, that’s a good thing! Maybe you can make it to 9pm.” He nudges him with a soft smile that Thanos doesn’t attempt to return. He looks back down at his phone, before turning the phone around showing him a little meme he found earlier, that he thought Namgyu would find funny. 

He was right.

Namgyu giggled a little bit, before standing up and changing into sweatpants and a hoodie, then taking Thanos’ spot on the bed, making him scoot over to the right side, as Thanos rested his head on his shoulder.

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After a while scrolling through the internet, Thanos struggles to keep his eyes open, which Namgyu notices.

“Tired?” He smiles, before taking Thanos’ phone out of his hand, placing it on the charger and laying Thanos down, pulling the cover over him. 

He gets up, walking to the bathroom, brushing his teeth, washing his face, and going to sleep as well.

---------- A few weeks later ----------

Things were getting harder to manage. At first, it was all fun and jokes, but Thanos just seems to be getting worse, and it’s finally affecting Namgyu. 

Thanos was being particularly difficult today, and Namgyu was on the verge of breaking down. More than usual, actually.

Nothing was helping.

Thanos had rejected every little thing Namgyu offered. 

“Ready to eat?” “No, not really hungry.” “Okay, drink your water.” “I’m not thirsty.” “Have you brushed your hair?” “No, I don't want to get up.” “Don’t stay on your phone in the dark here, it hurts your eyes, crack the blinds or something.” “I could care less.”

Every. 

Little.

Thing.

It was starting to piss him off. This had been happening for the past few weeks.

Namgyu looked like he wanted to rip his hair out, and Thanos was just…Thanos.

Namgyu sighed, giving up.

“Fine I j…I give up.” Namgyu wiped his face with his hands. 

He was tired of his antics.

He was tired of having to help him everyday.

He was tired of being tired.

He wanted to help, but everything he did just seemed to never be enough. What happened?

He stood up, walking to the bathroom, closing the door. 

Thanos didn't even glance at him. He was sick of his own shit. He set his phone down, thinking for a bit.

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A few hours passed, and Thanos starting getting restless, still waiting for Namgyu.

Was he taking a shit or something?

No, three hours is too long for that.

Did he just want to avoid him?

No, he could've just left the apartment.

His mind started thinking all types of things, but he pushed all those thoughts away. 

One seemed to linger in his mind though, and it made his heart speed up.

“...Namsu?” He called out, getting no response, which only made him worry.

He slowly got out of the bed, his legs shaking a little bit from not being used much anymore.

He approaches the bathroom door, knocking. It was cracked open.

“Namgyu.” He says again, instead using his actual name. His breath hitched at the silence, and he groans, before pushing the door open. 

His heart stopped and his face turned pale at the sight. His stomach churned, and his jaw goes slack.

“Nam- NAMGYU?!” He gasps, his knees going weak as he knelt down to the bleeding male on the floor. 

His wrist was red, and he was sitting in a pool of his own blood. Literally. His pants were stained, and there was a razor in his other hand.

He knew Namgyu self-harmed. They both knew. Namgyu didn't want to get better. He loved seeing the blood pour out, and stopped Thanos every time he got near, to where it just became accepted. Still worried him.

But this? Namgyu couldn't push him away. Couldn't even look at him. His eyes had no sparkle in them. They were dull. Like doll eyes. 

Namgyu loved those.

Every time they watched a movie or TV show with someone who died, he always got excited seeing life leave their eyes. 

Except now, Thanos was searching for life in his.

For the first time, he was searching for life . 

He shook him profusely like that was going to do anything. Which, the only thing that it did was hurt him, because of how fragile he was becoming from his lifestyle.

He was long gone.

Namgyu was long gone.

And it was all his fault.

If he just stopped being such a little shit, his boyfriend would be in the bed, talking him through eating, helping him get better every step of the way.

But now?

Pfft.

Now, he was on the floor, gone.

He couldn't even call the police, or an ambulance. He couldn't afford it. All he could do was cry, but..

He didn't. 

He just sat there, hands shaking as he looked at the body on the floor.

He couldn't keep doing this.

He had to do something about himself. Not only for him, but for Namgyu.

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It still lingered in his mind. The sight, the blade, the blood. 

Namgyu.

No matter how hard he tried to get over it, the picture kept coming back, and Thanos kept getting worse. He tried to get better, really. He started eating more, drinking more, actually leaving the house and taking care of himself. 

But no matter how hard he scrubbed and brushed, no matter how much he chowed down or chugged, 

The feeling stayed.

It was his fault.

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Thanos stepped forward, leaning on the railing of the bridge. He wasn't going to jump. 

…

Maybe. 

But before, he thought about a lot of other things, like how he tried so hard, just to end up like this.

His eyes were dull, and he lost the last little bit of “Thanos” he had in him. 

Now?

Now he was just Choi Subong.

He was the worst boyfriend anyone could ask for.

He was the worst son anyone could have.

He was the worst. 

He was nothing.

He looks back over the bridge again, contemplating if the fall would kill him. 

...

Definitely.

He swung his legs over the railing, his grip slowly loosening.

But right before he let go, he smiled to himself.

“Maybe in another life I could’ve been the boyfriend you deserved.” 

And then he let go.

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Today was Namgyu and Choi’s 2 year anniversary. They had been together since the games had come to an end. 

So, Namgyu being the little planner she was, set up a date for them, to the local amusement park. 

Now, Choi LOVED roller coasters. She was a practical fanatic, and had ridden almost every ride at the local park. Namgyu, on the other hand?

Oh she was terrible.

She was afraid of roller coasters. Horrified, even. Did she still ride them? Yes. Why? Well, for Choi. She didn’t wanna be a scaredy-cat in front of her, so she got on. 

They were always fun, but Namgyu was always terrified of the ride breaking down, and being stuck in the air, or worse, having to get out of the car and walk down the stairs. Now that was terrifying.

But nonetheless, she still set it up. 

The surprise and happiness on Choi’s face didn’t seem to shock Namgyu, as she’d been expecting that reaction, since she loved that place. They both got ready, wearing shorts and shit like that since it was going to be hot as hell, and messed around in the car on the way there and occasionally messing up the others hair, or eyeliner. AKA, Choi was bothering Namgyu the entire time they were driving. 

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Once they finally got in, Namgyu parked the car, and an annoyed groan came from the other.

“Aw seriously? What gives? We gotta walk alllllllll the way to the park?” She pouts. 

“You’re not gonna die. We’ll be walking longer than that in the park.” Namgyu reassures. 

“Well I know, but it’s different! I’m walking where there’s seats!”

“And you’re gonna be walking to the seats, so be quiet.”

She groans again, before Namgyu whacks her on the shoulder, and she finally stops. They reach the gates, going inside, giving and scanning tickets and allat jazz, when Choi gasps.

“What is it this- Oh my god is that Se-mi and Min-su.” Namgyu’s jaw drops, and Choi giggles, before running up behind him, and squeezing him.

“My boy Min-su!!! How are you??!!??” She says ecstatically. Se-mi looks around confused, before spotting Namgyu and sighing, nodding to herself. 

Namgyu takes this as an opportunity to walk over, and she waves at them. 

“Se-mi.” She says, crossing her arms, feigning a smile. They were on okay terms. Especially after she tried to kill Se-mi after Choi had taken a liking to her. Jealous, much?

“Namgyu.” She replies in the same snarky tone. She looks at Choi and Min-su, who were talking about absolutely nothing. She had finally stopped being extremely all over Min-su, but her affection for him was definitely still there. 

“Seems Choi still adores Min-su,” Namgyu put her hands in the pockets of her jean skirt. 

Se-mi nodded, shrugging, “Yeah, I don’t see who wouldn’t. He’s a sweet one.” This made Namgyu look at her. There was a slight smile on her face. 

“Aw, you too are finally together?” Namgyu purses her lips before grinning. She had to admit, the two were always so close. She never took this into account until after the..incident. 

“Yeah. That air-head actually liked me. Crazy, I know. It’s like it wasn’t obvious or anything.” This was clearly backhanded, since she and Nam had talked about her feelings towards Choi, after she tried to take her head off her body. Se-mi had spoken to the other about it, and she was completely confused by what she meant. 

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“What do you mean ‘do I like Namgyu?’ Duh. She’s great.” 

“That’s not what I mean, Choi.”

“Yes I like Namgyu.”

“Sure you do, bud.”

“Shut the hell up, I said I do. She’s a great friend.”

“You still don’t get it, that’s okay.”

“Excuse me?”

“Nevermind, dumbass.”

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“You are such a dick.” Namgyu pinched the bridge of her nose, before looking at Choi, who was walking off to one of the coasters with Min-su. 

It turned out that he liked them too, and Se-mi didn’t. Crazy right?

“Where are they going?” Se-mi looked at them too, then at Namgyu. 

“Prolly on some roller coaster that might-” Se-mi cuts her off, “Crash into the rails and burn? Yeah.” 

Namgyu looks at her, smirking, “You don't like those either?” 

Se-mi shakes her head. “Nah, I prefer playing it safe. I don’t care how many seat belts there are.”

They both follow behind the other two, watching them get in line, and they sit down on a nearby bench. Namgyu starts up again.

“Who would’ve known that Se-mi, all powerful woman, would be scared of a puny B&M coaster?” She says cockily, even though she knew she was scared too.

“If you’re not, then get on it. Watch it break as soon as your fatass sits down.” She retorts, before bursting out into laughter at her joke, but Namgyu didn’t find it funny. Well, a little bit. 

“You are such a bitch..” She mumbles, before laughing a little too.

They continued talking, before the other two came down, laughing and talking too. They obviously had fun, and that’s all that mattered to Namgyu and Se-mi.

The group proceeds to the next ride after ride, occasionally only being Choi and Namgyu or Min-su, Se-mi and Min-su or Namgyu, and all four of them. 

They laughed and talked about nothing, before sitting down and eating ice cream. Namgyu and Choi shared, Se-mi got ice cream, and Min-su got cotton candy. 

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It got dark after a while, and they all said their goodbye’s, before heading their separate ways.

As Namgyu and Choi held hands walking to the car, Choi noticed a small smile on her face, which normally doesn’t happen randomly. 

“Somethin' on your mind, Namsu?” She swung their hands back and forth. 

“Yeah. You. I love you.” She says, her smile growing a bit wider while they approached the car.

“Aw, I’m flattered.” She sticks her tongue out, getting in the passenger side.

“I hope you are. And I hope you had fun today, because you deserve it, sweetheart.” She gets in, looking at Choi, who was blushing profusely, trying to cover it up with a scoff. 

“Y-yeah, yeah, of course I do.” 

“I love you.”

“I- I love you too, Namsu.”

Namgyu sighs. A regular sigh. Happy-ish, slightly annoyed, but more happy.

“Gyuuuu. Namgyu. Nammgyu.” She corrects, before starting the car, turning to Choi one last time before they drove off to settle down for the night.

“I’m serious, by the way. I fucking love you, and you’re an amazing girlfriend, and I hope it stays that way.” She grins, ruffling her hair, and kissing her on the cheek, before pulling out of the lot.

Choi stared at her, mouth slightly agape as she placed her hand on her cheek. They were normally affectionate towards each other, but this was a whole nother level.

She giggled to herself quietly, resting her head on the window with nothing but appreciation in her heart. 

She loved her girlfriend, and her girlfriend loved her, and that was all she needed to know.

Chapter Text

Thanos laughed with his friend, his eyes a light shade of red, his face red from laughing. Namgyu continued telling stupid work stories, which in turn would make one of them start wheezing, and then they were both just dying of laughter. They were both as high as a kite on Thanos’ couch, and didn’t even know what they were laughing about.

“And- And then she asked me for three shots of espresso-” Namgyu chokes out, which causes them both to burst out into laughter. 

“ I- I said, I said, “Ma’am this isn’t Denny's–”, before I realized I meant Starbucks.” He kicks his feet, gasping for air, but still laughing. Thanos also bursts into laughter. There was nothing funny, they both knew that, but it was so stupid that it was funny in the moment.

“What’d she do, what’d she do?” Thanos snorted, looking at Namgyu. Something washed over him. Odd. That never happened before.

“She- she said-” His voice cuts out, as Thanos continues looking at him, his eyes wandering around his face. Namgyu was paying no attention to this, still dying.

But he couldn’t focus on it. He was too fixated with other things. All of a sudden, he became aware of his heartbeat, which was practically beating out of his chest. He assumed it was because of the drugs, but he started to become more aware of Namgyu too. Taking in details he never did before.

 For once, he was actually quiet. Trying to figure out what was happening. Was he slowly dying right now, and his life was about flash before his eyes? Why was his heart picking up every time he felt like laughing at what Namgyu had to say? Nothing was making sense.

This never happened to him, why is it, and what is happening now ?

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Namgyu finally finishes his story, before looking at Thanos, who had been staring at him this entire time. Was he okay?

“Heyooooooooooo.” He drags out slowly, struggling to wave his hand in front of Thanos’ face. 

This doesn’t work and the lack of attention somewhat upsets Namgyu, so he kicks him with the little strength he still had access to.

“Choi, answer me, you’re being weird as fuuuck.” He whines, tugging on his arm.

The kicking and tugging seemed to pull him out of whatever odd trance he was in.

He shakes his head. “Yeah, uh, what?” He says, rubbing his eyes.

“You’re a lot more out of it.” Namgyu says, pulling his sleeves over his hands, putting his arms behind his head. 

Thanos stammers. Why is he stammering? That’s embarrassing. “I uhhh…I was just..thinking. Prolly the drugs, dude.” He shrugs. They did do something new, so he played it off. Not like Namgyu could say he was wrong, he wasn’t him. He couldn’t say diddly. 

“Okay.” Namgyu sticks his tongue out, before taking a deep breath and yawning. “I’m tired, man. Mind if I crash on your couch? Don’t feel like running red lights tonight.” 

Thanos shrugs. “Yeah, make yourself at home, I could care less.” This was true. Namgyu did this often, and Thanos did too. They preferred to keep innocent people out of their recklessness, after what happened the second time they went driving high. 

Bad times.

Namgyu grins, already laying down, and Thanos stands up, stumbling, before heading to his room, flopping on his bed, passing out.

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Thanos is awoken to shaking and complaining, with a hint of growling. Stomach growling. He sighs, a muffled groan in his throat, and he rubs his eyes, sitting up. 

“Subongg.” He whines, still shaking him. He had a habit of dragging out his words when either high, complaining, being annoying, or all of the above. 

“What, Namsu?” He replied, quite annoyed. It felt too early for this, but when he got a glimpse of the time, it was 8 am. 

“I’m hungry and your fridge has nothing edible.” That was a lie, Namgyu knew it. But he didn’t want cereal for breakfast. He was a sophisticated man, and he had his needs. 

“I have…like..Kraft mac and cheese in the-” Namgyu shakes his head.

“I want food, not microwavable microplastics that might explode in my kidney.”

Thanos looked at him dumbfounded. 

“ What? ” He scoffs.

“I want some fucking food. Take me to breakfast.” He shakes him harder.

“Goddamnit, Namsu- I got it the first time, stop shaking me, I’m not a goddamn maraca.” He rubs his face, “What do you want anyway, that I can’t make in the kitchen?” 

“Food. I want french toast, a fruit bowl, and some goddamn coffee and cranberry juice. It is never that hard to please me.” 

Lies. Namgyu was never satisfied. Not even when they were high. He always had some type of complaint. Or really, just something to say. 

“Get your shit on then, we can go to…Denny’s or something.” He teases, but Namgyu doesn't find this funny.

“Hell no, I want a delectable meal.”

“Fuck you, it’s all the same.”

“I want. A delectable. Meal. Choi.”

Thanos bit his lip, before sighing. Something deep down in his chest told him to just do whatever Namgyu wanted. It wasn’t like there was any harm in going somewhere better anyway.

“Fine, gosh.” He stood up, about to change.

“...You just gonna…stand there..?” He mumbles, glancing over his shoulder.

“I’ve literally seen you naked before, I’m not going anywhere.” He sits down on the bed, somehow already ready. Hair brushed, smelt like vanilla like always, eyeliner done, and a new set of clothes. Definitely his.

That was true, he had, but something felt different about it. He was a little flustered by this, but he knew Namgyu wasn’t going anywhere, so he sighed, reluctantly changing.

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After he got himself ready, they headed out. Thanos was a terrible driver, so Namgyu always drove them. He’d walk, otherwise.

Thanos looked out the window, and let out a silent shaky sigh. It felt weird to be in the same car as Namgyu now. Why? He had no idea. He kept feeling some way about doing anything by, in front, or with Namgyu.

This went on all day.

Every time Namgyu would do so much as look in Thanos’ direction, his heart would speed up, and he’d look away, his face turning a pale pink. Thank everything, because Namgyu never noticed.

Once they finally parted ways when Namgyu dropped Thanos back off, he walked into his apartment and sat on the couch, his head in his hands.

What was happening to him?

He couldn’t understand why it felt so odd and scary to be around Namgyu all of a sudden.

He took out his phone, and called Se-mi. The five, yes five, of them stayed in contact. Why part?

The phone rang once, then a “Hello?” was heard.

“Se-mi? Yeah, hi. I- wanted to talk about Nam-gyu.” He mumbles.

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“Yeah, no, dude you definitely like him. You don’t get nervous around your best friend, that’s like, weirdo.” She says, smirking behind the phone.

“Wow, thanks a lot for your help.” He says sarcastically. He did appreciate it though.

“Aw you’re welcome.” She paused, then added, “Now go like, confess. He definitely likes you. He clings onto you like you’re his lifeline. Trust, I’ve seen it. You got this, Su.” Thanos groans, leaning back. 

They hung up, and he sat there, looking at the ceiling.

He liked Namgyu.

He liked Namgyu.

He liked Namgyu.

Thanos sighed, as her voice rang in his head. 

“He definitely likes you. He clings onto you like you’re his lifeline. Trust, I’ve seen it.”

This was slightly true. During the games, Namgyu followed him around everywhere, copying all his movements, and standing behind him, figuratively and literally.

He rubbed his eyes, before walking over to the cabinet, grabbing a wine-bottle and sitting back on the couch, turning on a random show.

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After an hour of drinking every time a character did something dumb in the show and he got second hand embarrassment, he felt sort of…out of it. 

His phone buzzed of course, just in time, and he answered it.

“Hellooo, Thanosss.” He answered, before a familiar voice rang in his head. 

“Yeah, I know that, I just talked to you. Like four hours ago. I got more pills, be there innn…five?” 

Namgyu.

“Ohhhh, yeah sure duude.” He replies, his words slightly running together.

“Kay, bye weirdo.” He hung up. What was with everyone calling him a weirdo today? Anyway.

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About twenty minutes later, not five, a knock is heard on the door. 

Thanos stumbled over to the door, not doing too well on his feet right now, and he opened it.

“Namsuuuuuu!” He exclaimed, swinging his arm around the other's shoulder, earning a grunt from him.

“Yeah, Nam gyu ..!” He says with fake enthusiasm, slightly annoyed. “Probably just got off a shift,” Thanos thought, before stumbling into Namgyu as he was about to go back to the couch.

Namgyu raised an eyebrow. “You good?”

Thanos scoffs, “Uh, yeha.” He shrugs, before Namgyu holds him tightly, guiding him back to the couch.

“I'm going to pretend I don’t see that empty wine bottle that was full this morning, which I know because I saw .” He sits down next to Thanos, who now has this goofy look on his face. 

“What?” Namgyu notices his look, his face flushed, and his whole body warm.

“You're so pretty.” He slurs out, leaning closer to the other. Namgyu looks away then at him, a whiff of wine hitting him.

“Dude, you're hammered.” Namgyu mumbled, before shoving the baggie in his pocket, sitting up. Thanos hummed, before shrugging.

“Eehhhh I'm fine..” He grumbles, leaning onto Namgyu. His shoulder tense a little bit, but more so in concern. He lifts him up.

“No. No, “I'm fine.” What you are, is about to go the hell to bed, and I'm gonna stay here and take care of your sorry ass. Why the hell did you down that anyway?” Namgyu says, angrily concerned. Thanos ignored this, and looked Namgyu in his eyes.

“I think you're really pretty, Namsuuuu. We should kiss, and get married, and adopt 7 dogs..” He mumbles, giggling slowly.

Namgyu again looks at him dumbfounded. “How about you shut the hell up and go to sleep? Greeeat idea.” Namgyu stayed quiet for a second, “And if we ever got married, we're getting cats, not dogs.”

Thanos gasps, “You're accepting my proposallllll?” He squeals, looking up at Namgyu. “Oh, kiss me Namsu, it's kismet!” He giggled, half joking. 

“I'm not- Kissing you right now.” He mumbles, pushing his face away. “It wouldn't be right.”

“Awe pleeease?” He whined.  

“No, Choi. We're taking you to bed.” 

“You're no fun.”

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Once Namgyu brings Thanos to his bed, he sits down on the edge, and Thanos looks at him. 

“I really like you.” He says, and Namgyu scoffs.

“Yeah, sure you do. And I like when you're sober.” Namgyu jokes, before he feels a hand grab his arm. 

“I’m serious,” He admits, “I really do like you, Namsu.” He whines, tugging at his arm. “I always feel some way about you when I see you. My heart beats faster, and my hands start shaking, and I can't think straight.” 

Namgyu just stares at him, face ever so slightly red. “...You don't know what you're talking about. Just go to sleep, and we can talk tomorrow.”

So much for confessing his feelings, Se-mi.

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The next morning, Thanos wakes up, rubbing his eyes and sitting up, before heading into the living room. 

He recalled the events from the night before, except Namgyu wouldn't believe him. Makes sense, he wouldn't believe himself either.

Thanos peeked over the couch, to see Namgyu fast asleep, with the blanket he usually took from him. The baggie was also on the table with one pill left, so he probably took those last night.

He turns the TV off, and grabs the baggie, taking the last pill. It’s not like one would do anything anyway. He was an experienced person. He walks to the kitchen, making himself breakfast, meaning heating up kraft mac and cheese, some prestigious asshole wouldn’t eat. He sits down at the counter, on a barstool, eating his ‘meal’, before hearing rustling from the couch, and he spins around.

“Good morning.” He mumbles through a mouth of food, and Namgyu waves him off.

“Yeah, hi.” He takes a deep breath, either because he’s super tired, or because of the events from last night.

They sit in silence for a while, before he takes this as an opportunity to talk.

“Hey, Namsu? About last night–” Namgyu shakes his head, taking his phone out and cutting him off. “You were drunk? Don’t like me like that? Yeah, no dude I know.” 

Thanos chokes on his mac and cheese. “No– That’s not- what I was gonna say-” 

This seems to make Namgyu turn his head. “What?”

“I like you, Nams- Namgyu. A lot. I don’t- I think I said it enough last night. Spoke a lot without meaning to, though. But I spoke to Se-mi, and she told me that it sounds like I like you. Which, I do, I don’t need some chick to tell me that. But, it’s different with you. I’ve never felt this kind of way with anyone else I’ve ever been with, and I’m not even with you.” He swallows. “I just hope this doesn’t change anything between us, I just needed to get that off my chest.” And that was true. After he explained all of that, his chest felt lighter, and he could finally look at Namgyu without almost having a heart attack. 

Namgyu looks at him, speechless, and he just stammers, his face red. “Dude I f…I thought you were joking. You always say stupid things but this is just..” He shakes his head. That makes Thanos’ heart drop.

“Shoot, I mean, I guess I liked you too. But I didn’t wanna accept that drunken confession. It just didn’t feel genuine.” 

Thanos scoffs in slight offense. “You guess ? And my confession was just fine! Maybe get your head out of your ass, and stop expecting four dozen roses and a goddamn Ferrari!” 

“I didn’t say all of that you idiot, I just prefer SOBER CONFESSIONS! Gosh, I like you too!, is that what you want?!” 

“Yes! Thank you!” He eats another forkful of mac, before Namgyu walks over, taking the fork and food from him, walking to the couch, and turning on the TV, eating it and leaving Thanos dumbfounded. 

“You said- you said you didn’t eat that!” Thanos exclaimed to a shrugging Namgyu, walking over and taking the fork, eating the forkful Namgyu was about to eat, and then proceeded to fight over who got to eat it.

Finally, they sat down and decided to share it, and Namgyu rested his head on Thanos’ shoulder, before speaking up.

“I know you ate that last pill.”

“Shut up, so what if I did.”

“I love you.”

“Yeah, I know.”

“......I love you too.”

Chapter Text

Thanos walked around, checking the flowers that were on sale. His anniversary was today, and his date was in 2 hours. He was ready, but had no gift or flowers to give her. His girlfriend was the, “If he doesn’t give you flowers and some expensive shit, then he’s not the right one” type of girl, and he hated that. 

It wasn’t like he was some rich guy and could pull 24k-ring with a huge ass diamond out of his ass. No, he was the “here’s a dozen roses, a box of chocolates, and a random ass bracelet that I just bought like 5 minutes ago” kind of guy. They knew they were polar opposites, but they tried anyway. 

Well, for two reasons actually.

“Doing okay today?” A soft voice rang behind him. He turned around, looking at the shorter male.
“Yeah, I..yeah.” He smiled back, turning around. The other nodded, about to walk away, before Thanos turned back around, looking at him.

“Actually– Could you maybe..help me pick out some flowers for my girlfriend? It’s for our anniversary, and I don’t wanna seem basic. I wanna give her a chance for once.” Thanos sheepishly admits, rubbing the back of his neck. The male giggles, before nodding. 

“Do you know what kind of flowers she likes?” He asks, looking up at him. 

“No I…never paid much attention to that. I think I saw her wearing a lily once, but that was it.”

He raises an eyebrow, before looking around.

“I see. Girlfriend, but you don’t pay attention to her.” He says, sarcastically. Thanos doesn’t catch this, and he follows him.

“Hey– I- pay attention to her, uh-” He glances at his name tag . “Nam- Namsu-” He spits out.

The man stops, turning around with the smile he had earlier. “Nam gyu .” He corrects, and Thanos waves his hand, “Same thing.”

He sighs, before leading Thanos to the lilies. There had to be at least 5 different types. Who knew there were so many? Thanos freezes, before pointing at the flowers with his thumb, looking at Nam…gyu.

“How many- How…” He stammers, before clearing his throat. “I guess I'll take…these.” He muttered, grabbing a bundle of Madonna Lilies, and putting them in a flower bag. “That’s all. Where do I..–?” Namgyu leads him to the counter. 

“Great choice, actually. I love these, so I guess that’s a bit biased. But seriously.” He says, neatly re-arranging the flowers and placing food in a small bag. Thanos hands him his card before he even names the price, which earns a slight giggle from Namgyu.

“Okay, rushing here..” He taps the register, before letting him know. “₩11.” Thanos waves him off again, and Namgyu swipes the card, handing it back, along with the flowers, receipt and bag. “Have a lovely anniversary, sir.”

Thanos nods, “Yeah, thanks.” He leaves, rummaging through the bag for the receipt, looking over the price. Rounded, ₩11. Meaning, he had about ₩39 left to spend. He had a budget.

He was about to put the receipt back in the bag, before he noticed writing on the bottom. 

“You’re funny, call me.” and a number followed. He scoffed, not believing he just got someone’s number so quickly like that, and especially not some random guy at a flower shop.

Nonetheless, he quickly typed the number into his phone and saved it as, “Flower shop boy Namsu”, before turning his phone off and continuing to shop for his girlfriend.

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This happened again, a few months in a row, but now Namgyu and he were friends, so there were no more number receipts. Instead, it was the occasional Thanos making fun of Namgyu for working at such a “girly” place, “See you later, Choi.” or “Hope to talk to you tonight.”, And Namgyu always said it with this specific tone, like it was implying something, but he couldn’t put his finger on it.

Not until one day.

Namgyu and he were hanging out at his house, just lounging around in his room, talking about who knows what. Namgyu occasionally got a little bit too close for comfort, but backed away after a while.

Except for one time, which was a mistake.

He placed his hand on Thanos’ arm, “So, how’s Mi-na?” He smiled, an odd smile. Slightly jealous, but also something else.

“Oh. Yeah, she’s great.” Thanos shrugs. It was slightly true, they were great. He started managing his relationship better, and instead of buying flowers two minutes before, it was two days before. 

Namgyu nods, rubbing his arm. “I wish I had someone to buy flowers for.” He sighs, a dramatic sigh.

“No you don’t, you want someone to buy them for you. I know what kind of person you are.” Thanos raises an eyebrow. He was the “Oh I’ll buy you flowers, but only if you buy me some!” type of person, but then act like a total airhead when he gets flowers, and doesn’t buy some for the other. These were the small things Thanos picked up about people.

“You do? I’m flattered you pay attention to me.” Namgyu giggled, and Thanos finally noticed his closeness.

“You’re really close to me, Namsu.” Thanos mumbled, scooting over a little bit, which Namgyu followed.

“I know.” He whispers, a smirk plastered across his face. Thanos lets out an awkward laugh, before scooting over again, almost following off the bed. He shrieks and Namgyu pulls him up, right on top of him.

“Aww is the poor baby okay?” 

“....What are you planning here, exactly? Because you’ve been acting weird ever since you met Mi-na.”

“Nothin. Just that you could do so much better than her.” He admits, shrugging and rolling them over, as he straddles Thanos.

“Namgyu.” He mumbles, holding the other so he doesn’t fall. Namgyu leans down a little bit.

“You know I can, you just don’t want to admit it, because your ego is massive . If you didn’t like me, you wouldn’t have texted me when we first met.” Namgyu insists, his hands on Thanos’ shoulders.

A squeak leaves his throat, and he whines. That was true, but he thought they were just friends. Yeah, he seemed a little jealous of Mi-na at times, but she was his girlfriend first.

“This is wrong. I can’t just cheat on her because you misinterpreted-” He cuts him off, a finger covering his mouth.

“I don’t wanna hear it, Subong. It’s me or her. And I might just have to influence you to choose me .” He hissed, before smashing his lips against the other, who winced a little bit, then slowly, he eases into it, his hands on Namgyu’s waist.

Namgyu grins to himself, before pulling him closer. The kiss was just a placeholder. He was planning something slightly more devious.

He brings his hands to Thanos’ face, the kiss rough and a bit desperate. Of course, the desperateness came from Thanos. 

What Namgyu said was true. He could do better than Mi-na, but no one ever wanted him for him, and more so for his status. And she sort of showed that she liked him for him after they hung out for a while. But that happened with Namgyu too. He showed interest in him without even knowing him, just because he was funny.

Because he was funny . Not famous, but funny.

He’s pulled out of his thoughts as he feels a pair of teeth on his collarbone, which is being pulled at and bitten.

A whine leaves his throat, and he kicks his legs a bit, which in turn made Namgyu place his knee in between his legs, keeping them down. Thanos reaches to pull Namgyu off, but he moves quicker, pinning his arms down on the bed.

This goes on for a while, kissing, pinning, kicking, and eventually undressing. 

Namgyu runs his hands along his chest, pulling his mouth away from Thanos, and pulling his pants down.

“Wait- Wait.” Thanos propped himself up on his elbows, and Namgyu raised his head.

“What?” He was getting slightly impatient, but waited anyway.

“I don’t..I don’t know dude. Like, I don’t wanna choose.” He admits, and Namgyu looks at him, annoyed.  

“You stopped me, to say that you can’t choose? Dude, shut up.” He flips Thanos onto his stomach, unzipping his own pants and pulling them down.

“What the hell are you-” Namgyu cuts him off by spitting on his entrance, spreading his spit and ramming himself in, causing Thanos to gasp, and he stuffed his face into the pillow, clenching the sheets for dear life.

“You talk alot,” Namgyu hums, thrusting in him slowly but rough, as Thanos cries out into the pillow, “might have to make you lose your voice.”

He picks up the pace, gripping his hips, pounding him faster and harder, making him moan and whine as he groaned softly. 

“Ffffuuuck–” Thanos gasps, as Namgyu grabs his arm, continuously slamming into him. 

Namgyu gets slightly softer to not hurt him, but his pace didn’t slow. He continued thrusting in and out of him as he failed to swallow moans and cried into the pillow. And he leaned forward a bit, grabbing Thanos’ dick. 

And, as expected, he starts stroking slowly, his grip loose, practically teasing him.

Thanos tried to move out of his grip, but Namgyu stroked faster, and thrusted harder, earning more cries from him. 

Oh how he loved hearing those sounds.

They were addicting, and he couldn’t help but pound into him harder, now merciless, not really caring about if it hurt or not after giving it some more thought. 

Thanos arched his back, his whines getting higher in pitch and his breath getting heavier, his dick twitching in Namgyu’s hand, showing that he was getting close.

“Aw, poor Choi wants a release. Funny.” He hummed to himself, grunting a little bit as he moved even faster. 

“P-please, please- fuck, Namsu-” The words burn his throat as they leave, and he chokes on a moan.

“Can’t even call me by the right name, and you want me to stop? Please.” He scoffs, stroking the other faster. The only thing holding Thanos’ hips up was Namgyu’s other hand. Thanos continued to whine as he squirmed under his touch, which made Namgyu grin.

“Choose.” He says, stopping all movement, which made Thanos gasp, trying to catch his breath. 

“I c-can’t-” He whines. Pathetic. If he wasn’t sober this would’ve never happened. But now, here he is taking it from the back. Literally.

“Yes you can, so just fucking choose you goddamn-” He stops, before slamming into him. Hard. But only once. Thanos screams, and tears fill his eyes.

“Please-”

“Choose.”

“I ca- I can’t-” Namgyu slams into him, and cum oozes out of Thanos’ cock, tears falling onto the pillow.

“ Choose. ”

“Namgyu, please-” Another slam. He swallows a moan, instead letting out a grunt mixed with a whine as he shot his load into Thanos, who shakes as Namgyu starts stroking him again.

“I won’t repeat myself again, Choi.” He moves his hand on the already-overstimulated man faster, and his back arches as he kicks his legs under him.

“I choose you- Fuck, I choose you-” And he finally, Namgyu pulls out of him, cum dripping out of his hole.

“Like you should, you asshole.” He hums, flipping him over again, and looking at him. 

“Guess I’ll be getting my flowers then.” He smiles, that same soft smile he did when they first met.

“G-go fuck yourself.” Thanos stammers, his voice a little raspy but also still recovering. 

“Why do that when I can just fuck you? ” He giggles, before helping him put his clothes back on, and kissing him on the forehead. 

“I hate you—”

“You say that now, but you know I’m so much better than her.”

“Shit, I forgot about Mi-na.” He runs a hand through his hair, sitting back down on the bed, grabbing his phone, which Namgyu snatches from him.

“Good, keep it that way.” He grumbles, before unlocking it and typing quickly.

“What are you doing?”

“Just texting Mi-na.” Thanos snaps his head towards him, before attempting to take his phone back.

“Dude, hold on I’m almost done..” He mumbles, clicking send, and the back button, finding his contact, then tossing the phone to him.

“Seriously? Still ‘Flower shop boy’? And it’s Nam gyu . If you’re gonna use my name, use it right.” He says, slightly annoyed.

Thanos ignores him, opening up what he sent to Mi-na.

“Haiii! Js pounded ur bf! He takes it like a good boy lmao! Js wanted to tell u that u did a good job but hes mine now lol XP!!” 

Thanos slowly looks at Namgyu (who’s looking at the window and kicking his legs that are hanging over the edge of the bed) with his jaw dropped. 

“You are not serious.”

Namgyu shrugs. “I dunno man, I’m pretty sure.”

“I should beat you to a pulp.”

“Yeah, if you can even lay a finger on me. You’re really weak for someone who talks a shit ton.” Namgyu shrugs, referring to when he tried to get out of his grasp about an hour or a half ago.

“I truly despise you.”

“Yet, you still chose me. You wanna know why?”

“Why.” Thanos asks, not really confused. He knew.

“Because I’m so much better than her.”

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Thanos runs around the apartment, throwing the couch cushions to the floor as she looks for dropped pills. Namgyu, who's sitting on a sofa chair scrolling on her phone, looks up at her.

“Girl what the hell are you doing?” She says, swirling something around in her mouth, which makes Thanos snap her head towards her.

She rushes over, straddling her and opening her mouth, before realizing it was just some sort of candy.

“I c- I'm out of pills, and I don't have any fucking money, and- And it's been two weeks-” She stammers, standing up and fiddling with her fingers. It had been two weeks, and Namgyu removed all the drugs from the house, and told Thanos she wasn't buying her anymore, as to not buy some for herself.

Why? Because Namgyu, being the only actual responsible one in the house, got a successful job, in which she had to constantly take drug tests, so she stopped quickly, so to not get fired. 

Thanos on the other hand, took 2 pills every time she was stressed, or really just felt like it. But her addiction quickly ruined most of the jobs she attempted to get, after her rapping career failed. Totally not expected, whaaat.

Namgyu looks at her, and scoffs. “You really have to stop. Like, seriously. I stopped, and look at me. I'm as happy as can be.”

Thanos laughs bitterly at this. “Yeah, well you're also a prestigious asshole now, and won't even sleep with me unless I take a shower AND change before bed.” This causes Namgyu to giggle, before looking back at her phone.

“Sooner or later you'll realise that you can live without the pills. Plus, you don't have any money anyway, so. Goodluck.” Thanos shoots her a glare, and she sits on the couch, reaching into her pocket for her vape, which isn't there for some reason.

She freezes, before looking down at her pocket, empty and full of nothing but fluff.

“Where the fuck did you put my vape.” She scowls, immediately accusing her. Well, not really an accusation, because she did get rid of it. 

Namgyu looks up from her phone. “Oh, that broken thing? I tossed that with all the other-”

She didn't get to finish her sentence before a punch came flying across her face, and a stumble into the coffee table was heard. It didn't hurt much, and if anything seemed to hurt Thanos more than it hurt her. That didn't stop the slight throbbing afterwards.

Namgyu places a hand on her cheek, and she rubs it a little bit. “You are such an addict. Can't even go an hour without a goddamn pill or hit. I'm not lending you shit, and I'm not giving you anything either,” She stands up, grabbing Thanos by the wrist, looking up at her a bit, frowning. 

Yeah, Thanos was taller than her, but she surely couldn't beat her ass. Her choking game was on point, though. That happened a few times during their arguments. 

“You're going to be fine. Take your ass to sleep, or go eat something. It suppresses the urge. But hit me again, and I'll cut your goddamn hands off.” This was an empty threat. Namgyu wasn't an extremely violent person. Still pretty physical though. 

Thanos’ lip quivers, and tears fill her eyes. She was trying to guilt Namgyu into lending her at least fifty dollars, but Namgyu waved her off, letting go of her wrist.

“I'm not giving you jackshit. You have three options, and I gave you two. Drugs is not the third one.” She warns, and Thanos’ jaw tightens, before she scoffs, wiping her eyes and turning away, heading to their bedroom. 

Namgyu sighed, rubbing her face, quite upset. It wasn't that hard for her to quit, so why couldn't Thanos? She groaned, before sitting back down, scrolling on her phone.

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Namgyu and Thanos laid in bed, Namgyu asleep and Thanos wide awake. Thanos kept shuffling around, tossing and turning. She couldn't sleep. Normally when this happened, she would take a pill or two, and fall asleep at least thirty minutes later. 

Now? All she had was herself, and that wasn't going over so well. Every time she would move, Namgyu would whine a little bit. She wasn't a heavy sleeper, and she couldn't sleep with the constant moving and rusting on the bed. 

After a while, Thanos had parted away from Namgyu, and she was laying on her back, staring at the ceiling. She yawned, despite not being tired, before she got up and walked to the bathroom, leaving Namgyu alone.

She walks in, before closing the door lightly, and leaning on the counter. What was she supposed to do now? Just quit? She couldn't do that. Well, she could, but..That was a lot of work. She tried to do that before, back when she lived with her mom. Which, as you can see, didn't go over so well. 

She looks at herself in the mirror, before sitting on the floor, rocking back and forth. If she was going to sleep, it wasn't going to be with the person who's depriving her of what she wants. Could she sleep on the couch? Yes. But she was going to guilt Namgyu into buying her pills, in one way or another. 

This went on for about thirty minutes. Her rocking back and forth, mumbling things to herself and looking around, thinking she was hearing things. 

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A few hours later, creaking was heard, and the bathroom door opened. 

“Unnie?” Namgyu says softly, crouching down and getting on her knees in front of her. 

Thanos groans, before rubbing her eyes, looking up at her. “Hm?” She mumbles, moving her hair out of her face and stretching.

“Why are you on the floor??” She blinks, before pulling her up, her arms around her waist. 

Thanos shrugs, before it comes back to her, and she pushes Namgyu off, holding the wall for support as she actually wakes up. She probably fell asleep without knowing last night. “Don't…touch me, you..depriver.” She hissed, shaking her head, trying to regain her senses.

Namgyu ignores this, and grabs her, leading her back to bed. “How about you lay down here, and I'm gonna get ready for work..” She smiles a bit, tucking her in, which Thanos stopped fighting. Though not wanting to admit it, the floor was uncomfortable and she was still pretty tired. She did continue complaining, before falling back asleep in the bed.

Namgyu giggled quietly, finding her irritation just a little bit funny. She kisses her on the head, saying goodnight, and goes back to getting ready.

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Once Thanos finally wakes up, for real this time, she gets up walking around the house again. 

She wasn't going to stop until she found something .

This didn't last long, however, as she was poor as hell with no job, and Namgyu, being the good girlfriend she was, wasn't giving into her shenanigans. Thanos seemed to realize this, and after a few weeks and a couple of considerations of withdrawals, which she had no money to comply with, the urge stopped. 

At first, after a week, her body was just aching. Begging. It was like she needed it to live. But Namgyu was there for her. She helped her, told her that she didn't need it and that the pain would subside if she just stopped thinking about it. Thanos thought her advice was stupid, but it ended up helping in the end, and after about three weeks, she was doing great. 

Of course, she still had the urge to do it sometimes. So did Namgyu, even after 2 years! But they both tried to avoid it as much as they could, which brought Thanos to where she was now.

She could finally hold a job, and wasn't so pissy or a huge airhead all the time. She could actually recall information, and helped others without being a bitch.

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“Just a little farther, we're almost there. Take like…ten more steps.” Namgyu smiles widely, covering Thanos’ eyes. 

She groans, still walking slowly and carefully. “What even is it?”

“You'll see, just be patient..” Namgyu whispers, opening the door, before removing her hands. 

Thanos looks around, jaw dropping, her eyes widening. “Dude you're not serious.”

“What? Can't I do something nice for my girlfriend?” 

Thanos continues staring. It was a dog. A really, really cute ass dog. She was always a dog person, really. Namgyu was a cat person, so this surprised her. But nonetheless, they now have an adorable dog.

“Have I ever told you how much I love you?” She says, her expression blank as she continues looking at the dog.

“Just consider it a, “Happy one year sober” gift.” 

Thanos looks at Namgyu, before hugging her tightly, the dog finally prancing over and jumping up on their legs. She picks him up, hugging him, and she smiles, the biggest smile ever at Namgyu. 

“It really will get better.”

Chapter Text

The two sat on the couch watching TV, and Thanos pulled out his phone. Namgyu looked over for a minute, curious, but he continued watching the show, knowing he wasn’t going to tell him.

“Do you want something to eat? I’m thinking about ordering food.” Thanos asked, slightly shocking Namgyu. He was actually having a conversation with him? Odd.

Namgyu thinks for a moment, before slowly nodding. “Yeah sure.”

“Okay, so, what?” Namgyu looks at him again, stammering. 

“I don’t…I don’t know? Anything works, really.” He looks back at the TV, still in slight shock. 

“You are so annoying.” Thanos mumbled, shifting on the couch. Namgyu sighed, but in reality, he was practically fawning over him. He’d never say or show that, though, unless he was extremely desperate. Which, if Thanos kept his stupid cavalier act up, he was going to be. He was on the brink of it, anyway.

“What about like…that one restaurant by the convenience store? I like their sandwiches.” He suggests, still scrolling. He didn’t really care if  Namgyu wanted that or not, he was getting it.

“Yeah, I could go for one too.” Namgyu replies, holding back a smile, and trying to keep his cool. Thanos was finally talking to him. Yeah, it was a simple conversation, but it’d been a while since he had one of those.

“K.” He taps a few buttons, asking what sandwich he wanted, to which he replied saying that it didn’t matter. 

He stayed quiet for a few seconds, before tapping the screen, telling him the order was placed. 

About thirty minutes later, the food arrived.

“Foods here.” Thanos mumbles, watching the TV, and Namgyu nods. Thanos looks at him. “That means go get it.” He shoots a glare at him, before looking back at the TV.

Namgyu nods, quickly walking over to the door, smiling to himself.

He grabs the bag, before walking back over and placing it in front of Thanos as he sat back down. 

He opens the bag, grabbing his food, placing the empty bag on the floor, and Namgyu looks at him. 

“That’s…all that was in the bag?” He smiled slightly, though he was a little hurt. He knew exactly what happened. Thanos did this a lot.

“Yeah. You said it didn’t matter what sandwich you got, so I didn’t get you one.” He shrugs, “Didn’t wanna waste money on something you weren’t gonna like.”

This makes Namgyu crack slightly, and he takes a deep breath. The nerve Thanos has, when he technically bought the sandwiches, especially since he was the only one with a job.

“That’s…great. I’ll just make myself something.” He stands up, walking over to the kitchen, but not before Thanos grinned to himself and stuck his leg out, tripping Namgyu, and he laughed to himself. 

This pushed him further. Namgyu got up, Thanos finally started eating the sandwich, and he walked into the kitchen.

While he was in the kitchen, he opened the pantry, looking around, before spotting a box cutter conveniently placed on the top shelf, next to all the rest of the hardware items they had, just in case something broke again like it always did. 

He looked around, before jumping up and swiping it, slipping it into his pocket, and grabbing a damn poptart.

(I forgot what it was called, and I was going to put toaster thing with icing💔)

He unwraps it, taking a small bite, before walking back to the couch, sitting on the far end, away from Thanos. He glanced at him, seeing a small smirk on his face, and he looked back at the TV, chewing a bit irritatingly on the poptart.

After he finished it, he placed the wrapper down, standing up again, walking to the bathroom. Thanos didn’t even seem to notice him getting up, and even if he did, he most likely would’ve brushed him off.

He walks into the bathroom, closing and locking the door, sitting down on the edge of the tub for a few seconds. 

He slowly slides the boxcutter out of his pocket, just holding it in his hand and staring at it for a while.

“...” He taps his foot, before rolling his sleeve up slowly. Once he does, he pressed it down roughly, not yet sliding it.

He sighs, before swiping it. Deep.

One for being a bitch.

Another for not being able to handle himself.

A third for being a handful for everyone.

And a fourth for needing to do this because he can’t handle not being paid any attention. 

He did a few more, though they were mostly cat scratches and slightly deeper cuts. This only stopped once he could hear his own heartbeat, and his head was pounding. 

Small beads of cherry red formed, slowly dripping along his arm.

A knock was heard on the bathroom door, and the handle shook. 

“Hurry up, Namsu, I have to go.” Thanos groaned on the other side. Namgyu stuttered, quickly but quietly shuffling around, grabbing and wetting toilet paper and drying the blood. 

He pulled his sleeves back down, slipping the boxcutter under the cabinet, and he walked out, not saying a word.

This annoyed Thanos a little bit. But if Namgyu wanted to play dirty, then so could he.

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Namgyu hummed, laying on the bed scrolling on his phone. He tossed around a few times, waiting for that to come to bed, which didn’t happen until 10. 

Thanos groaned, flopping down next to Namgyu, and took his phone, before opening up tiktok.

Namgyu sat there, jaw clenched, hands still where his phone used to be.

Namgyu slowly looks at him, and opens his mouth to say something, before Thanos shakes his head.

“Shut the fuck up, I don’t wanna hear your complaining.” He says pretty quickly. 

“No, fuck you, I’m tired of you.” He complains, quickly sitting up and turning towards Thanos, who seems to really not care. This pisses him off even more, and he snatches the phone, shoving him down into the mattress.

In return, Thanos’ breath hitches and he winces, looking at him. “What the hell are you-”

“You’ve been constantly ignoring me, and when you don’t you continuously belittle me, degrade me, and fucking deprive me of anything ,” He starts, pushing on his chest, earning a few whines in pain from Thanos.

He wasn’t enjoying this anymore.

“You treat me like I’m actually nothing. Everytime. And I’m a guy with needs. Yet, you turn me down every time . Huh, isn’t that funny? The amount of blowjobs that I’ve given you, and I can’t even get one in return?” He clenches his shirt. Thanos looks up at him, trying to find the words.

“Ow- I-I was just never in the mood after that-” He grunts as Namgyu pushes harder. 

“Bullshit. If I offered to give you one, you would’ve taken it no biggie.”

“That’s not-…I have given you a few before.” He grabs Namgyu’s arms, before letting go and resting them on both sides of his head, clenching his fists to ease the pain on his shoulders.

“Really? Then what if I give you one right now?” 

Thanos’ eyes widen, and for the first time he actually looks a bit fearful. He shakes his head, quickly moving to grab Namgyu’s arms. But he moves quicker, moving out of reach and unzipping Thanos’ pants, pulling them halfway down and placing his fingers on the waistband of his boxers.

His breath hitches, and he whines. He thinks of a way to get him off, quickly kicks him in the side.

Namgyu hisses, quickly moving off of him and grabbing his side as Thanos stands up. His eyes were full of fear, and he stepped back.

“F-fuck off, dont touch me-” He quickly pulls and zips his pants up, running a hamd through his hair, and Namgyu cant help but be pissed off but also desperate. His eyes fill with angry tears, and he rubs his face, looking at Thanos.

“I fucking hate you.” ‘But I love you.’ He pushes that thought away, wiping his tears, that keep forcing themselves down.

Thanos’ breath shudders, and he looks back at Namgyu. “You need help . This whole…thing you have going on? These- i dont know, cravings? ” He rubs his face, “It’s filthy..disgusting??” He stammers, trying to find the right words. “ Really ugly. And- I can't deal. Okay? It-It was a funny act at first, but now–?? It's- all you fucking want.” 

Namgyu stands up, standing in front of Thanos, pushing him against the wall, getting more desperate. 

“Please. Anything, I'm begging you- I-” His breath picks up as he gets on his knees, looking up at him, grabbing his wrist.

“Fuck, spit in my mouth, hit me, call me names, I don't care. Please, just do anything , Choi.” His eyes fill with tears again, and Thanos pulls him up roughly, shoving him back as he stays where he is. 

“Namgyu.” He snapped, looking him dead in the eyes.

“You need fucking help.” 

Namgyu stares at Thanos, his eyes blurry and slightly burning from the tears. His anger quickly fades, and is replaced by sadness, which takes over almost immediately. 

He sits on the edge of the bed, tears slowly falling down his face, and he sobs into his hands, disgusted by himself as it dawns on him what just happened.

Thanos can't help but look at him and pity, and he reluctantly sits down next to him, patting him on the shoulder. “It's…okay, Namsu. Just..you need to talk to someone.” He pauses, looking down. “And I'm sorry for what I said. It's not filthy or disgusting, and you can't help it-” 

Namgyu quickly cuts him off, guilt taking over, “But it is! I can- I can control it, I'm just not trying hard enough!” He chokes on tears, refusing to look at the other.

Thanos’ heart picks up at the sight, but he quickly clears his throat. “Look, we're going to get you help. Okay? Just- Not that anything is wrong with you, okay? But to try and help you control yourself. And.. I'll stop being a dick, because clearly that took a toll on you. So I apologize. This is.. -sigh- sort of my fault anyway, for ignoring you.” 

He admits, rubbing the back of his neck, “It was supposed to be for shits and giggles, and I didn't think you'd take it to heart. But I- Don't think often, if that wasn't obvious. Okay? So I'm sorry.” 

Namgyu sniffles, rubbing his eyes(which doesn't help, as tears keep rolling down), and he nods slowly. “Y-yeah I.. I'm sorry. Really sorry. I shouldn't have even tried to do anything like that, it was..gross.” Thanos nods in agreement. 

“I..uhh, can try and set up an appointment for you tomorrow. It's pretty late, so how about you go to sleep? I'm…gonna sleep on the couch.” He manages a small smile, and Namgyu nods, his heart shattering at the fact that Thanos didn't even want to be in the same bed as him. 

How gross was he?

Trying to force himself onto Thanos just because he couldn't handle a little bit of teasing.

What a baby.

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Namgyu layed awake all night, just staring at the ceiling. 

He still couldn't believe what he did. And to make matters worse, Thanos wouldn't even sleep with him.

That was great.

Not that he was scared of being alone, or anything. 

No, that couldn't be it.

Except it was.

He was left with nothing but his thoughts.

Terrible thoughts.

Even after it happened, and he felt horrible, he couldn't stop thinking about if Thanos had let him. 

How good it would've been.

How good he could've made him feel.

It was disgusting, and he knew it.

But he couldn't help it.

He was nothing but filth and he knew it.

Thanos knew it too.

He was gross.

Nothing.

He was nothing.

Nobody could help him. 

Thanos just suggested therapy because he feels pity, not because he likes him and wants him to get better.

No.

Thanos hated him.

Reasonably, however. He'd hate himself if that happened to him too.

Not that he doesn't hate himself already, but anyway.

He continued staring at the ceiling until morning finally rolled around, and he sat up as the birds started chirping, and the sun was slowly lighting up the room. And he decided.

Today was the day it stopped.

The attention seeking? The begging and pleading? 

Done.

He was done with it.

Chapter Text

Thanos and Namgyu were relaxing in their bed, watching the tv. Namgyu was laying on her stomach, kicking her feet at the end of the bed, and Thanos was sitting up, back against the headboard, scrolling on her phone.

Minutes pass, and Namgyu keeps moving around, groaning and muttering complaints under her breath. Thanos noticed this, and she covers her mouth, chuckling a bit. 

“Your back hurts?” She teases. She knew why. Namgyu had horrible posture. Thanos had mentioned this before, and even told her every time she caught her slouching. Clearly, Namgyu wasn't on top of her game.

“Hell yeah, I have no idea why.” She groans, attempting to crack it or something. It looked like she was doing somersaults while laying down. Nonetheless, Thanos smiled. 

“Riiight. Want me to give you a massage? Maybe help?” She smiles, as Namgyu stops complaining. She nods, groaning and drops her legs and head onto the bed. “Yeessss, you give the best ones.”

“Figures.” She scoots over to where she's at, lifting her shirt up just below her chest. Namgyu thinks nothing of this, but Thanos stops for a second, giggling like a little school girl, before slowly massaging her neck and shoulders. Namgyu sighs, resting her chin on her arms, looking up at the TV.

She brings her hands a little lower, massaging around her upper back, and Namgyu lets out a small groan, making Thanos grin. 

She continued working her way down, until she got to her hips, then her legs, still working, but thinking to herself more and more. She had slight control over what was happening here, and she was giving her a massage. So the least she could do is…

Namgyu's head perks up, and her face flushes as she turns her head to look at Thanos. “What're you doing?” She asks, and Thanos shrugs. 

“Hey, you asked for a massage, you're getting a massage.” She smirks to herself, before Namgyu rolls onto her back, which felt a little better now. 

“If you wanted to be a freak, you could've just asked. I woulda said yes.” Namgyu smirks, and Thanos rolls her eyes.

“Yeah, but where's the fun in that?” She bites the inside of her cheek, before looking at her shirt, then her. “I want this off.”

Namgyu raises an eyebrow, and scoffs, before lifting her shirt off. Thanos grins, her eyes occasionally trailing down to her chest. 

“You’re such a pervert.” She sits up, before Thanos pushes her back down, and her lips smash against hers. 

Namgyu smiles against her lips, before kissing her back, one hand around her waist and the other in her hair. Thanos had one hand under her, the other on the back of her neck. 

They go at this for, who knows how long. Maybe like 10 minutes. Pulling away, panting, then going right back at it like this is their first taste of each other. But then, Thanos pulls away, her hands tugging at her shorts, before she pulls them down and runs her hands along her underwear. “Oo, lace? Who were you trying to seduce?” She giggles, and Namgyu shrugs. “The only person that wants to fuck me all the time.” 

Thanos chuckles, before pulling her panties down, pressing her thumb on her clit, to which she inhales sharply, and she feels her hand. Cold, but slowly warming up.

“That's all you can do?” Namgyu teased, before gasping once she removes her thumb and slips her fingers in, no prep or anything. Either way, it wasn’t needed, she was wet anyway. 

She curls and uncurls her fingers slowly, while Namgyu clenches the sheets under her, spreading her legs open to give her a better angle.

“Nah, I just had to make sure I’m not practically doing you raw.” Thanos murmured, angling her fingers in a specific way, before pushing down on her lower abdomen softly. 

Namgyu dug her nails into Thanos' arm, covering her mouth with the back of her hand as she groaned in pleasure.

Thanos grinned, knowing she found the right spot, and she moved her fingers a bit faster there, causing Namgyu to cry out, her back arching, which only angled her fingers better.

She pressed her thumb against her clit again, this time rubbing softly. Namgyu screams, before Thanos covers her mouth as she tightly shuts her eyes and moans into her hand. Her hips bucked a bit, as she tightened her hand, her nails practically stabbing Thanos.

She hissed, before pinning her hands above her head with one hand, and she continued as Namgyu squirms under her, and she grins menacingly. 

She loved seeing her so helpless, especially when she knew the other was enjoying it as much, if not more than her.

Thanos leans down, uncovering her mouth to hear her cries clearly once more, before catching her in a rough kiss, entangling their tongues as Namgyu continued to moan and beg into the kiss. 

She shoved in a third finger, causing Namgyu to scream, and she quickly covered her mouth. “Shh, you're doing such a good job, just keep it up darling..” She praised, and Namgyu's eyes rolled back and a warm feeling slowly filled her stomach. She squeezed anything she could, whether it was the sheets, Thanos’ arm, or even the air, as she squeezed her hands around nothing.

Thanos hits another spot, gaining another reaction from Namgyu, except it was a little different. She mumbles something into her hand, and Thanos uncovered her mouth, as Namgyu panted out that she was close, making her eyes sparkle with mischief. 

She grinned, moving rougher, no matter how close or far she was. All she knew was that she was going to get her to cum. Namgyu gasped, sucking in air tightly as she clenched around Thanos’ fingers, getting even closer by the second.

Until she finally came.

“ Fuck –” She bites her bottom lip as she started seeing starss, before coming around her fingers.

But Thanos doesn't stop there.

She continues pumping her fingers, causing Namgyu to cry out again, unable to suppress her moans, her legs shaking. Her eyes fill with tears, “Fuck, Please, Choi– I- I can't-”

“Yes you can Namsu, you're doing it right now.” She reassures her, her fingers moving rapidly as tears streamed down Nam’s face. Thanos continued muttering little praises and things, and Namgyu continued to beg and plead, but never asked her to stop going. 

Soon, another orgasm washed over her, and that was when Thanos decided that was enough for her.

She finally slid her fingers out, before licking them, grinning menacingly but sweetly at Namgyu, who was overstimulated and hella unaware of what was happening around her. Her head was spinning and her legs occasionally jerked, before Thanos helped her up and cleaned them up, getting her some clothes.

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“Fuck, I asked a massage not a goddamn sex-fest.” Namgyu hissed, and Thanos just shrugged.

“Never said it wasn't gonna be more than just a massage.” 

“I hate you, you do this every time.”

“Yeah, because every time you say yes.”

“...”

“Shut up.”

Chapter Text

Namgyu sat up in his bed, staring down at the picture on his returned phone. 

He couldn’t stop looking at it.

What was it? Picture of Thanos, of course.

No amount of money could bring back his friends. Well, mostly Thanos. Minsu was okay, and Se-mi was a bitch but he still sort of missed her too. Along with Thanos. 

Fuck.

He missed Thanos so much.

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He places the phone down, before sighing, and standing up, walking towards the kitchen. He rubs his eyes, before glancing at the fridge. It had been two days since he last ate. He couldn’t. Everything he owned required a utensil. He couldn’t use one.

That’d hurt him.

Every time he even thought about using a fork, boom. Thanos.

“I know you’re not about to use a goddamn fork to eat those waffles, Namsu.”

And he’d drop the fork, his appetite and he was gone.

Fuck.

Took him a while to figure out it was the utensils, and he started only eating with his hands.

He grabbed a bowl of a bag of chips, pouring it into the bowl, before heading to the couch, sitting down, and turning the TV on. He’d got an apartment, despite the shit ton of money he had. He couldn’t use it. It’d be rude.

But, he did get a job, and he put it into his savings, so he’d only spend what he earned . 

He looked at the TV, but he wasn’t really into the show that was on. 

He hummed, slowly eating the chips. They burned his throat, and hurt even more in his stomach, but he kept eating them. He couldn’t deny that he loves the burn.

He was about to place another chip in his mouth, before his phone went off.

He picks up.

“Hi.” He asks, and a voice is heard on the other side. Male. He takes a sharp breath in, as the other responds.

“Can we meet at your house, actually? At 3:30. I got somethin’ goin on later.” 

“Yeah sure, I just…yeah.”

“Great. Thanks. I’ll pay you an extraaaa…50, how bout’ that, sweet cheeks?”

Namgyu cringed, before nodding. The a. 

“No, yeah, that’s..that’s great. See ya in an hour.”

“See you in an hour, Honey.” 

–Beep–

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– 3:30 pm –

He turns the TV off, hearing a knock on the door, and he walks over to the door, placing the bowl on the counter and opening the door slowly.

He takes a deep breath, before smiling. What he didn’t expect is what happened next.

Well, sort of. That’s exactly what he was paying him for, anyway.

The man shoves him against the wall and closes the door, their lips smashed against each other, and he grabs his throat, choking him slightly, as Namgyu gasps into the kiss.

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He slowly opens his eyes, to an empty bed, but the pain still lingered from the previous night. His legs ached, and so did his back. Not to mention, his back.

He slowly pushes himself up, whimpering as a wave of pain was sent up his spine from his legs.

His eyes filled with tears a bit as he moved to stand up. He had to use the bathroom so bad, but was the pain in his legs worth the trouble?

Yes.

He stood up and wobbled towards the bathroom, slowly closing the door.

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He pulls his pants up and flushes the toilet, before closing the lid and sitting on it, gasping as another wave of pain passes.

He slowly made his way back to his bed, falling into the wall a few times, but he fell onto the bed and he clutched his sides, before breaking down in tears. 

Yeah, he consented to all that shit, and it paid well. But that doesn’t mean it didn’t hurt like hell. He WAS into all that rough shit, but seriously. Legs? Killing him.

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Hours passed, and he slowly opened his eyes to see something hovering above him. Bloody, fork sticking out of his neck,

Thanos.

His eyes slowly un-blur, and he rubs them, before being able to see straight. 

“What the fuck ?” He sits up, sucking air through his teeth, before pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Choi, what do you want?” He groans, laying his head back down.

“Go eat so I can make fun of you for using your hands.” He whines, laying next to him. “You know, you scream like a bitch .” He grins, and Namgyu hits his shoulder, but his hand goes right through him.

“Fuck you.” Namgyu sits up on his elbows, laying on his side, facing him, still trying to ease the pain. 

“Yeah, you’d love if anyone fucked you, even if they gave you a cent .” He growls, before Namgyu pulls at his hair.

“Fffffuuuuuck.” He whines, rolling onto his back, his eyes fill with tears again. 

“Crying is for babies, Namsu. You’re not a baby, stop crying.” He purses his bottom lip, fiddling with his necklace. Namgyu looked at it, before reaching down and grabbing the same necklace he wore around his neck, except it was real. 

But cold.

As he rubbed the necklace, the memories came back from last night again. The begging, the crying, the screaming, but most importantly?

The pulling.

The fucker was practically killing him.

But he was so desperate for anyone. Any thing . He didn’t stop him. 

He was such an attention whore, gosh. 

Anything was good for him.

He looked to the side. Thanos was gone. Great.

He sighed, wiping his eyes, and he slowly and painfully made his way to the kitchen, pouring himself a bowl of chips, grabbing a monster on the way to the living room. 

He turns the TV on, pulling his phone out and typing. He had two people lined up for Thursday and Friday. And guess what.

Today was Thursday.

He had thirty minutes.

“Shit.” He whispered to himself, and quickly tried to eat his chips. 

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Thirty minutes pass, it happens again. The same way. Every time.

The pain, however, is slightly more excruciating.

But holy shit.

He loved it.

Too much.

It gets to a point, however.

He couldn’t balance all that shit.

Being fucked 24/7 for some measly dollars, degraded, rarely praised, dealing with the loss of his friends, and most importantly, the motherfucking hallucinations.

Gosh, it was so.

Fucking

Hard.

He cried himself to sleep. 

Over, and over again.

Everyday was the same, anyway.

Besides, what could he say? 

It was just another day.

Wake up, cry, eat, get fucked, cry again after being abandoned like some rando on the street, ‘talk’ to Thanos, then cry himself to sleep. 

What a fulfilling day.

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“Sounds like you’re going through a lot, Namgyu.” His therapist says, and Namgyu just blankly stares at him.

“Yeah, I…it’s…something alright.” 

“Well. At least you recognize the issue. I can always help. I’m available anytime you need me, Namgyu.” He writes something down, before looking up at him, meeting his stare.

“Seems our session is ending soon. But we can pick this up again next week, if that’s okay with you.”

He nods, and heads to his car before chuckling, which turns into laughter and tears stream down his eyes as it turns into sobs. 

He rests his forehead on the steering wheel.

Just another day, it was.

Fucking Hilarious.

Chapter Text

“C’mon Su-bong, put your stuff on!!” Namgyu shakes Thanos while she lays in bed, comfortable and warm.

“Huh?” She mumbles, rubbing her eyes and looking at Namgyu, who had like four layers on. She sighs and pulls the covers over her head. “It’s cold, go to sleep.”

Namgyu huffs, before ripping the covers off, and placing her cold hands on her. 

Thanos shoots up, and glares. “You really want to go outside.” 

She nods, and Thanos finally gets up, walking to the closet, finally getting dressed. She slips on some boots and jeans, with a long sleeve and short sleeve t-shirt, before throwing on a hoodie.

Namgyu scoffs, “That’s all you’re gonna wear? It’s like…5 degrees outside.”

“Five degrees too hot for me to put anything else on then.” She shrugs, placing her hands in her pocket.

Namgyu pursed her lips together, before shrugging as well and grabbing her arm, leading them outside, to the small trail by their apartment complex. 

She always loved playing in the snow, but she’d easily get cold, which led to sickness yet she’d never stay inside.

Thanos, on the other hand, hated the snow. Hated outdoors in general, actually. She preferred to stay inside where it was warm and she could lay down doing nothing.

Nonetheless, she still let Namgyu talk her into going outside every winter, at least once. 

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They walked along the trail for a while, before they came to the small bridge, meaning they were somewhat near the city. 

Namgyu giggled, and she ran across the bridge, before slipping and falling onto the snow. Thanos snorted, covering her mouth and looking away, just in case she was actually hurt, because she didn’t wanna laugh at her.

But that quickly ended as Namgyu burst into laughter, rolling over and giggling in the snow. She stood up with a bunch of snow in her hands. She had no gloves on, so her hands were cold, red, and wet, and she threw it at Thanos.

She gasps, before picking up more snow and throws it back at Namgyu. They continue laughing and throwing snow at each other, and then Namgyu runs and shoves Thanos onto the ground, falling right next to her, rolling around in the snow.

Thanos spits out the snow that flew in her mouth, wiping it off her face too. 

“You are such a nuisance.” She smirks, shoving snow into Namgyu’s face.

“Hey, that's cold! Literally!” Namgyu laughs, standing up, grabbing more snow.

“Don’t you dare throw that at me.” Thanos warned, but it was lighthearted. 

“I’m not. C’mon, help me build a snowman.” She rolled the snow slowly on the ground, like she was some sort of professional. Which, she might as well have been, because the bottom was basically perfect.

Thanos raised both eyebrows, and shrugged. Namgyu was basically carrying it, but Thanos could take SOME credit. 

Meaning all.

After they finished, Namgyu looked at it proudly, and Thanos grabbed two sticks, shoving it into the sides. She grabbed two rocks, and a small stick, shoving it in the head.

Namgyu smiled, and Thanos patted her on the head.

“Look at all my hard work!” She grins proudly, before sniffling and coughing.

Thanos puts her hands in her pockets. “I think someone’s getting sick.” Namgyu shook her head and shivered. The cold was slowly catching up to her, and the snow that was soaking into their clothes wasn’t making it any better.

“Nah, I wanna stay out here, I’m having fun.” She jumps around in the snow, and trips on a branch. Thanos bursts out laughing, and Namgyu throws snow at her face, scrambling to get up.

“Shut up, that wasn’t even funny.” She huffs, but can’t hold back a snort, and she laughs too.

They dust the snow off the best they can, and continue down the path towards the city. Thanos wanted Namgyu to warm up, but Namgyu didn’t want to go home, so they decided on a small restaurant-cafe situation.

The two laughed and talked on their way, looking at the stores, and debating if they should buy a raccoon, because Thanos was obsessed with this one she saw run across the street. Namgyu was appalled, and lectured her. 

Once they arrived, they walked in, got a table, and sat down. Namgyu sat across from Thanos, and the waitress passed them the menus. 

“Let me know when you’re ready to order.” She smiled softly, and Namgyu looked at Thanos. She wasn’t the best at talking to other people, so she normally had Thanos do it. 

She put in the order for both of them, and they drank their coffee while talking and waiting for their food.

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While they were walking along the sidewalk towards the path to go home, Namgyu coughed, and Thanos pulled her closer. 

“My hands are cold." She whined, rubbing her hands together.

“Shoulda put on gloves.” Thanos teased, poking her in the forehead, and Namgyu swatted her hand away, shivering again.

“Shut up, I can do what I want..” She shoved her hands in her pockets, and they continued walking

The sun had started setting a little bit before they got back home, but nonetheless, they had finally reached the complex. 

They head upstairs into their apartment, and Thanos kicks off her shoes and flops on the couch. Namgyu takes her shoes off, hangs her jacket and locks the door.

She walked over to the couch and yanked Thanos up, “You’re wet and dirty. Go take a shower and change.”

This made Thanos groan, but she got up to go change, mumbling complaints under her breath, as Namgyu got in the shower.

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Namgyu finished up her nighttime routine, and headed to the living room, to see Thanos, not clean, just changed, sitting on the couch.

“You did not take a shower.” Namgyu sits down next to her, resting her head on Thanos’ shoulder. 

“You said take a shower and change. I can’t do both.” Thanos scrolls on the TV trying to find a movie.

“You are such a pain in my ass.” She mumbles, before pulling her sleeves over her hands and looking at the TV.

“Yeah yeah.” She grins to herself, choosing a random movie.

“Thank you for the lil snow..cafe date..thingy. I didn’t wanna go outside by myself.” Namgyu says, mostly focused on the movie.

She shrugs. “Yeah, whatever. It was worth it cuz I got to throw snow in your face.” 

“Shut up!”

Chapter Text

“You know, you are so ugly blonde.” Namgyu remarks, tugging at his hair. 

Choi was sitting on the floor, criss-cross(applesauce) and Namgyu was on his knees behind him, because he didn’t want to risk getting dye on the toilet. He wanted his hair purple for his totally-going-to-blow-up rapping career, and he had a specific look in mind to stand out from everyone else. 

“Yeah whatever Namsu, just do the damn thing or I’ll do it myself.” He rocks back and forth, and Namgyu knees him in the back.

“Stop moving or I’m gonna mess it up and you’ll look like an idiot with purple and yellow hair.” Choi stops moving for a minute, before shaking his legs. 

“You’re really annoying and pessimistic.” He taps his knees with his fingers, humming.

“Yeah? And you are an annoying fuck who can’t sit still for like 2 seconds, so boohoo.” Namgyu retorts. He was halfway done anyway, but he didn’t know or need to know that.

“Why’re you even doing purple? It’s…kinda bright.” 

He grins, “Exactly! It’s bright and unique, I’ll stand out and everyone’ll flock to me because I’m so awesome.” 

“You are so full of yourself.” Namgyu hums, pouring more dye on his hands and massaging it into his hair. 

“Yeah, well you wish you were too.” He teases, pulling out his phone and snapping a picture of him and Namgyu, before posting and captioning it; 

“Dyeing my hair with the one and only Namsu.”

They sit in silence for a few seconds, before he finishes the last part and taps him on the shoulder. 

“You’re done, Subong. And it’s Nam gyu . I don’t wanna have to tell you again.” He grumbles, standing up and stretching his knees. 

“Whatever Namsu. We have more to do.” He digs in the cabinet for nail polish. Namgyu was always good at it, his nails looked like they were done professionally and they were literally only black and white.

“I am NOT painting your nails these gay-ass neon colours.” Namgyu cringes, looking at Choi. 

He scoffs, obviously offended, and he slides his rings off onto the sink. “It’s not gay, it's unique, jackass. Not that you’d know, you look like you rolled right off TikTok, you mainstreamer.” He rolled his eyes, turning to Namgyu who slowly sat down in front of him.

“I don’t even know what the fuck that is, so I’m not gonna take offense to that.” He shakes the first polish bottle, lifting his hand up and polishing his first finger. A grin spreads across Choi’s face, and he scrolls on TikTok with his other hand.

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Once he finishes his nails and washes out his hair, he looks at himself in the mirror. 

“Dude I’m so goddamn hot right now.” He runs a hand through his hair, which was blow dried, and he laughs. 

Namgyu snorts, “Sure you are, you purple minion.” Choi looks at him with a deadpan stare, and Namgyu looks around trying to avoid eye contact. He looks at him. “What.”

“I am not. A purple. Fucking. Minion.” He sneers, and slides his rings back on, taking his phone back out for the millionth time.

“Then what are you? Because I’m- I cannot physically adjust to this purple dawg.” He raises an eyebrow, and Choi turns his phone around towards him. It was a picture of Thanos.

Namgyu snorts, before bursting out in laughter, and he sighs, tapping his foot, waiting for a moment to speak.

Which took about 5 minutes.

“What, did you get all the infinity stones, buster?” He chuckles. 

“Right. Laugh it up, fuckwad.” He pinches the bridge of his nose, before whacking him in his side and Namgyu whines, “Okay, okay.”

“I did get all the infinity stones, thank you.” He mutters, and messes with his rings. 

Namgyu sighs, wiping his tears, and pats him on the back. “It’s okay, I think it’s..very unique.”

Choi looks at him, “Really?”

“No.”

“Fuck you!” He flicks him in the forehead, and looks at his nails, the neon pink one sticking out, and he looks at himself in the mirror again.

He sighs dramatically. He loved the look, but he kinda looked like…

“I look like a fucking twink, Namsu.” He groans, rubbing his face.

“You already were one, that’s nothing new.” Namgyu shrugs.

“Sybau, you’re such a dick.” He turns around, crossing his arms. Namgyu stands there confused.

“Sy…what?” He mutters. 

“You are so offline.” He rolls his eyes, like he didn't just call him a mainstreamer five minutes ago, “It means shut your bitchass up. Respectfully.” He smiles.

“Excuse me, I just slaved away helping you look like a big purple monster just so you can stand out to fans you try to avoid when out in public. I can easily fuck up your look.”

“You wouldn’t.”

“Bitch I’ll eat you.”

“What are you on about bruh.” Choi giggles, but Namgyu wasn’t finding this funny. A little bit, but not enough to laugh.

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Namgyu sits in the kitchen, eating some shit that looks like a five course meal, and Choi was scrolling on his phone, taking fifty pictures to post that he was most likely going to delete later. 

“Can you like, not be online for two seconds? That’s probably why your attention span is short as hell.” He reaches over the table, and pockets his phone, eating another forkful. “Now eat your fucking food.”

Choi scoffs, and chows it down like his life depends on it, while Namgyu stares at him in slight disgust.

“Can I have my phone back now? I was admiring my beautiful face.” He blinks, looking at him blankly. 

“Go outside bro.” He slides his phone back over, slowly eating his food.

“Nahhh, it’s lowkey hot, I might melt.” 

“Okay white chocolate.” He mumbled, and Choi looked at him offended. But when did he not?

“White chocolate?? Like that one movie?” Choi scoffs, and Namgyu looks at him confused. 

“No? I just kinda thought it was funny. What movie are you on about?” 

“Nevermind. We have got to get you a better phone, because clearly you’re not online enough .”

“No thanks, don’t want to be rotting and staring at a screen and become fucking pinkie pie, and now we’re both My Little Ponies because you decided to be purple.” He finishes his food, putting their plates in the dishwasher.

“Okay, you are such a negative nancy. And if you don’t quit being so negative about my new look, I’m gonna start calling you that.”

“I’m not being negative, I’m just simply trying to tell you that you look like a highlighter, with your “Friendship is magic” ass.”

Choi stands there, mouth agape, and Namgyu chuckles under his breath, and Choi stammers.

“Okay, you know what, Nancy? I’m- I’m going to relax on the couch, and you are not invited to join me.” He pops open his necklace, popping two pills into his mouth and sitting down.

“Except I am joining you, and I want two pills for compensation for making you look like purple hulk, and cooking your food, AND washing your dish.” 

He flops down next to Choi, holding his hand out, and he reluctantly places them down on his palm.

“I do not look like purple hulk. I’m like, literally Thanos.” He huffs, and Namgyu downs the pills, looking at him, “Actually? That’s gonna be my new name. Choi has a bad ring to it.” 

“Ok, Twilight Sparkle.”

“You look like you shower in grease.”

“Ex cuse me?”

“You’re excused.”

Chapter Text

Thanos knelt over Namgyu’s body, unsure if he was okay. 

“Namsu.” He shook him lightly, “Namsu wake up, this isn’t funny.”

He pulled him to sit up, blood leaking out of his mouth and nose. His chest wasn’t rising anymore, and his neck was slightly purple.

“Fuck, Namgyu. Wake up , I’m-I’m sorry, I’ll start calling you the right name and- and stop pissing you off, just wake up please .” He choked on his words as tears started forming in his eyes, and he shook Namgyu harder.

“Namgyu please don’t leave me-” He tried to blink back his tears, but they forced their way down his cheeks, and dripped onto Namgyu’s chest. 

He quickly reached into his back pocket, quickly dialing 911 for an ambulance. It rang about 3 times before they actually answered, and he spoke quickly.

It was minutes before paramedics pulled up, lifting Namgyu off the concrete, and into a stretcher.

Thanos slowly stood.

It was hard to stand.

It felt like his legs were going to give out at any moment, and he quickly stumbled back, before they grabbed him, helping him into the back of the ambulance.

It felt like ages until they got to the hospital. They were doing everything they could to, sort of, keep him alive until he could get better care in the hospital.

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Once they finally arrived, they quickly took Namgyu into the ER. Rushing, even. 

That wasn’t good enough, however.

They escorted Thanos to the waiting room, telling him that he couldn’t be in the room.

He was shattered.

Well, he thought he was.

He sat in the chair outside the room, just looking at his hands, which were shaking.

He was getting pretty impatient, and he tapped his foot rapidly, waiting for them to inform him of Namgyu’s well-being.

He probably shouldn’t have wished for that.

A doctor walked out of the room, a look on his face that Thanos didn’t like, nor want to see. Pity and sorrow.

“We tried everything we could, but he’s..” The doctor shakes his head, “He’s gone.”

Thanos stared at him, blankly. Realization slowly settled into his mind, but instead of crying, he clutched his chest, and laughed. Slowly. Nothing about this was funny.

What was funny? 

They did everything they could. 

Yet it wasn’t good enough.

Thanos quickly stood up, grabbing him by the collar of his coat with both hands, his laughter turning into anger. Desperate anger.

“What the fuck do you mean you did everything you could? Go back in there and keep fucking trying then! I don’t wanna hear anything other than the fact that you were able to save him. And so help-”

“Sir, I cannot do anything else. His heart has already stopped, and he wouldn’t be able to breathe anyway. His neck has..snapped.” He puts his hands in front of his chest, pulling Thanos off of him.

Though, this only seemed to fuel his anger, and he shook the man again, his voice getting shakier and his eyes welled with tears. “Fuck you! You didn’t do shit ! You and your shitty ass staff! What the fuck is the hospital for if you can’t save someone?!”

“Sir, you need to calm down. I understand your upset but-”

“THEN FUCKING FIX HIM!” He yells, getting looks from other nurses, who were observing this interaction. It was a regular occurrence. They understood, it was grief. But sometimes it could..escalate. 

“He’s gone.”

The doctor repeats, and Thanos finally settles down, loosening his grip on the coat.

Thanos sits down, and he starts crying into his hands, the doctor patting him on the back.

“He was clearly important to you.” The doctor sighs pitifully, sitting down in the chair next to Thanos.

“No, that dickhead was just going to take me out for my birthday.” He says in slight denial that someone like Namgyu would mean so much to him. But no matter how much he denied it, it was clear that Namgyu was so much more than just some friend. Best friend, even. 

“Your birthday? Was it sometime this week?” The doctor asks sympathetically, and Thanos wiped his face.

“Today. My birthday is today. It hasn’t even been 5 fucking hours since we woke up, how is he just gone like that? I-I don’t want my friends corpse as a fucking birthday gift.” He said softly, which was not something he usually did.

“Jeez, I’m…sorry that this happened to you today. That’s like, the worst thing to happen to someone.” He hums, and stands up.

“Well, even in this hard time, you have a decision. You can cremate him, bury him, donate the body, or cremate him with no ashes in return.” 

Thanos looks at him like he’s stupid. 

No ashes? What was he, an idiot?

“I’ll…take the ashes.” He mutters, his eyes filling with tears again, but he blinks them back.

“Are you sure? I know some people like to think about this.”

“I said I want the goddamn ashes. Do I look like I’m in the mood to repeat myself?”

“Just asking, sir” He pulls out a note and pen, writing in big letters “Cremation with ashes”, and sticks it in the folder on the door.

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A few weeks later, after all the questions, decisions, and expensive ass payments, he receives a call. 

“The fuck?” He mutters, sitting up from the couch, putting the ice cream down on the table, and answering the phone.

“Hello?”

“Hello, Choi Subong? It’s the hospital calling. We received Namgyu’s ashes, and they’re ready to be picked up anytime today.” 

He pauses at the name, before turning the TV off, not bothering to put the lid back on the ice cream. 

“Yeah, I’ll be there in like 10 minutes or whatever.” He hangs up and slowly walks towards the door, slipping on his shoes and grabbing the keys. 

They had a picture of Namgyu on them. It was his car, of course. And a clip of those travel-size perfumes. Vanilla and cherry. Those were his favourites.

He looks at the keys, opening the door. 

“Namsu I’m leav-” He paused, before cursing under his breath. He sighed, leaving the apartment, dragging his feet to the car. 

They lived about 4 blocks away from the hospital. 

Hah.

They.

He lived about four blocks away.

Anyway, while he was stopped at a stoplight, he looked around his surroundings. 

It felt familiar.

Oh, right. He was there a few weeks ago. 

The car didn’t stop while they were crossing the road, and Namgyu pushed Thanos out of the way.

And he thought that only happened in stories.

Obviously not, however, since Namgyu isn’t currently in his presence!

Thanos finally pulled up, and he sat in the parking lot for a while. What was the rush? It wasn’t like anyone was waiting on him anyway.

He tapped the steering wheel, before pulling out the car keys and weakly getting out of the car, heading into the hospital.

Once he arrived at the front desk, he blinked, sort of out of it. The receptionist looked up at him.

“May I help you?” She raised an eyebrow, her voice filled with a slight attitude. 

“Great way to greet someone whose friend literally died in front of him, and now he’s picking up the ashes of the body he picked up in the middle of the road, and no one stopped to help him as he dragged the body to the sidewalk and called for help himself because no one has faith in humanity anymore, not that he was one to talk.” Thanos thought to himself, yet for some reason his lips were moving. The woman looked surprised, and embarrassment and shock washed over her. 

“What?” He says snarky, returning her earlier attitude.

“I..what’s his name..? You said you’re here to pick up ashes.” She looks at him, her attitude now gone.

“Fuck,” He whispered under his breath, realizing he said all of that outloud.

“Yeah, uh, Nams-Nam..Namgyu.” He rubs his eyes, leaning on the counter.

She nods, and slides her chair back, picking up a jar. It had “Namgyu” plated on the front, and some words on the top, that he didn’t want to look at.

He grabbed the ashes and immediately turned around.

“A “thank you” would be nice.” She yelled to him, and he flipped her off, leaving the hospital. 

Entitled people were the worst.

Cough cough, him.

He sat down in the car, placing the ashes on the seat. He’d read it when he got home. 

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Thanos walked into the apartment, kicking his shoes off and hanging the keys. 

He set the jar down onto the counter, staring at it for a while. It was all black. A bunch of gold all around it. 

Namgyu did love gold.

He would’ve been fawning over this, if it wasn’t his own ash container. 

Thanos finally looked at the words on the top, and his lip quivered as he read it.

“Until we meet again at the rainbow bridge.”

A whimper slipped from his throat, as he tried to hold back tears again. 

He wasn’t supposed to be crying.

Namgyu hated it when he cried. 

Yet he always comforted him.

Everytime Thanos would be upset, Namgyu would always reprimand him, barking out insults, before hugging him and telling him it would be okay.

Now who was supposed to do that?

He grabbed the container and walked over to the living room, placing it right on the middle of the shelf Namgyu had bought for items they collected while on vacation.

He then slid over a picture of them next to the container, then he sat on the couch, sobbing into a pillow. 

Of course, Namgyu’s favourite.

He looked at it once more, tears falling into the pillow as he mustered up a quivering smile. 

A painful smile.

“Until we meet again at the rainbow bridge, Namgyu.”

Chapter Text

Another long night at Club Pentagon.

Namgyu had to admit, he hated the job, but he got somewhat of a good discount most of the time, which meant he had a great excuse to buy cover Thanos’ drink all the time.

Thanos.

Oh he loved Thanos. Ever since they had met at the club. Namgyu pretended he didn’t know him, but Thanos didn’t seem to care either way, he just wanted someone to listen to his problems, no matter who. 

Namgyu was that someone.

They had become good friends after that, and talked a LOT.

It seemed everytime Namgyu had a shift, Thanos would just know, and he’d appear.

He tried to pin it on the fact that he probably just wanted a drink or something, and he wasn’t there for Namgyu.

Except, Thanos showed up.

“I’ll have my usual, pretty.” He spins around on the barstool, smirking and raising an eyebrow.

Namgyu just stared at him, before typing on the tablet in front of him, and grabbing the mixer.

“You know, I feel like you come here for more than drinks.” Namgyu yells over the noise.

Talking, music, dancing, screaming, and of course the terrible singing.

“What, can’t check up on my bestfriend?” He watches Namgyu, whistling, “New uniform? What, they didn’t want you to quit?”

“I got a raise,” He hums, pouring and shaking his drink as Thanos nodded slowly, “And it just happened to be that I make almost every decision now.”

Thanos scoffs, “So what, you’re like some kind of..manager or whatever now?” He sits up, trying to check if he’s almost done with the drink.

“Just until they find someone else to take over. I don’t wanna keep having to do everything. Plus, all I did was make everyone clean the place and bought us some new uniforms. No biggie.” Namgyu shrugs as he finishes shaking it, rimming the glass with salt and lime, before filling it with ice. 

Thanos watches as he pours the liquid into the glass, and he glances back at Namgyu. He had to admit, the new uniforms were awesome . And no, it wasn’t because it showed off Namgyu’s figure. 

Well, maybe it was.

Namgyu glanced up at Thanos, before scoffing and sliding him his drink. “Here, on the house. And quit staring, it’s weird.” 

Thanos shrugged, and took a sip, grinning. “Good as always.” He smiled, sliding him a twenty.

“I said it was on the house, Subong.” Namgyu pushes the cash back towards him, and Thanos shakes his head.

“And so is every drink after this. So, take the twenty or I’ll make you take it.” He places his finger on it, sliding it slowly towards him again. Namgyu’s face turned red at his words, and he grabbed the cash, muttering curse words.

He didn’t mean it in that way, so why was he blushing?

Thanos gulped down the rest of the drink, wiping his mouth, and Namgyu grabbed a glass to make another.

“Look at you! On the top of your game already.” He smirked, leaning down on the counter, and Namgyu rolled his eyes before another person called for him.

“Yeah, and now you can wait, because I have other customers.” He placed the glass down, walking to the other side of the bar. Thanos grunted, tapping and flicking the glass, and really just anything else that could occupy him for the time being.

After what seemed like forever, Namgyu finally came back. Thanos was pretty relieved, because he was getting a lot more antsy. He wasn’t one to sit still for too long without causing ruckus.

“I’m surprised you didn’t take your break while you were at it.” He remarked, earning a glare from Namgyu.

“I have paying customers.” He picked the glass back up, getting back to mixing.

“Yeah, well I would pay too, if you would let me.” He raises an eyebrow, and Namgyu waves him off. 

“It’s whatever, man. But I’m taking my break after this, I have like 2 hours left on my shift.” This makes Thanos’ eyes light up as he suddenly remembers something.

“Oh, oh oh! Dude! I got a new supply! Maybe I could come over and you could mix up some shit and we can relax and like…I don’t know, hang out?” He says, pretty ecstatic. Too ecstatic for Namgyu to turn down. 

Not like he was going to anyway.

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After Namgyu’s shift ends, he and Thanos ride back to the building Namgyu lived in. It was a little run down, but a place to stay was better than nothing. Plus, he’d fixed it up since Thanos last came over. He was big on improving things to excellent quality, for some reason.

Nonetheless, they finally arrived at the building, and Thanos opened the door, slightly stumbling out. He had to admit, he may have had a few more drinks than he should’ve.

Namgyu quickly got out and helped him to his apartment. Thankfully, he didn’t live on the second floor. But, he did trip over the curb, making Namgyu laugh at him for at least 5 minutes.

He pushed the door open, and pulled Thanos through, closing the door and they both took their shoes off. At least he was capable of that. Namgyu hung the keys, setting the shoes to the side, and he guided Thanos to the table.

“Are you sure you want more to drink–?” Namgyu asks, suspicious, but Thanos just nods. 

“Yeah, I can’t take pills dry .” He says, half believable. He totally could, but  in this state? It was a 50/50. Well, more like 75/25. 75 was him choking on it, and the other was him swallowing it.

Namgyu sighs, rummaging through his liquor cabinet. “I’m not making you anything. You can have like…wine or something. Merlot.” 

Thanos’ head snaps towards him, and he groans, “You can’t be serioussss. That is so gross.” 

“I’m so sorry that I don’t carry Cabin- Caber net Seving something, or..what is that other one you like? Pine..Pin..ot?” He mutters, his pronunciation of both slightly off. He didn’t care about pronouncing it right, but he didn’t know how to pronounce it at all.

“ Pinot ,” He corrects, leaning back in the chair, his legs spread. Namgyu couldn't help but look him up and down. Not that he’d notice, anyway.

“Yeah, whatever.” He pours the wine into a cup and a glass, which Thanos was curious about.

“Why a cup?” He asks, as Namgyu walks over and places the cup in front of him, sipping out of the glass. 

“Because you’re drunk and untrustworthy.” He shrugs, and Thanos rolls his eyes as he pulls out his necklace, mumbling “shut up” under his breath.

He grabs two, and slides Namgyu two as well. Namgyu looks over the now-full necklace. “You know, I always wonder where you get your money from. I know it’s not that rapping career.”

Thanos huffs in offense, placing the pills on his tongue and drinking some wine, before chewing and swallowing. “Shut up. My career is skyrocketing, thank you. People love me.”

“Sure they do.” He chuckles under his breath, swallowing the pills full, and taking a sip of wine. 

Thanos stares at Namgyu, who looks back at him. He leans back, or so he thinks, and almost falls out of the chair. Was he that out of touch with reality? Good lord.

Namgyu stood up quickly, catching him before he hit the floor. “You are such a-” He pauses, and sighs, lifting him up. “How about you lay down?” He smiles slightly, practically dragging him towards the bedroom so he could lay down.

Thanos muttered something as he fell back on the bed. Namgyu sat next to him, and Thanos rolled onto his side.

“You’re really fucking hot.”

“What?”

“Whaaat?”

Thanos looks away, biting the inside of his cheek, and Namgyu just stammers out random words.

“Dude what are you talking about?”

Thanos looks at him, and rolls his eyes, giving up and pinning Namgyu down on the mattress. Namgyu’s face turns a bright bright pink, making Thanos smirk mischievously.

“Just stating the obvious.” He leans down, and Namgyu grunts, squirming slightly, trying to get from under him. “Stop moving, you’re just gonna make this worse for yourself.” He grabs his face, pushing their lips together.

The kiss wasn’t too rough, but it was sloppy alright. Thanos wasn’t as good at controlling himself as he was when drunk. But nonetheless, it was still passionate.

Namgyu whined, but he kissed him back, practically melting as their tongues danced together. 

The passion ended quickly though, as they both got a little more desperate, Thanos biting down on Namgyu’s bottom lip, Namgyu grinding against Thanos, and so on.

Eventually, they both pulled away from each other, panting, and Namgyu opened his mouth to say something, but Thanos shook his head. 

“No more talking, you talk a lot.” He mumbled, pulling their clothes off, going back to kissing him in-between. Namgyu whimpered, holding onto Thanos, before he flipped him over, lifting Namgyu’s legs onto his shoulders, lining himself up. Namgyu gripped the pillow beneath him, gasping as Thanos slowly pushed in.

He hummed a bit, trying to find a good angle, and once Namgyu arched his back at a specific one, he knew where to hit. He started off slowly, yet Namgyu was already getting noisy. Thanos grinned, moving faster, hitting harder. 

“F-fuck–” Namgyu moans, gripping the pillow tighter.

Thanos places his hands on Namgyu's waist, keeping his pace, but getting slightly rougher. 

Namgyu grabs the pillow, attempting to move away from him, but Thanos’ grip keeps him in place and he cries out as he slams into him.
He feels a warm heat pool in his stomach, his eyes squeezing shut. Thanos leans down, whispering in his ear, something along the lines of, “You’re doing so good” and “Look at how pretty you are under me,” which in-turn keeps Namgyu in his spot.

He did love the praise, he couldn’t lie. Getting it from other people was great, yeah, but imagine taking it from the back, AND being praised. He was living his best life.

Thanos quickly flips him over, lifting his legs over his shoulders, and just as fast as he pulled out, he was back in. He continuously drilled into Namgyu, who was biting his bottom lip and covering his face with one hand and gripping the sheet under him with the other, as he tried to keep quiet. Thanos had mentioned something about him being a bad neighbor with how loud he was, and Namgyu sort of took that as a challenge, to keep himself quiet. Which Thanos was making hard.

Thanos grabbed Namgyu’s hand, pinning it above his head as he swallowed a moan. Though, another followed and slipped through his lips.

This clearly only fueled him, as he picked up the pace. Namgyu inhaled sharply, looking at Thanos the best he could as his hips bucked forward. 

“P-please I’m so close-” He managed to get out, and Thanos hummed, pursing his lips together, pushing into him once more, then ripping himself out. Namgyu yelped, and his body shivered from the loss of warmth.

“What the fuck?” He panted out. And right as he finished his sentence, there he was. 

Mouth in-between Namgyu’s legs. 

Namgyu threw his head back, gripping Thanos’ hair, spreading his legs as a pathetic whimper came out. Thanos looked up at him, grinning, but continued deepthroating the other.

Holy shit he was good at this.

And just as quick as Thanos started, Namgyu finished, shooting his load down his throat. But, Thanos didn’t stop there. He swallowed, then pulled his mouth off, lining himself up again. This confused Namgyu.

“What are you-” 

“Shut up, oh my gosh.” Thanos covers his mouth, before ramming back in, pounding him mercilessly. Namgyu hissed, but that quickly turned into muffled cries as Thanos placed his hands on his cock, stroking him the opposite pace of what he was going. 

Namgyu swallowed, as his vision started going blurry, the faster Thanos went. It was more than enough. A lot more. He couldn’t take it.

“Thanos please, I-I can’t-” He panted out into his hand. Thanos ignored this, still moving at a brutal pace.

“You’re doing it right now. So please, for the love of everything , shut up. ” He sneered, but Namgyu continued. He was overstimulated. Really overstimulated.

After what seemed like hours, Thanos finally finished and pulled out, falling next to Namgyu, taking the biggest breath of his life. 

Namgyu wiped his tears. yes, his tears. He literally started begging and crying. His whole body was shaking, and he was both breathless and speechless. 

“You talk alot.” Thanos muttered, sitting back up, crawling to the edge of the bed, pulling his pants back on.

“...” Namgyu glares at him, eyes and cheeks red, as he tries to find words and air. They both seemed limited.

“I hate you.” He spits out, and Thanos looks at him, snorts, then ruffles his hair.

“Sure you do. And I hate seeing your pretty face.” He pulled Namgyu up, who was still shaking, and helped him towards the bathroom.

“How about we take a shower? You can do your little girly routine.” He teases, but Namgyu looks at him, clearly still annoyed.

“How about you jump?”

“ur mad.”

Chapter Text

“I love this ring, oh my gosh??” Namgyu exclaimed, examining the small ring on his finger. It was silver, with a small diamond engraved into the middle, with some pointy parts surrounding the top.

Thanos was, well, who knows. Somewhere sitting down. And Namgyu walked over to him, showing him. 

Why exactly were they there? Well–

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“I am not telling him that.” Thanos walked around, holding the phone to his ear. He was talking to Se-mi and Min-su, while literally on a date with Namgyu, who was sitting at the small table by the window sipping his drink.

“C’mon, just stall him until we get there or something. I wanna see him reject you.” Se-mi yells. She was in the background of the call, and Min-su was, sadly, the one who received it to begin with.

“Hardy har, so funny. But hurry up, he’s mad I keep leaving the table.” He whispers, glancing at Nam, who was staring at him pretty annoyed, to be honest.

“Yeah, yeah, we’re coming.” She says, and Min-su says bye, as they hang up.

Thanos sighs, putting his phone away, before pulling out the empty ring-box. 

No, he wasn’t going to propose with no ring, he just simply planned on going ring shopping with Namgyu later this week, so he got a ring he liked. 

Thanos shoved it back into his pocket, making his way back to the table. 

Namgyu looked at him, mixing his milkshake with his straw. He was slightly suspicious, and quite the nosy one. 

“So, who was that?” 

Thanos’ eyebrows raise, and his stammers, “I…my manager. He..wanted to check on how the song was going.” 

“Bullshit, you’re not writing a song right now.” Namgyu took a slow sip, glaring at him.

“Right- I’m- supposed to be, but I haven’t found time to yet.” He corrects himself. How could he mess up that bad?

“Sure you are. Or maybe you’re talking to somebody behind my back.” He accuses, and Thanos looks at him.

“No- No, I am not cheating on you, don’t even start. I was simply talking to my manager.”

“Yeah, someone who-” 

He gets cut off by the door jingling, and Thanos looks behind him, hoping and praying it was Se-mi and Min-su.

It was. Well, and Gyeong-su. 

Namgyu looks as well, and scoffs. “Are they on a date or something? I swear, those two are never on a date alone.”

Thanos looks at him, pulling his phone out and typing,  

“Great. Now he’s back to texting his side hoe.”

Thanos scoffs, “What makes you think you’re not the side?” he teases, turning his phone off.

Namgyu shrugs, “I’m too good. I’d have to be the main.”

“Whatever.” He mumbles, glancing over to see the other three sitting at a table a row or two away.

“Anyway, why are we..” He looks around, before pointing at their outfits, “Ya know, going all fancy and shit?” 

His face flushes, and he places a hand on his neck, “I uhh..wanted to tell-ask you something.” 

Namgyu leans back in the chair, sitting with his ankles crossed, raising an eyebrow.

Thanos gets up and stands in front of him, reaching into his pocket.

Namgyu stares at him, getting slightly more confused, before he finally realizes.

“Namsu,” He starts, while slowly getting down on one knee, and opening the box, looking up at him, “When I first met you, I’m not even gonna lie, I thought you were crazy. But after we spent these past years together, I sort of realized that I’d like to spend the rest of these years together. So– I’m asking you, Nam gyu , if you’d want the same.” He finishes, his hands slightly shaking as Namgyu stares down at him. His face was red, and he was sweating. Like, a lot. 

Namgyu stammers, and he sits up, covering his mouth, trying to find words.

Thanos chuckles sheepishly, as he starts to get even more nervous. That was, until he looked at the ring-box, “Oh, that’s uh..I wanted to take you ring shopping. Just in case you didn’t like the one I picked out.” 

As soon as those words come out of his mouth, Namgyu finally responds. Joyously, actually. What a jolly fellow.

“YES! YES?? OH MY GOD YES.” He stands up, pulling Thanos up by the collar and kissing him, before giving him a hug. Total opposite of what he’s usually like. Thanos was not expecting that reaction.

A few giggles are heard around them, and Namgyu looks at Se-mi and Min-su, who are clapping, and Gyeong-su who’s literally cheering.

“What the-” Namgyu pulls away from Thanos, looking between the four of them.

“Yeah, so, I’m not making a new song, and they are definitely not my manager.” Thanos says, placing the box in his pocket.

“I know that, I’m not stupid. I just didn’t think it was this .” He runs a hand through his hair, and sighs, before laughing.

“Had him stall just for us.” Se-mi replies, crossing her arms.

“Yeah, of course you did, I know what kind of person you are.” He rolls his eyes, clinging to Thanos’ arm.

“See, I told you he wasn’t gonna reject me, Noona .” Thanos turns around, placing his hands on his hips like he was superman or some shit.

“I said that so you’d be more confident, dickhead. And I’m younger than you, stop calling me that.”

“Not whatcha told us during the games.”

Se-mi rolls her eyes, before looking at Namgyu. “Guess someone can love your stupid insane self.” She grins, and Namgyu huffs.

“Yeah, seems like someone can love you too.” He tilts his head towards Min-su, “Just waiting for the day his balls drop.”

“Aaaaaanyways..” Thanos says, and Gyeong-su cuts in. 

“So whens the wedding and where do you guys plan on gooinggggg?” 

“Never, shut up.” 

“Oh damn, okay.”