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thanos was in the bathroom of the restaurant, splashing water on his face. god how it irked him when people called him by his actual name. gyeong-su knew better. thanos huffed, and fixed his hair in the mirror.
out of the corner of his eye he could spot the door creak open and someone walk in. he turned his attention back to his hair, until he heard a voice. “hey you.” it startled him a bit, i mean he was sorta expecting the stranger-that-wasnt-really-a-stranger to speak up, but the tone of his voice made him jump a bit. thanos wasnt suprised by his smooth voice in general though; such a beautiful voice must belong to a beautiful man. thanos chuckled awkwardly as he turned his head to nam-dih.
“OH! uh hi- bro…” thanos chuckled, thinking it would shake some of the awkwardness. it did not. “interesting hair you got there…your label allowed it?” the model had a smirk plastered on his face, clearly enjoying the way thanos reacted to his almost-insult. thanos, however, didnt take it too well. he decided against insulting him back (or reacting at all); the smile on the other’s face was all to pleasing to look at. thanos completely skipped over the actual question bit. “you rap right? so you have a label? and they allow you to have that weird-ass hair yeah?” nam-pluh’s smile faded a bit, he looked like he was assessing thanos’ stupidity. thanos nodded, appreciating the recognition from him, and choosing to ignore the insult again. he probably looked so stupid right now- he couldnt take his eyes off the model.
“whats your name? you look kinda familiar…” thanos felt like he hit gold when nam-ghh said that. ‘oh my god maybe he knows me holy shit holy shit holy shit’. “uhuhm its thanos- like the character,” he paused as he watchced the ravenette move closer, eyeing his neck bit. “my nails are like the infinity stones…you know…” thanos chuckled.
“ah. okay well ‘thanos’,” he said ‘thanos’ in a certain tone that the rapper didnt like. “whats your deal?” thanos blanked. ‘whats my deal?? what does he mean?? tf?? what IS my deal??’ “…what?” thanos finally met the others eyes. “you kept staring at me. like what you see…?” he most definitely did like what he saw. he snapped his gaze away from the other, “uhmmn…i dont know what you mean..!” he chuckled, again, at a futile attempt to loosen the awkward tension. ‘ive got to get out of here.’ was all that thanos could think. “ive got to get back to my manager- probably thinks ive gone off and caused something…mm..” thanos sped walked to the door and nearly yanked it open. he noticed that nam-cuh didnt stop him.
thanos fidgeted with his hands as he walked around, looking for gyeong-su. eventually he spotted him talking to some girl in a far corner. she look SOOO uninterested. “gyeong-su.” he said it with a dark tone, although he didnt mean to. his manager jumped and turned to thanos with a scowl. “im in the middle of something shut up,” he grumbled. gyeong-su turned his eyes towards the girl he was trying to pick up again, but she already left. he turned back to thanos with a sigh. “what. what is it. what does your highness need.” he said it with a flat tone. “oh come on dont be mad at me boy. she was too under your league anyway!!” thanos chuckled the last part. “uhhgh fuck you.” gyeong-su groaned. he shoved thanos a bit. “woah woah watch your language my boy!” gyeong-su rolled his eyes at that. “actually im YOUR manager- im supposed to make sure you watch YOUR language…” gyeong-su grumbled again, clearly displeased at the direction this conversation was going in.
“why dont you go buy a drink for your little model yeah? quit bothering me and stop being such a pussy.” “gyeong-su rubbed thanos’ shoulders and pushed him towards the bar. “what!! cmon bro i dont even know what kind of drinks he likes!!” he was gonna say more but his manager cut him off. “im sure the bartender knows.” he said in an almost…motherly? voice. “okay well what if hes in AA? or thinks i like spiked his drink or something!!” thanos exclaimed. “youre too stupid to spike his drink dumbass.” thanos scoffed and dramatically held a hand over his heart. “how could you…” he shook his head solemnly. gyeong-su pushed him once more before turning away and ignoring all of the rapper’s protests.
eventually thanos gave up and stubbornly went over to the bar. the barstool creaked exhaustingly. “hey…uh..minsu!” minsu perked up from behind the bar and cracked his knuckles nervously. “what kind of drinks does nam-su get here?” thanos held a piercing stare at the bartender. minsu hummed in response, and then he then grabbed a bottle of whiskey from the display behind him. “usually he asks se-mi for this,” he then pulls a little stirring straw, the kind you see at those coffee shops, and he holds it up in front of them. “and he liked these too.” thanos thought for a second, then impulsively taking the straw from min-su. he inspected it for a few seconds, and then looked up at the other.
“whos se-mi?
“ah.” minsu nodded. “nam-gyu’s roommate- and she works with me sometimes…you know, lots of people to serve…” thanos hummed again. “why does he have a roommate? is he not getting paid that much…he looks pretty famous..” he said the last part more to himself. “oh- no. he gets paid plenty…its just that he doesnt like spending it.” thanos tilted his head to the side. “why?” minsu shrugged.
thanos kept interrogating minsu about nam-clih, until he remembered why he was here. “-oh actually i came to get drinks for nam-su! get me two of…uh..” he waved his hand in the hair as if he was thinking. “…whatever you said he likes!!” he slapped one 50,000₩ bill and then another 10,000₩ bill. minsu took the money and started pouring the whiskey. thanos peacefully watched, thinking about how he would give it to the model.
he snapped out of it when he felt two hands rub his shoulders.