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Thanos and Namgyu are best friends with very confusing feelings for one another. Both of them refuse to talk about it because, well... they're not gay. (they totally are). ~ That is, until they have no choice but to acknowledge it.
(awkward nervous first time sex)
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Thanos dropped onto the chair across from him, kicking his boots off and getting in a more serious tone. “Look. I don’t usually bring anyone home. Especially not random kids from clubs. But you looked like you were gonna pass out in a bathroom stall, and… whatever, it’s not that deep.” He lit the cigarette. “Just don’t go getting any ideas.”
Namgyu frowned. “I’m not. You’re the one who’s been weird all night.”
“Yeah, well,” Thanos exhaled smoke through his nose. “That was before I found out you’re barely old enough to vote. Now I’m just being decent.”
There was a pause. Namgyu mumbled, almost defensively, “I’m not a virgin, by the way.”
Thanos raised an eyebrow and barked a laugh. “Dude. You don’t need to prove shit to me."
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Thanos (28) and Namgyu (18) have a 10-year age gap and the story is set 9 years before the events of Squid Game.
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No boundaries. No labels. Just spit-slick desperation, blurred consent, and the kind of obsession that clings to your ribs long after the high's gone.
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Class is back in session! But this time, the only subject is love. Between locker confessions, hall pass dates, and challenges sure to bring our ten pining pupils closer with each passing day, romance is written into every rule. From flirty glances in the classroom to romantic rendezvous in the hallway, these students aren’t just here to play games — they’re here to find a love as sweet as a first crush. Tune in for season 3 of Crush Academy, airing Fridays at 9:00 pm KST. ♥︎
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Nam-gyu gets cross-faded and applies to be on a corny dating show.
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Thanos cracks an eye open, glancing down at him, and—fuck, his stare is just as lazy as his tone, but there’s something sharp beneath it, something too knowing.
"You tryna be subtle, or you just hoping I won’t call you out?"
Nam-gyu clenches his jaw, but that heat curling in his gut just tightens, burning slow and thick. Nam-gyu should pull back. Shrug it off. Say something to save face.
But instead, he pushes his luck when Thanos asks again.
"You're touchy as fuck when you're high, y'know that?"
"And?"
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Thanos and Nam-gyu, slumped together on the floor of Nam-gyu’s apartment, get just fucked up enough on drugs to make a mutual decision. One that, after some back-and-forth, they both acknowledge is undeniably, spectacularly stupid as hell.