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The room they’d been stuck in while waiting for the games was bland as hell.
That’s what Thanos had said, shortly after they’d completed their first game. Now, Nam-gyu could easily agree. He often did with whatever Thanos said. Sometimes, he wondered if Thanos thought of him as a friend. The answer to that most likely being no, of course, is why he’d never ask. Although, Nam-gyu had come to think of Thanos as something akin to a friend. His unbothered nature and maniacal grin calmed Nam-gyu. He wasn’t sure how he’d continue on playing the games without his presence. So far, Thanos was the only thing keeping him from freaking out.
Something like that, anyway. He splayed his arms out and stretched, seated on his metal bunk. The remaining players milled about the room, chatting, eating, and fearfully enjoying their short-lived moment of peace. Nam-gyu scooted until his back rested against the wall. Shit, I’m so bored. Nam-gyu closed his eyes fitfully.
“Hey, what’cha doing, bro?” The familiar voice goaded in broken English.
“Nothing. I’m so goddamn bored,” Nam-gyu answered, crossing his arms.
“I think I’ve got a solution, if you promise not to tell.” Thanos grinned, “Move over.”
Curiosity peaked, and already guessing this was about Thanos’ secret pills, Nam-gyu scooted over excitedly as Thanos clambered onto his bunk. He sat criss cross next to Nam-gyu, so close their legs touched.
“I already had one, and you’ve been good to me bro,” Thanos looked him in the eyes seriously, “so I guess I can share.” Nam-gyu nodded eagerly, watching the purple haired boy fumble with his necklace. Thanos’ eyes seemed to dull slightly, and then flutter shut as his head leaned forward. Nam-gyu put his palm on his shoulder to support him. Thanos’ eyes opened with a start.
“You good?” Nam-gyu asked worriedly, borderline holding the other up so as to avoid his face planting on the mattress.
Thanos yawned loudly. “G’na sleep. Tired. Night then!” He spoke in English again, before promptly collapsing into Nam-gyu’s lap. His face was smushed into Nam-gyu’s thigh, and his body was draped over the rest of him like a blanket.
What the hell. There’s no way he just-
Nam-gyu bent down to check if he was actually asleep. In response, Thanos snored lightly, rubbing his cheek into Nam-gyu’s leg. This has to be a prank.
”Thanos? Eh, wake up man..” he nudged the sleeping man’s head. Nothing changed. He slapped his back, spoke louder, even hit him on the head. But to no avail. He was knocked out.
“Seriously, this isn’t funny. People are gonna notice or something.” Nam-gyu whipped his head around, looking to see if anyone had realized. He met Se-mi’s eyes.
Help, he mouthed. She sauntered over to his bunk.
“You two need to get a room or something, I mean seriously. You’re lucky everyone’s too busy eating to notice you.”
“Screw you. Help me out, wake him up or something.”
“Why should I help you? Can’t you do it yourself?” She questioned, narrowing her eyes. “Plus, it’s kind of funny to watch.”
”He won’t wake up, I tried already. Can’t you do something?” Nam-gyu pleaded with wide eyes. Thanos mumbled something in his godforsaken sleep, and wrapped an arm under Nam-gyu’s leg.
”Sorry, it looks like he’s enjoying himself. I don’t want to make him my enemy, y’know. Have fun, though.” She turned abruptly, leaving Nam-gyu with Thanos once more.
Goddamn that bitch, Nam-gyu thought angrily. And worst of all, he hadn’t even gotten his drugs. He was left to deal with Thanos completely sober. He’d fallen asleep before giving him anything. He hopelessly smacked at Thanos’ head again. Nam-gyu’s hand rested, defeated, on the other man’s scalp. He was even more bored than he had been before. His fingers sifted through the purple strands, finding them to be surprisingly soft. He played with Thanos’ hair softly, looking around the room to see if anyone had noticed them. Nobody’s attention was directed on them. Nam-gyu’s fingers absentmindedly combed through the purple. Thanos sighed contentedly in his sleep, nudging his face further into the other man’s leg. He mumbled something.
”Nam…”
What’d he say? He retracted his hand.
”Nam-gyu…” he said, under his breath, so quiet Nam-gyu wasn’t sure he’d heard him right.
Is he dreaming about me? Nam-gyu scoffed out loud. It was sort of funny, considering how Thanos usually acted.
His hand returned to entwine itself in the sleeping man’s hair. Thanos sighed once more. Nam-gyu watched his face for a moment. He looked calmer when he slept.
Shit, this is kinda gay, isn’t it?
He pulled his hand away immediately upon the realization. Yeah, this shit was gay. But he wasn’t. Right? Thanos shifted, making an unhappy noise. He’s literally cuddling my leg. I probably could wake him up. But I haven’t… shit, am I gay? Nam-gyu sighed. Thanos moved again, uncomfortable.
“Fine, shithead.” Nam-gyu returned to his hair. Thanos instantly relaxed, exhaling softly. He mumbled something again, smothered by Nam-gyu’s thigh.
“Thanks.” Nam-gyu heard, in English, so quietly. His fingers stopped moving at once. His ears had to be playing jokes on him. There’s no way he’s awake.
”You…” Thanos looked up at him, eyes half-lidded. “You’ve been awake? This whole time?” Nam-gyu whisper-yelled, bewildered.
“Yeah, well, sorta. I woke up a minute ago. I was comfy, so I just kept faking. Didn’t wanna move.” He answered, grinning.
“What if someone saw- or, sees! Move, get up!” Nam-gyu shoved at him.
”Calm down, no one cares. Keep doing that thing, it was nice.” He replied, unbothered.
”Only if you give me one’a your pills.” Nam-gyu stated. Thanos looked up at him again.
“Hm.. okay, fine, I guess you’ve earned it.” He retrieved the pill easily, placing it in his palm and holding it up.
Nam-gyu reached for it eagerly, only to be met with a closed fist. “Ah, ah, ah. Keep scratching first, then maybe I’ll hand it over.”
“But you said-“
Thanos interrupted, “no complaining, or no pill.”
“Fine, fine, whatever.” Nam-gyu returned his hand to Thanos’ head and began to comb through it with his fingers once more. Thanos sighed happily.
“That’s nice, you’re good at that.” He spoke quietly.
“Yeah, thanks,” Nam-gyu scoffed. “And why are you still laying on me?”
“Cus’ it’s comfy. You’re warm.” Thanos flipped over suddenly, facing up, laying his back on Nam-gyu.
”Hey, what are you-“ he felt two hands cup the sides of his face. Thanos stared at him, breaking out into a grin.
“It’s in my mouth.” He whispered.
“What- what is?” Nam-gyu answered confusedly.
“The pill. You still want it?”
”Well yeah- but how’d I get-“
He was suddenly reminded of the hands gripping his face tightly. Thanos pulled him closer. His attention flickered from Nam-gyu’s eyes to his lips.
“You want- you want me to?”
Thanos nodded expectantly, and then Nam-gyu leaned forward. Their lips slotted together in a messy array, with Thanos still holding Nam-gyu’s face tightly. Their faces smushed together unattractively, but it didn’t matter. Thanos pushed his tongue into Nam-gyu’s mouth, licking into it. They paused for a moment, to catch their breath. Nam-gyu looked down at Thanos, eyeing him worriedly. Thanos only smiled evilly, and stuck out his tongue.
He still had the pill.