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'shit..' he silently thought to himself.
the bright white lights above did little to soothe his already becoming headache. the unfamiliar feeling of the what should be considered a rock also didn't help the subtle back pain he held.
hands rushing to his pockets he silently cursed before sitting up, hand covering his eyes to gain composure. 'where the fuck am I??' was a silent thought that ran through him. more than confused, being in a green tracksuit with the number 124 did little to soothe his worries.
finally being able to see he looked around and noticed the room along side what seemed like an endless row of beds and people in them.
confusion ran through him, the last he knew he was at the club. and now he was here?? what the fuck.
his eyes scanned the room for someone familiar but still, he could only make out so much without his glasses or contacts.
seeing others get up and out of their beds he followed suit, following slowly and making his way down from his bunk.
being set on the ground his eyes scanned the room once more and eventually he saw him.
'fuck.'
he thought to himself silently as he saw the rather familiar purple hair from afar.
sucking in a breath, he couldn't turn away before hearing- "nam-su! is that you?"
"nam-gyu.. damn bastard.."
he knew Thanos wasn't able to hear him but he muttered it anyways.
he recongnized him from the club. the Pentagon. he was almost a regular even before abruptly stopping which he was always curious to why. maybe his music career was his only thought or that he got bored of the atmosphere.
regardless he couldn't help but still be at least the bit disappointed. not that he would admit it but he always admired him. which was his word for crush.
the seemingly rude demeanor but they had some moments.
just the two of them.
ones he didn't find himself thinking over and over about. definitely not.
not that anything of that would ever be something he would admit to Thanos, or anyone at all, but that's a different story.
the damn bastard couldn't even get his name right for fucks sake.
being snapped from his thoughts he felt a hand coming down on his back which inevitably made him flinch before spotting the familiar man.
"I knew that was you, Nam-Su! could recognize that hair from anywhere!"
he couldn't deny that the others smile didn't spark something in him.
"its Nam-Gyu dumbass. what the hell are you doing here anyways? your music career didn't work out or something?"
keeping the rough demeanor up easily, eyes squinting just a smidge to see his features better.
while he didn't necessarily need glasses, his vision was always a bit blurry without them so when he could, he wore them. even if he didn't like how he looked with them on.
he looked feminine. which wasn't what he wanted.
quite the opposite actually which was a sinking reminder of the binder he had on.
he knew this, medically, wasn't good but he didn't exactly get a chance to take it off before coming here. and even if he did, he probably wouldn't.
deep inside he knew people probably wouldn't notice but he did.
the slight bumb he had without it on haunted him and everything he stood for.
how could he risk something like that? especially with all of these people here and Thanos. Lord knows he'd every live it down if he knew.