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"Are you kidding me? That's all you have today?"
You pout, looking at the joint Namgyu offers you which he had smoked almost halfway through. You two were in the lounge with very few people around as it was still quite early.
"It's already a miracle that I'm sharing this with a freeloader like you. Besides, it's not like you could handle the real thing."
He doesn't wait for you to take the joint, pressing it to your lips already. You inhale the smoke, letting it infiltrate your lungs.
"Oh I forgot, it's only Thanos who gets those privileges."
"He can actually pay."
"Oh? Is that why you get him party drugs for free sometimes?"
"He...he just forgets to pay alright? He can barely even remember my name."
He says the last part with a hint of gloominess in his voice.
"Aw, you're sulking like a baby. Is it because your idol is too much of an airhead to remember you?"
He glares at you but you can see him pouting (unintentionally), his expression now turning dull. So you try to cheer him up.
"Oi, c'mon now, these celebrities are too full of themselves to remember the others around them. Plus the dude is coked out 9 out of 10 times when he's here. That makes it hard to remember shit too you know."
You pat on his back but when he doesn't stop sulking, you know the matter goes a little deeper than what you thought.
"Oi, Namgyu. What is it?"
You try to turn your friend around to face you. He's usually not like this. Even in a bad or depressed mood, he's always got some sarcastic reply on the tip of his tongue.
The last time you saw him be this down was when he'd broken up with his last girlfrien-
Oh.
Before you can say anything he takes the joint from your hand and bring it to his mouth, taking a deep puff of the smoke, before exhaling.
"This Thanos dude...you like him or something?"
"Like him? What are we? In high-school?"
You roll your eyes at his attempt to dismiss it.
"Well you're sure acting like a hormonal teenager so excuse me for assuming you've got a little schoolgirl crush on Mr Thanos."
You take the joint back and take a deep puff.
"Actually we made out a few times."
You choked on the smoke that had filled your respiratory system. Your eyes watered as you felt the burn in your nasal passage.
"Easy there, you idiot."
He patted your back as you tried to recover from your coughing fit. Through your coughs, you finally manage to ask.
"What do you mean made out?! How close are you with the guy?! I thought you were his dealer???"
He looked down facing away from you like a kid caught stealing candy.
"Doesn't matter. He apparently doesn't even remember we did. He doesn't even get my name right so I don't know why I ever thought I was important enough to him."
Now you absolutely hated to see your best friend talk about himself this way , especially over some stupid rapper.
"Well, seems like he's too much of a dumbass to remember. Maybe making out with random people is a regular for him."
You wrap your arm around Namgyu's shoulder, pulling him closer so he could lean on you. His face looked really cute right now with that gloomy expression, but it didn't make you happy that Namgyu was feeling so sullen.
"The day after that happened, he didn't even remember hanging out with me the previous night, let alone what we did. It hurt. I felt like a fucking idiot."
You see him clench his fists as he speaks out in frustration.
"What an asshole, that is if he did that on purpose! I doubt the airhead is lying about not remembering shit. How dumb and irresponsible of him."
You validate Namgyu's feelings.
"Ugh what a fucking dumbass!! I'm never getting him drugs again! He can make out with someone else for them!"
"Yeah! He can rot! You don't have to cry over a dumbass like that."
You rub his shoulder to comfort him.
"I wasn't crying."
"You were about to."
He rolls his eyes and turns to face you, leaning in closer.
"Look at me, not a hint of a tear. Don't go around acting like I'm a crybaby."
You look into his eyes, and can't find yourself looking away.
"What? Not convinced?"
He leans in even more and you could see how his brown eyes illuminate as they reflect the neon lighting around. Your faces were a little too close now.
You suck in a breath when you find him scanning your face, from your eyes to your lips.
You quickly shove the joint between his lips and his eyes slightly widen, not expecting your sudden action.
"I'm not here for a staring contest. Besides, I'd obviously lose because I'd laugh at how silly your face looks right now. You look like a cat. So it wouldn't be fair game."
He takes a puff from the joint and then blows the smoke slowly towards you.
"I'm never smoking weed with you again."
Meanwhile...
Thanos scanned the area looking for a certain someone who was on his mind for a while now. He couldn't pay attention to what the guy or girl next to him was saying.
He knew he had some apologies to make. Does he even do that? Whatever. But he knew he really wanted to see this certain someone right now so bad it made his palms shiver and no it wasn't from the drugs. He's sober as fuck right now.
Or atleast sober from any drugs. He's drunk a little, but what's that for someone like him.
He would call that certain someone if he could but he hadn't saved the number, cursing himself now for being a fucking dumbass.
He knew he fucked up when he ignored them on purpose. Especially after what went down with that person the previous night.
Turns out drugs can only make you so brave, it however doesn't make you brave enough to confront your complicated feelings.
You need actual sober fucking guts to do that. And that's exactly what he's hoping to muster up tonight.