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The first thing Namgyu hears when he wakes up isn’t the buzzing coming from his phone, nor the banging at his door, but a small spider crawling across his thigh.
Except it wasn’t a spider, it was simply his brain conjuring up a fake spider that was simply a piece of hair. At least he assumed, he was still high out of his mind- it wasn’t uncommon for his brain to hallucinate if he got stronger substances.
Unfortunately, he wasn’t hallucinating the loud banging coming from outside his bedroom door. No amount of nicotine could save him from his angry roommate, what a scam.
He sighed into his pillow before he clicked snooze on his alarm that had been buzzing into his mattress, Namgyu never thought he’d get over his habit of sleeping with his phone in hand.
Made things easier, y’know? That shit wasn’t getting ripped out of his hand, awake or not. Before he could even make a sorry attempt at standing up- or even sitting up from his bed, his roommate; Gyeongsu, had already picked the lock.
“Dude,” Gyeongsu said with a sigh as he cracked the door open. “It’s almost one in the evening and you’re still in bed,” he complained in a borderline whiny voice.
Namgyu waved his hand to dismiss him, sitting up onto his elbows as he yawned. “Nah, I was awake,” total bullshit. Namgyu was just tweaking over a spider on his thigh that happened to be theoretical.
Gyeongsu walked over to the window next to his bed, abruptly yanking the blinds up— Namgyu’s room was quickly bombarded with the sun’s unholy light.
Namgyu squinted his eyes, wincing at the unwelcome light— ”Come on, man. You’re acting like my mom or something,” Namgyu said as he finally sat up, rubbing his eyes.
Gyeongsu rolled his eyes, pointing to the clock on his nightstand. “If you used your alarm on your clock instead of your phone more often, maybe I wouldn’t have to.” He said as he walked out of Namgyu’s room.
Namgyu laid back down, grabbing the pillow behind his head and groaning into it. Gyeongsu peaked over the door frame, glaring at Namgyu. “We’ve got class soon, you make me late again and I’m cutting that bob off in your sleep.”
Namgyu looked at him in disbelief and just lazily nodded, anything to get this guy off his back right now. Gyeongsu nodded, happily walking away with a pep in his step. Seriously, Namgyu started to wonder if this guy went unnoticed with a bipolar disorder.
Namgyu’s eyes wandered over to his desk, the sorry canvases stacked on one another. Namgyu did try, but this recent burnout his mind was going through didn’t allow for any creativity to flow into his artwork.
He half considered taking an edible and walking down the streets of South Korea for some inspiration, only problem was that he was practically setting himself up to be mugged.
He drug his hands down his face, drawing out a long sigh as he begrudgingly got up from his bed. Namgyu purposely didn’t take morning classes, but he still managed to be late more than half of the time anyway.
Unfortunately for him, Gyeongsu cared more about punctuality than Namgyu did. It could be that Namgyu’s an art student and Gyeongsu is a music major. It was surprising the two of them even became friends.
One downside of this was that Gyeongsu was an extremely extroverted person, meaning he attracted the same energy naturally. Namgyu walked over to his door, shutting it before he could be met with the jackass that rode with them every morning. Fucking freeloader.
He rightfully anticipated the loud knocking that came from their front door, Namgyu walked over to his desk– quickly slipping his cheap headphones over his head to drown out whatever nonsense that obnoxious junkie would be spewing this time.
Maybe it isn’t fair to categorize Thanos into a junkie, given Namgyu was most definitely a junkie himself. Right as he managed to turn on a random English band he enjoyed, MSI, he was met with the loud laughter that bled over the music blaring in his ears.
Namgyu managed to ignore the antics as he yanked a hoodie over his head, knocking the headphones off his head momentarily. “Come on, this shit is new! I promise man, try it once and you’ll be on a whole new planet.”
Namgyu sighed, adjusting his headphones to wrap around his neck. He grabbed his bag off the end of his bed, only attempting to put it over one of his shoulders.
He stood in front of his bedroom door, drawing out a long sigh before finally turning the handle. He had to prepare himself for whatever Thanos was going to go on about this morning, seriously- taking edibles before class?
Namgyu opened his door slowly, sighing as he was met with the loud outfit Thanos had unfortunately picked up off his floor today. “Gyeongsu doesn’t smoke,” Namgyu said as he walked to their small kitchen.
Thanos scoffed, holding a finger up to silence him. “He didn’t smoke until now,” Thanos corrected. Namgyu rolled his eyes, looking over to the two of them sitting on their junk ass couch. “You hotbox our apartment, I swear to god I’ll end your sorry rapping career before it starts.”
Namgyu turned back to the cabinet he was rummaging through, grabbing the first cereal box he could reach. Thanos only shrugged,”I’m sure you’ve hotboxed this apartment that you’ve received complaints, junkie.”
Namgyu only grumbled in response, he seriously had no patience to be dealing with this shit today. He already had to endure whatever tongue lashing his old, decaying art professor would be giving him today for not finishing another project.
Gyeongsu nodded, agreeing with Thanos too quickly for comfort. “We’ve been threatened by our landlord,” Gyeongsu said as he motioned to the ashtray lying next to the couch.
Namgyu shoved his hand into the stale box of cereal, he couldn’t remember the last time they’d even bought groceries. “I started opening windows to smoke out of, take it as a tip.” He said as he scowled at Thanos, a light blue vape still in his hand.
Thanos practically ignored him entirely, standing up from the couch. He walked over to the kitchen, leaning against the island counter as he took a long inhale in. Namgyu was too busy with closing the cereal box to realize Thanos was right in his face.
Exhaling his- cotton candy vapor? Namgyu wasn’t sure what flavor that was being blown in his face nor did he care, he was sure that it absolutely pissed him off.
He coughed as he inhaled the vapor, glaring at Thanos as he stood there with a shit eating grin on his face.
Gyeongsu quickly slipped past Thanos, putting himself in between the two. “Hey guys, I think we’re gonna be late if we don’t head out now.” He said with a nervous laugh.
Namgyu shoved the cereal box into the empty cabinet they’d been putting random food in,”Whatever dude.” Namgyu said as he walked past both of them, shoulder checking Thanos on his way out.
Gyeongsu sighed, following Namgyu out of the door. Thanos followed suit, shutting the door behind him. Namgyu could still see the satisfied smile in the corner of his eye, and lord- if he didn’t want to punch it off his face he’d be lying to himself.
Except he decided another black eye wouldn’t look great, Thanos snorted as he exhaled another small cloud. “You get his anger issues under a leash?”
Gyeongsu only laughed awkwardly, motioning to the car to pivot the topic of conversation. “Hey, why don’t you drive today?” Gyeongsu asked with a tight smile.
Namgyu rolled his eyes, making his way over to the passenger door. He always got aux, that wouldn’t change this morning. Especially not this morning. If he has to put up with a vape sucking bastard, he would remain on aux.
Thanos only shrugged, simply holding his hand out for the keys. Gyeongsu slowly dropped the keys in his hand, clearly regret was starting to register in his head.
While Namgyu wasn’t the best driver, he’d assume Thanos was worse. Gyeongsu was the only one out of the three of them that had some driving experience.
They’d never even thought to offer something like driving to a guy that was high all the time, Namgyu wasn’t even sure if Thanos even remembered anything he did.
If Thanos didn’t have his vape in his left hand, he had a blunt in the other.
Gyeongsu sat himself in the backseat, his eyes wide as he watched Thanos practically abuse his mirrors.
Namgyu sighed, unplugging his phone from the aux cord and handing it back to Gyeongsu. “Focus on music or whatever,” he said as he turned back around.
He’d just tune everything out with his headphones he’d had hanging around his neck. Gyeongsu nodded, plugging the cord in.
Namgyu would have listened, except he was almost positive it was rap. He wasn’t the biggest fan of songs that only talked about sex, cars, and weed. It was tedious.
He preferred listening to English songs, then he couldn’t even understand the lyrics enough to criticize them.
Namgyu kept his eyes strained to the light poles they passed on their way to class, it was better than having to hear what horrible lyrics Gyeongsu and Thanos were belting out.
Only then had Namgyu felt happy to arrive at school, that was the first time he’d ever felt happy to get to school.
He sighed, unbuckling himself as he grabbed his bag off the floor. “I’m already late to 2D design, see you later,” Namgyu shut the door before Thanos could make a stupid comment that would only leave him angrier than he was.
Now, standing in front of his 2D art professor- he was deciding maybe just skipping the class entirely would’ve been a better idea.
Namgyu couldn’t stand being scolded by a guy who looked like his blood pressure was higher than Thanos always is, seriously- instead of yelling at him, maybe he should invest in a toupe or something.
Teaching was not the route to go man.
He bowed, offering a half assed apology as he made his way to the empty top right corner Namgyu always sat in.