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“Heard you’ve got some good shit.” The lilac one uttered, scratching his upper lip with his thumb, looking over his shoulder every now and then.
Namgyu lifted his eyes from his phone, narrowing his eyes at him. “Yeah.” He replied simply, his tone stoic. His hands reached for a little baggie in his left pocket, slipped it into the rapper’s palm discretely with ease, like it was routine. “Am i supposed to snort this?” He spoke, a smug look painted on his face as he leaned against the wall in-front of Namgyu, reaching into his own pocket to pull out a wad of cash. “Do whatever the fuck you want with it man, just pay.” He replied, going back on his phone.“You always been here?” He asked, his eyes still focused on counting the money. Namgyu raised an eyebrow, looking away from his phone again and back up at him. No one ever bothered to engage with him in a conversation outside of his ‘business’. He replied, slightly hesitating, his attitude remaining stoic and distant: “What’s it to you?”.
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In the club scene, Namgyu and Thanos drift from dealer-client to something far messier. Between drugs, late nights, and lingering looks, a slow, codependent bond forms; intimate, unspoken, and impossible to name.