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False hope, falling.
These are the first things Nam-gyu remembers as he regains consciousness. He blinks, his vision blurry as he sits up and feels a sharp pain on the back of his head.
“what the fuck…..” he mutters, his hand reaching to touch the back of his head.
He yanks his hand back and holds it close to his face after feeling some form of liquid on his hand.
As he sees the blood, his mind reels, memories of his final moments coming back to him. Before he can process, he hears a voice from behind him.
“Nam-su, is that you bro?”
“shit.” Nam-gyu knows that voice.
The man who never ceased to annoy him, who treated him like nothing more than dirt under his shoes. The man who for some strange, wicked reason, Nam-gyu still cared about.
“and he had the… “
Nam-gyu rushes to his feet, struggling to run to the source of the voice, tripping over his own feet, when he suddenly hits a solid surface.
He looks up, only to see that stupid fucking face grinning down at him.
“woah, didn’t know you missed me that much.”
Nam-gyu doesn’t pay attention, his hands grasping around, feeling for something that’s supposed to be around Thanos’ neck.
”fuck….where is it..” he mumbles, his hands rushing over every area that damn necklace could possibly be, memories still flooding back.
“that little cunt… he threw it.. I could’ve..” he looks around, eyes wild, and falls to the ground, taking Thanos down with him.
His entire body shakes, tears starting to form in his eyes. He feels pressure slowly enveloping him, quickly processing that its Thanos’ arms wrapping around him.
“you dirty piece of shit..get off me-!“ he exclaims, his voice cracking as he claws at Thanos’ arms, trying to push him away.
“Boy… calm down, it’s okay .” Thanos mutters, attempting to console the man currently thrashing around in his arms.
Namgyu mutters unintelligibly, slowly losing energy and fighting against the other man slightly less.
Eventually, he calms down and gives up after wearing himself out, resting in Thanos’ arms, a gentle feeling slowly washing over him at the warmth he had long been without.
…
“well,at least I’m not alone.”