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“Dude, this place is a total mess.” is the first thing Thanos says when they return back to their apartment late at night. Both of them were out of town with Minsu and Semi for the weekend and apparently that time was enough for them to forget what a mess their apartment is.
“Well when was the last time you were bothered enough to even try to clean?” Namgyu answers, on his way to their room to unpack his bag. The audacity his man has to complain about their place being a mess, considering the fact that he's the one who throws his clothes all over the house not bothering to clean them up until Namgyu lashes out at him.
“Stop acting like you're one hell of a cleaner, Mr. Clean.” Thanos says, obviously annoyed, as he walks into the room as well. “No but seriously, Namsu, we gotta get this shit cleaned.”
“We?” Namgyu repeats with a sarcastic grin. “You mean I do all of the cleaning while you're trying to figure out how to turn the washing machine on?”
“Come on, man, that was one time.” Thanos borderline whines this sentence out. “Shit’s just got so many buttons on it, freaked me out.” he continues with that offended puppy look on his face and starts unpacking his bag.
“Well if you paid attention the last time I showed you how to turn it on you wouldn’t have struggled so much.” Namgyu tries to say that sentence as annoyed as he can force himself to be while trying not to laugh at Thanos’s absolute misery. He takes his clothes out of his bag and places them into their closet.
“At least there's one thing I can turn on for sure.” Thanos appears right beside him with an absolutely nasty unfolded pile of clothes in his hand and an even nastier expression on his face.
“You did not just call me a thing.” Namgyu pushes Thanos a bit to the side so he can get back to the rest of his things, hoping that he didn't see him blush at this totally dumb attempt to flirt. God how does Thanos even do that?
“Whatever, continue acting like you aren't amazed by my amazing flirting skills. In denial as fuck.” Thanos says, deadass throwing the poor pile of clothes into his part of the closet. Which makes Namgyu really glad that their closet is big enough to be split between them. If his perfectly arranged clothes were mixed with whatever the hell his boyfriend has going on in his part of the closet, he would legitimately consider killing himself.
“You tell yourself that.” Nam answers, placing his glasses case on his bedside table. Why does he constantly bring them with him anywhere even though he doesn't wear the glasses? That's a mystery that will probably stay unsolved. “But yeah we really need to clean this place up.”
“Only after I get my sweet minimum 10 hours of sleep!” Thanos says, already shirtless, taking his pants off and guess what? Throwing them on the floor. Unbelievable. “You're going to sleep just like that? In your street clothes?”
“My God, give me a break. Obviously I’m going to change.” Namgyu says, walking up to the closet and pulling his pajamas out. Well, not pajamas exactly. A hoodie and sweatpants he uses as such. He quickly changes and gets in bed. “Good night.” he mumbles, turning the light out. Thank God they have a light switch near their bed. All he wants right now is to close his eyes and sleep. The room goes quiet, but not for too long.
“No cuddle time?”
“Oh my God you're insufferable.” Namgyu says, turning around and wrapping his arms around Thanos, burying his face in his boyfriend’s neck. “Happy now?”
“Yeah, keep acting annoyed, you're cute when you do it.” Thanos teases, wrapping his hands around Namgyu. “Nighty night, baby.” he says, planting a kiss on Namgyu’ forehead. It doesn't take long till both of them are asleep.
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“Hey, Sleeping Beauty, are you planning on waking up?” is the first thing Namgyu hears in the morning. Maybe it's because he just woke up, but this sentence echoes so loud in his head he thinks that Thanos yelled it out. Jesus, how long was he asleep? His whole body feels like a jello.
“Yeah, yeah, I’m up. No need to be so loud.” Nam says, yawning in the middle of the sentence. “Dude, I feel like I just had the weirdest dream of my entire life but I can't remember what it was about.”
“Damn I hate when this happens.” Thanos says and starts walking out of the room. “Okay if anything I’m in the kitchen. Feeling like making breakfast today.”
Well that’s not a good sign. Last time Thanos tried to cook something Namgyu had to spend half an hour scraping burnt milk off a pot. But right now his brain is still in slow mode so he doesn't bother stopping Thanos from trying to cook. “Just make sure the breakfast doesn't require milk boiling.” he yells out, hoping that Thanos heard him.
For the next few minutes Namgyu just sits in bed staring at the wall. Finally he decides to go check on his wannabe cook boyfriend so he gets up and heads to the kitchen. The first thing he notices when he walks into the kitchen is that, despite Thanos actively frying something, there's surprisingly no burning smell. Which is a wonderful thing obviously.
Namgyu takes a couple more steps forward, hugging Thanos from the back and looking over his shoulder. “Whatcha cooking?” he asks, even though he obviously sees the eggs in the pan.
“Damn, my boy, you're blinder than I thought.” This motherfucker. “Mind passing me the plates?” Thanos asks, pointing at the cupboard with plates.
“Ugh whatever.” Namgyu groans, pushing Thanos slightly and takes two plates out of the cupboard. “Hope there's more eggs than there are shells in this.” Obviously he gotta say something bratty.
“Don't worry about it, Mr Picky, I made sure all of the shells are in my half. Now go sit down, I gotcha.” he says as he puts eggs on one of the plates.
In two minutes they are both sitting at the table, each with a plate of eggs in front of him. Namgyu must admit, the food looks and tastes way better than he expected it to. “This is actually nice.” he says mid chewing. Yeah he’s usually a bitch who wouldn’t appreciate someone's actions even under a gun point, but Thanos is special. Namgyu actually likes being nice to him, even though he tries to act like he doesn't.
“Told you not to worry, I can actually cook if I really want to.” Thanos tries to play it nonchalantly but Namgyu sees the way his eyes light up after being praised. He takes a second to admire the spark in Thanos’ eyes before getting back to his food. After all, they have things to do today.
“You ready for our big cleaning day?” he takes a bite before looking back at Thanos. Based on his expression he is, in fact, not ready.
“Do we really have to do this today?” those damn puppy eyes. Namgyu hates it when Thanos makes this expression.
“Yes, hyung, we have to. Today is my last day off and I'm definitely not going to be doing this shit on a work day. And also I’m not planning on living in a total mess till my next day off.” Fucking obviously he ain't doing this shit on a work day. Cleaning up an entire apartment, even a small one, takes a whole lot of energy and working a night shift after that would be horrifying.
“Fine, fine, we’ll do it today.” Thanos says, looking like a child who's mom just refused to buy him sweets.
After they're done with the breakfast Thanos, to Namgyu’ surprise, willingly does the dishes while Nam assesses the scale of the mess. “Okay you definitely have to start with picking up your clothes from all over the floor, and I’ll take care of the trash. We won't be able to vacuum or wash the floor till we do that.”
“You sound like my mom.” Thanos wipes his hands with a paper towel. “She used to do general cleaning every Sunday. I hated Sundays.”
“Well maybe we have to do something like that too, so we won't be living in a scrapyard. Okay get to work now.” Namgyu says it before Thanos can say anything else, almost laughing at his boyfriend's flabbergasted face.
“Can we at least turn on music? Cleaning is boring as shit, music will make it at least somewhat better.” Namgyu lets out a small chuckle at how pathetic Thanos sounds. He must've really hated Sundays.
“Yeah, sure, I’ll turn our blend on.”
Nam quickly gets the speaker out of their bedroom, places it in the living room and turns music on. Obviously the first song to come up is Thanos’ latest single.
“Oh hell yeah now we're talking!” this selfish prick.
The cleaning goes surprisingly smoothly, but unsurprisingly long and exhausting. Since neither of them is much of a cleaner it takes hella long to clean up the trash, dust and vacuum the apartment. At least the music makes the whole thing less boring. The music is mostly energetic since their blend mostly consists of rap and rock. But as they both are in the living room, almost done with the cleaning, a calm, slow beat starts playing, accompanied by a calm woman’ voice.
Magnolia, she could have anyone in the world
They both look at each other, kind of confused by the sudden mood change. “Yo how did that end up in our blend.” Thanos asks.
“I dunno, sounds like Laufey. I have one of her songs in my liked, maybe this song was shoved in there as a recommendation.” Namgyu answers after listening a bit closely to the familiar singing voice.
Stars in her eyes, handpicked from the skies
“Oooh, the one with the crazy instrumental in the end, right?”
“Sabotage, yes. That one. Okay I can't skip it right now because my phone is in the bedroom and I really want to get this cleaning done as soon as possible.” So the song keeps playing and Namgyu gets back to sorting out the books on the shelf.
How can I compete with her?
“You know, this sounds pretty romantic. Like, the music, not the lyrics.” Thanos says and Namgyu hears a hinting undertone in his voice. “Hey, you wanna dance?” he asks, grabbing Namgyu’s hand.
Namgyu stutters for a second. “What? Are you asking me to slow dance with you?” Obviously, that's literally what Thanos asked him. Namgyu is just a little shocked right now.
“Yeah! You don't wanna?”
I wish I could be Magnolia
The singing stops and switches to humming. “No that's not– dude, I just don't know how to.”
“Neither do I, who gives a shit?” Thanos smiles and there's something so… pure about his smile. Makes Namgyu’s brain shut off for a second. “Don't worry about it. Okay come on.”
Before Namgyu can process anything, Thanos pulls him to the middle of the living room, standing right in front of him. Then he gently wraps his arms around Namgyu’s waist, pulling him a little closer. Namgyu freezes for a second. Having Thanos’s hands wrapped around his waist feels so unreal, even though it's not the first time it happens. Nam snaps out of it pretty quickly and wraps his arms around Thanos’s shoulders.
Magnolia, she can move oceans and rivers with ease
As the singing starts again Thanos makes the first move, taking a little step forward. The action pushes Namgyu slightly back, making him take a step. They repeat it a couple of times. Step forward, step back, step forward, step back.
Magnolia, I wish she’d give her secrets away
The sun shines at them through the curtains. There is something so incredibly intimate about it. Sure, the dance itself is pretty plain, but it's not about the dance. It's about how Namgyu’s heart is beating so loud and fast he can hear it in his ears. About the way Thanos looks at him, his eyes full of love and adoration. How they both giggle every time one of them stumbles.
Perfection is the only word I think of when I think of Magnolia
The entire world seems like it's turning just for them. The feeling of peace, of there being nothing to worry about. Namgyu pulls closer to Thanos, burying his face in his lover’s shoulder. He feels their hearts beating in sync. They sway together like two swans in the river. Right now, they are the only thing that matters.
I wish I could be Magnolia
The singing stops and the music slows down. The song ends. But they stay in the same position for a bit, holding each other close. Thanos is the first one to pull away, but not for long. He looks Namgyu in the eyes for a couple of seconds before smashing their lips together. The kiss is just like the dance: slow, intimate, loving. Their lips match each other's movement perfectly, because they match each other perfectly. The kiss makes the otherworldly feeling of being alone in the whole world last a bit longer. Eventually they both pull away and just stare at each other with oblivious smiles, adoring each other. Another song started playing already and it's the only sound in the whole apartment for what feels like an eternity. Thanos is the first one to break the silence.
“See, I told you not to worry about it.” he says and gently kisses Namgyu’s nose. “I love you, my boy.”
“Love you too, hyung.” Namgyu says and takes another couple of seconds to adore his boyfriend. “But we really gotta get this shit done, I’m exhausted.”
“Yeah me too, plus I’m starving. We gotta go out to eat once we're done, because I’m in no mood for cooking again and I bet you aren't either.”
“You would be correct.” Namgyu giggles, returning back to sorting out the books.
This whole situation made him realise one thing: as long as they're together nothing else matters.