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Namgyu hated clubs.
The lights, the sweat, the sound—everything was too loud. Too much. Like being shoved inside a washing machine full of glitter and horny strangers. He leaned against the wall near the bar, letting the bass rattle his ribcage, resisting the urge to claw his way out.
His friends called him dramatic. Whatever. At least he wasn’t the one paying to get tinnitus.
A blur of someone stumbling past made him flinch. He tugged at his sleeves, exhaling through his nose. He didn’t even know why he agreed to come—oh wait, he did. Gyeonsu.
“Yo!” Gyeonsu’s voice snapped him out of his thoughts. The dumbass grinned like they weren’t currently in hell.
“I’m gonna go piss. Don’t move, alright? I’ll be like two minutes.”
Namgyu opened his mouth to protest, but Gyeonsu had already vanished into the crowd.
…Yeah, fuck that. He was not standing still in this human soup for two full minutes. Namgyu started pushing his way through the crowd, trying to get to the bar, sigh, maybe one more shot would chill him out.
As he almost reaches the bar, a hand tugs onto his shoulder.
“Señorita, you’re glowing tonight.”
Some annoying-ass voice rings behind Namgyu’s back. He turns around to see some Tinky-Winky wannabe fashion icon. Yeah. Hardly call it that. Dude’s wearing a shirt with minion smoking a bong. Shit’s fire tho, well, would be, if it weren’t for the guy’s purple hair. It really could be cute, if he didn’t choose probably the ugliest shade of it. Okay, Namgyu is overanalyzing this guy’s image, but hey—don’t really blame him. This Skittle is just an eyesore.
“Who tf are you?” Namgyu asks bluntly, looking him up and down.
Anyway, the guy’s eyes widen as he realizes Namgyu is definitely not a fucking señorita—just a dude with pretty hair. He raises an eyebrow like he isn’t the one who came up and—
“I’m sorry, boy. You just looked like a hot chick from the back. My bad.” He waves his hands in the air in a defensive way as he backs up, like he’s ready to find another girl.
But something about him makes Namgyu want him to stay. Weird.
Namgyu chuckles at the response, and the guy kinda…relaxes? I guess. I mean, Namgyu—if he wasn’t gay as shit—would also be pissed if a girl he hit on turned out to be a dude. A sexy dude. Yeah.
“It’s fine,” Namgyu says through a chuckle.
“I asked a question,” he reminds the guy in front of him, who now takes a step closer and raises an eyebrow. Did this dumbass really forget what I asked seconds ago?
Namgyu quickly shakes his head in disbelief and repeats, “I asked—who are you?”
This time it comes out with genuine interest and a little amusement. The guy, for some reason, makes this stupid shocked face and points at himself.
“You don’t know me?” he pants between a chuckle, his voice filled with disbelief and… relief?
“Am I supposed to?” Namgyu asks, uncertain now. Probably. Dude’s image is eye-grabbing, to be honest. Is he, like, a celebrity? Actor?
Nah. Actors are subtle and elegant. They don’t hang out in fucking clubs filled with junkies.
Junkies—
Namgyu finally catches a clue. Finally.
Rapper. Probably underground, since Namgyu actually listens to rap sometimes. Not like it’s by choice—his stupid-ass friend Gyeonsu decides every now and then it’s a great idea to wake him up in the morning by blasting some shitty music and screaming his lungs out while singing along. Getting all the lyrics wrong. All.
Speaking of Gyeonsu, where the fuck is he?
“My boy, I’m a legend. Thanos.”
And he throws up some gang signs. I bet you $100 he has no idea he just shouted out like ten gangs. Weirdo.
Namgyu rolls his eyes and smirks. Okay, funny.
He holds his hand out. “Namgyu.”
Simple. No need for some egoistic ‘I’m a legend’ thing, he thinks to himself in a goblin voice. And then fucking chuckles like a maniac. ‘Thanos’ raises an eyebrow at the chuckle.
Wait. Did he actually name himself after a Marvel villain? Lame. Mmh—no, not really lame. Actually… kinda cool.
“Did you name yourself after a fucking Marvel character?” Namgyu blurts out without thinking. Yeah. The alcohol’s hitting. Like a fucking brick.
Thanos grins. Full teeth. “Nah. They named him after me,” he says, with the confidence of someone who fully believes that. Or is just really high. Probably both.
Namgyu squints at him. “You’re high?” he asks quietly—like it’s rare in a club like this.
“Obviously,” Thanos says, like it’s the most boring fact in the world.
Namgyu exhales, glancing around the club, but the lights blur everything. Gyeonsu’s still missing—probably screaming at a urinal somewhere. Thanos is still watching him.
“I got something better than this,” Thanos says suddenly, leaning in close enough that Namgyu catches the scent of cologne, vodka, and weed. “If you wanna dip for a sec.”
Namgyu raises an eyebrow, weighing the pros and cons.
One of them being: this guy’s stupidly hot in the worst possible way.
“Like what? A glowstick orgy?”
Thanos laughs. Cute, in some weird way.
“Nah. Alley behind the club. Real quiet. No freaky shit unless you want it.”
Namgyu should say no. He really should. But his mouth moves before his brain does.
“Lead the way, Skittle.”
Thanos grabs Namgyu’s wrist like it’s nothing, tugging him toward the exit faster than Namgyu can protest. The noise from the club—bass pounding like a heartbeat, voices shouting, sweat and spilled drinks—fades behind them, swallowed by the humid night air.
The alley’s a sharp contrast: narrow, dimly lit by a flickering streetlamp, garbage bags piled in one corner, the faint smell of smoke and something chemical. It’s quiet. Too quiet, maybe.
Namgyu pulls his jacket tighter and shoots Thanos a skeptical look.
“This better not be some weird ‘meet the dealer’ setup. I’m not doing coke off some stranger’s dick tonight.”
Thanos laughs again, that dumb full-teeth grin. “Relax, I’m not that guy. Just a little something to take the edge off.”
He pulls a small baggie of colorful pills from his pocket.
“You sure this is legit?” Namgyu asks, still sizing him up. There’s something too easy about the way Thanos moves—like he belongs here, but also like he’s pretending.
Thanos shrugs. “Legendary, man. Only the best.”
Namgyu rolls his eyes but takes the baggie anyway. His pulse quickens—not just from the club’s buzz, but something about Thanos’s easy confidence is unsettling. Maybe it’s the dumb purple hair. Or the way those eyes catch the streetlamp’s weak glow.
He opens the baggie. A faint sweet, chemical smell. He hesitates, then crushes the pill in his palm and swallows it dry.
Thanos watches him, eyes glinting with something unreadable. “Told you, man. You’ll feel it in a minute.”
Namgyu leans against the brick wall, the pill settling in his stomach like a secret pulse. The city’s noises—distant sirens, barking dogs, muffled voices—wrap around him like a hum.
“You always this chill?” Namgyu asks. His voice is quieter now.
Thanos shrugs, the neon yellow of his shirt catching what little light there is. “Only with the right people,” he says, holding Namgyu’s gaze a second too long.
Namgyu swallows, heart ticking up—not entirely from the drug.
“Why ‘Thanos’ anyway?” he asks. “You sure you’re not just chasing some dumb-ass Marvel flex?”
Thanos grins. “Nah. I’m the one who came first. You’ll see.”
Namgyu snorts. “Big ego for a guy with purple hair.”
“Hey. Purple is a power color,” Thanos says, stepping closer. “You got any colors you roll with?”
Namgyu hesitates. “Nah. I’m more… grayscale. Nothing flashy. Doesn’t mean I don’t notice, though.”
Thanos’s eyes soften. Then the grin’s back. “Maybe you just need someone to color your world a bit.”
Namgyu’s chest tightens. He wants to laugh it off, but the drug—and the honesty—makes it stick.
“So, what’s your deal, Namgyu?” Thanos asks. “Why’re you really here?”
Namgyu blinks. That’s a deep fucking question.
“Honestly? I don’t know. Maybe just trying to feel something that’s not this… monotony.”
Thanos nods like he gets it.
“We should probably head back,” Namgyu says. His voice is thicker now. Everything feels complicated.
Thanos grins, looping an arm around his shoulder. “Lead the way, señorita.”
Namgyu rolls his eyes. A quiet giggle escapes anyway.
They walk back toward the club. The bass, the lights, the warmth—it all returns like a tide. The pills feel like a warm hug. The arm around Namgyu’s shoulder makes him feel weirdly safe.
Damn, he sounds gay as fuck.
As they push open the heavy club doors, the music hits them like a truck again. Lights flashing, sweat in the air, bodies moving like they’re all trying to outrun something.
Thanos’s arm is still slung casually around Namgyu’s shoulders, heavy and warm. Namgyu doesn’t shake it off. He should. But he doesn’t.
Probably the drugs. Yeah. Definitely the drugs.
He scans the crowd—and there. Near the bar.
Gyeonsu. He finally found that drunk fucker. Namgyu pushes his way through the sea of bodies as he tugs onto Thanos’s shirt, pulling him right after himself.
As Namgyu approaches Gyeonsu, the dumbass is in full performance mode, halfway yelling over the music at some skinny guy in a hoodie. Poor dude. He looks like a wet cat on a slippery floor.
Gyeonsu, blissfully unaware, keeps going.
“No but listen—listen—Thanos is a genius. Like actually. People sleep on him so hard, but if you actually listen? Like really listen? Bro, the way he builds metaphors? That shit should be illegal. I swear on my fucking life, if I ever meet him—”
“—You’ll cry,” Minsu mutters.
“I will cry! I’ll sob. Like ugly sobbing. I’ll fall to my knees. You don’t even understand what his verse in ‘Abyss Dive’ did to me.”
Minsu looks deeply uncomfortable. His drink is clutched in both hands like it’s a weapon. Namgyu almost feels bad for him.
“Poor guy,” he mutters to Thanos.
Thanos just grins. “That’s Minsu.”
Namgyu blinks, turning his gaze to Thanos, who’s observing the scene „Who?” Namgyu spits out, as his eyes turn to Gyeonsu again.
„One of my homeboys.” Thanos.
Oh. Oh, this is gonna be fun.
Thanos still attached to his side like a heat source, Namgyu tightens his grip on Thanos’s shirt, which is definitely unnecessary, buttt, he’s like, totally to high to function, the drugs kicked in fully now. That’s gotta be why the contact feels… nice. Kinda grounding. Yeah.
Gyeonsu doesn’t notice them until Namgyu grabs his wrist.
“Bro. I found you.”
Gyeonsu whips around—and freezes.
His eyes do a full scan: Namgyu. Then Thanos. Then Namgyu’s hand still ‚casually’ gripping Thanos’s shirt harshly.
He opens his mouth. Nothing comes out.
Gyeonsu takes a second to calm down, his mind probably rushing like crazy, he finally spits out. „Wait. Waitwaitwait—”
He stares at Thanos like he’s hallucinating. Then back to Namgyu. Then Thanos again.
“Oh my god,” he whispers, horrified. “No fucking way.”
Thanos gives him a lazy wave, like a celebrity who just caught someone sneaking a photo.
“Hey.”
Gyeonsu claps a hand over his mouth like he’s about to throw up.
Namgyu’s raises an eyebrow at Gyeonsu’s reaction, he knows Thanos? Does he like, listen to him or sum? Namgyu tries to connect the dots, but it’s hard when Gyeonsu keeps freaking out every five seconds.
“You’re—you’re—you’re with him?!”
Gyeonsu looks personally betrayed. “When the fuck did this happen?! I go to piss for ten minutes and you come back with Thanos wrapped around you like a fucking scarf?!”
Namgyu eyes widen, as he just smirks dumbly, it finally clicked in that little brain of his. Gyeonsu is like, the biggest fanboy of Thanos, then it clicks again, the music Gyeonsu screams in the mornings is Thanos’s fucking music. Oh.
„I dont know” Namgyu just spits out, finally out of the looping thoughts in his head.
„This dude tried hitting on me, he called me ‚Señorita’” Namgyu impersonates Thanos’s annoying tone he did when he called Namgyu that, he turns to Thanos, who’s making a dumbass face like that didn’t fucking happen.
Thanos laughs. Minsu also chuckles at the recalling of the moment, as he kinda like, relaxes?
Gyeonsu spins around. “Oh my god, Minsuuu” He screeches out in that ‚teenage girl on a Justin Bieber concert’ tone, as i grabs the dude and shakes him, and in that way, Minsu is back to his unrelaxed state, good job, Gyeonsu.
Minsu blinks, visibly panicking. „Y—yeah…woohoo” Minsu tries to come out excited, but his voice cracking definitely doesn’t help. He lightly pushes Gyeonsu’s hands off his shoulders as he turns to Thanos. „There you are..” He says, his voice so quiet im impressed Thanos had heard it.
„Minsu! My boyy! There you are!” He lets himself go from Namgyu’s grip as he goes to hug Minsu tightly. Namgyu lets out a unsatisfied hum, and rolls his eyes at the fact that Thanos had pushed his touch away. Whatever. Namgyu watches the hug with that almost jealous-like expression as he snaps out of it. He just met this fucking dude. Who cares whether his hands are on Namgyu or Minsu? Because its definitely not Namgyu. Yeah. Totally.
Gyeonsu turn to Minsu, watching Thanos pull him into a short hug, with his mouth wide open, his hand sliding onto his pocket, grabbing his phone.
„Oh my goddd. Can i— Could you—Would you mind—.” Gyeonsu starts like, three sentences and doesn’t finish either of them, as he holds his phone between him and Thanos.
Namgyu scoffs at the scene, as he interrupts. „I think he wants a picture.”
He looks at Thanos and giggles, Thanos laughs as he grabs Gyeonsu’s phone. „Ofcourse my bro!” He pulls his arm around Gyeonsu’s shoulder and snaps a few photos, and giving it back to the fan, as he gives him a warming smile „Your welcome my friend.” He says as he winks at Gyeonsu, before Gyeonsu can even gather his thoughts, Thanos speaks again.
„But, i need you to do me a favor.” He says
„Oh my god thank you, of course, what is it, I-i’ll even suck your dick!!!” Gyeonsu responds, wayy to excited at the thought of doing so…
Thanos raises his eyebrow, squints his eyes in that questioning expression.
Oh my lawd why would Gyeonsu say that💔.
Thanos grabs his own phone, opening instagram and pulling up the search bar. „Give that señioritas Instagram.” He says as he points at Namgyu, as he passes his phone to Gyeonsu. Okay, thank god he decided to ignore what Gyeonsu just said because— wait, did he just ask from Namgyu’s instagram? And Gyeonsu is actually giving it to him? Okay, what the fuckkk. Firstly, this skittle hits on him, then he gives him a free pill, and now he asks for Namgyu’s instagram??? Namgyu should totally freak out at Gyeonsu, buttt, Thanos is like, hot as fuck. So its whatever. Namgyu smirks at the vibration in his back pocket, pulling it out to see a notification saying ‚You have one more follower—‚ThanosTheLegend’’ He opens Instagram with a dumb smirk and follows Thanos back, taking a quick glance at his posts, dear God, he’s even more handsome on those. Okay. Namgyu MAY be tweaking a little bit, falling for a stranger, but it’s the drugs!!! He swears it’s the drugs!!!