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The wooden table shined under the light from the disco, rainbow reflecting in triangle patterns over it.
Sitting next to him was Thanos—An old friend of his.
After he had became famous Thanos had stopped talking to Nam-gyu, but it wasn’t in a “Fuck you, I’m famous, i don’t need you anymore” type of way, but just the way that their.. friendship faded, if that makes sense.
Peacefully died down as their dms became more dry to eachother, before they just stopped talking straight up.
It wasn’t a bad death of the friendship for sure, but sometimes Nam-gyu wished they still were friends.
But, of course, destiny finds its ways. Se-mi, his sister, apparently became friends with Thanos about a few weeks after their friendship died down.
Se-mi wasn’t that well known, but she was an influencer that just posted simple story time with makeup type shit on TikTok, or whatever.
Nam-gyu tapped his hands on the table, listening to the conversations erupting around them. Gyeong-su was talking to Min-su about some random shit, probably like animals or something—Min-su knew an odd amount of things about animals.
Se-mi and Thanos were talking, obviously, and Nam-gyu had discovered from eavesdropping that apparently it was about the struggles of being famous.
“Se-mi, you aren’t even that famous. The fuck you talking ‘bout?” Nam-gyu interrupted thanos mid sentence.
“You aren’t either—“ she was once again interrupted by Thanos. “She’s more popular than you, dude.”
Nam-gyu just rolled his eyes in response, trying to go back to zoning out, but Thanos had wonderfully decided to drag him into whatever conversation was going on.
“Speaking of which, bro, you could become famous, you know? One music video with you in it and everyone’s gonna be getting wet for you or whatever,” he turned around and readjusted in his seat to face Nam-gyu, who was just staring at him blankly.
Se-mi cleared her throat, setting down her glass of wine for a moment, looking Nam-gyu up and down.
“I could agree with that—Fuck, that sounds wrong—“ she waves her hand. “I’m your sister, that’s weird. But you aren’t that bad looking, you’d probably be that one person that’d be seen in the comments of a TikTok section that says ‘comment your niche hear me outs.’”
Nam-gyu huffs out a laugh at that, seeing Thanos nodding from the corner of his eye. “A hear me out? I couldn’t even get to the ‘hold me back’ privilege.. how hurtful,” Nam-gyu puts a hand over his heart with soft, teasing eyes. Se-mi just scoffs before picking up her wine and directing her attention towards whatever nerdy ass conversation Minsu and Gyeongsu were having.
“Nah, she’s right though man. I could set that up, somehow. You down?” Thanos raises an eyebrow at Namgyu, who’s resting his palm that was previously on his heart on his chin.
“Dude, you ghost me for months and then you offer for me to be in a music video.” Namgyu grins, cutting thanos off before he could speak. “But you know what, hell yeah— I’m down.”
“Damn, when yall recording? I wanna come,” Se-mi interrupts the awkward silence that followed Their conversation. Thanos shoots Se-mi a glare, thinking for a moment. “Gyeongsu?”
“Oh yeah!! I love when—Huh?” Gyeongsu peels his eyes away from Min-su and, confused, meets eye contact with Thanos. “Ohhh, recording that music video. Honestly, we could get that done… tomorrow…?” He squints, debating if that could work out or not.
“Hell yeah, my boy. Knew I chose the right manager.” Thanos pats him on the shoulder, turning towards Namgyu and slipping his cell phone out of his pocket.
“So, the songs basically about some falling in love with someone you’re not able to be with—“ Thanks clears his throat, glaring at semi. “She came up with that, but anyways, still got no ideas for a music video—You used to take photography and shit?”
Nam-gyu nods, trying to piece together the information Thanos was giving him. “Yeah, 2nd year of high school I took some filming and photography classes. That’s about it, though.”
“Alright, perf.” Thanos opens his phone with one hand, using Face ID and scrolling towards his notes app—opening the note that says ‘LYCRIS’ in bold letters. “Has it not been recorded yet..?” Namgyu blinks at the notepad.
“It has, I just use notepad a lot—Leave me alone, man.” He rolls his eyes, sliding the phone towards Nam-gyu. “I got no fucking clue of what to do for this music video. All the pressures on you, my guy.”
Nam-gyu inspects the lycris for a moment. It’s unlike anything else Thanos has wrote—It’s easy to tell. He doesn’t even know if he wrote this in the first place. He did say semi helped with the lycris and shit, though.
Knowing Se-mi’s doom and despairs ass, of course she’d come up with something like this. Some line talks about some “Loving in silence became my norm.” Seriously—Thanos is considering publishing this?
But, despite the sappy ass lyrics—the old classes unfortunately came into use, and yes, you could say he came up with a decent idea for the music video.
“Yeah, I think I got an idea, but damn, you really gonna upload this? Who are you yearning for?” He slides the phone back towards Thanos, raising an eyebrow, as he just chuckles.
“Nobody, Se-mi wanted me to sing this so she can play it in the car with her fuckass crush or something man.” He raises his vape closer to his mouth, taking a hit as he stares into the distance—Before looking back down at his phone, then back at Nam-gyu.
“What’s the idea you had tho, dude?” Thanos seemed oddly more focused than usual—which was.. odd to see him like. Most of the time, before he’d became famous, Thanos was everywhere all at once, wobbly and higher than the sky on a Wednesday night, spewing some random ass flirty raps at a blonde girl.
“Uhm—“ every fucking idea left his mind. “I’ll explain it at the studio tomorrow, but it needs to be filmed in a club.”
To be honest, his original idea didn’t involve a club at all, but thinking about their old days at the club honestly just made him throw that shit out of nowhere.
“I can do that, probably rent out club pentagon—that torn ass club we used to go to. That work?”
Nam-gyu snaps back into reality— “Yeah, that’s good.” Thankfully—he never thought he’d say this, Se-mi was genuinely his lord and savior the way she interrupted the conversation.
“You guys done? Cause Gyeong-su randomly decided he’s feeling like Ice cream right now.” Se-mi gestures towards Gyeong-su, who has the biggest fucking grin on his face.
“I’m down. Gyu, you tryna go?” He looks at Nam-gyu from the corner of his eye; watching him for a reaction.
Nam-gyu nods in response, dropping the cigarette which he realized he surprisingly forget he even had in his hand.
“Let’s hit it!” Gyeong-su jumps out of his seat, making Min-su flinch. He quickly shoots him an apologetic glance.
Thanos follows out of his seat, being pushed slightly by Se-mi. She turns towards him and nods—“You’re paying, Mr. Rich boy.” She shoots him a grin as she follows Gyeong-su out towards the car, leaving just Minsu, Namgyu and Thanos in the room.
They all stood there for a minute, before Thanos patted Minsu on the shoulder, and turned around to look at Nam-gyu. “The fuck we waiting for?” He grins cockily, Running out of the room with a ‘Woo!’.
Namgyu sighs, quickly following Thanos out the door—Seeing where Gyeong-su already claimed the drivers seat. Semi was sitting directly behind the driver, the only open seats being passenger, and the two other seats in the back.
Thanos had hopped into the center seat—Minsu shortly after, bolting past Namgyu to be in the passenger seat. “Damn, bro, it should never be that serious!” Nam-gyu calls after Minsu, shrugging it off before getting in the seat next to Thanos.
He shuts the door with a thud, Gyeong-su quickly turning on the radio. “Should we listen to that new song Thanos is dropping?” Gyeong-su practically yells, despite there being no music on.
“I’m not sur—“
Se-mi was quickly cut off by music blasting through the speakers.
“How the fuck do you have this already?” Nam-gyu shouts over the speakers as Gyeongsu is already pulling out of the driveway.
“I have it on my phone—it’s not released yet tho!” He exclaims back, the car practically shaking from how loud the music is booming. The dim traffic lights shine onto the street, cars zipping past them. Gyeong-su pulls out into the road, the others protests being silenced by the loud music.
Minsu in the front was covering his ears and attempting to distract himself by looking out the window, Thanos was bopping his head to the beat, and Se-mi was just scrolling on her phone with her face scrunched up in annoyance.
Some drivers gave them weird ass looks— he assumed they could probably hear the music blaring through the speakers.
As they pulled up to the ice cream shop—It wasn’t as busy as usual. Which was odd, it was a Friday night—Afterall. Nam-gyu stirred in his seat, accidentally brushing his leg against Thanos’—but it didn’t bother Thanos. They were sitting so close together, anyways.
As soon as the car stopped Nam-gyu unbuckled and jumped out of the car-before Minsu could even get out. Thanos finished the verse he was rapping before hopping out, followed by the others.
Gyeong-su was murmuring to the others about what flavors they wanted, leaving namgyu instead to zone out again. He leant against the car, staring out into space.
Nam-gyu kept thinking back to him and Thanos’ old moments at the club. When they were careless, and he had no fame—They were just doing shit; whatever they wanted.
He’d seen Thanos make out with multiple bitches at the club, he always did when he was high. From the looks of it, he was oddly experienced with shit like that.
He wondered what it felt like to be in that situation. Thanos’ neck buried in his as he nips at his earlobe—
“You good, man?” He’s brought back into reality by Gyeong-su waving his hand in his face. “God,” he exhales in relief when Nam-gyu straightens back up. “Thought we lost you there, man. What’cu want to order?”
“Oh-“ Nam-gyu, in all honesty forgot they were even getting ice cream.
“Just get me vanilla, man.” He waves a hand at Gyeong-su, leaning back onto the car.
Gyeong-su watched him for a moment, scanning him, before walking off and leaving Nam-gyu alone again. He looks down at his feet—one of which is propped against the red exterior of the car, and continues his train of thought from earlier.
Actually—the fuck was he even thinking of? That’s some gay shit—sorta. ‘S not weird to wanna know that type of stuff, right?
Whatever. He pushes himself off the edge of the car, going back to where Se-mi was standing, blabbering on about some shit about her so called crush.
It’s normal to wonder that.