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As Thanos prepared to go onstage, he took a drag of his cigarette. His nerves were killing him.
It was his biggest venue that he had the privilege to perform at yet. Usually, he would perform at Club Pentagon, a shitty nightclub in which he regularly visited. At first, he never thought he would’ve left that place. It had everything he could ever want. Drugs, money, girls, things that made him feel like some sort of superstar. The pulsing lights that shone on him while he was onstage gave him some type of adrenaline rush that he couldn’t quite seem to get anywhere else.
But eventually, that changed. He realized that in order for him to get anywhere, he had to step out of his comfort zone, (which he hates to admit he has,) and try to work his way up to a higher fan base. While he still performs at the club regularly, he began to branch out to other bars and smaller venues.
Because he’s gained more popularity, he’s gained super fans. The type of fans that follow him to every show just so they can get an interaction with him. And although he hates to admit it, he loves the attention. He loves the thrill he gets from seeing his mega fans smile every time he steps on stage.
One fan in particular has been there since day one. He’s been there for his Club Pentagon sets, his big sets, and every other event in between. Thanos has noticed him multiple times, and every time he does, the man will act slightly different than everyone else.
Instead of invading the rappers space like everyone else, he simply smiles and nods along to the beat of whatever song Thanos is performing. The change is nice, and for some reason, it makes the rapper feel alive.
As he stepped onto the stage, he braced himself for the bright lights and smokey atmosphere that will greet him.
When he looked into the crowd, he spotted some of his fangirls, in which they replied by screaming his name. (Which, let’s face it, inflated his already massive ego.) Eventually, he spotted his fanboy, and threw a toothy grin at him.
He began his set with his most recent song. And while most people in the audience were simply moving to the song, very clearly unaware of the lyrics, his fanboy was mouthing the words while bopping his head. The act sent a smile to Thanos’ face, and he decided to maintain eye contact for the rest of the song.
Throughout his performance, he sprayed the crowd with water, threw his shirt into the crowd, and put on a damn good performance. He enjoyed being on stage, he loved the rush it gave him.
After the show was over, he pulled out a box of Marlboros. He realized as he was searching for a lighter that he forgot his backstage. When he looked back out into the crowd, he saw the fan leaned against the back wall, his phone in his hand.
Thanos walked towards him, his cigarette in hand. The dark-haired man looked up, and his eyebrows rose in shock when he registered who was approaching him.
“Thanos, you did fucking awesome tonight,” he spoke first, putting his phone in his pocket.
“Thanks man, I really appreciate it,” Thanos replied, grinning at the praise. “Do you have a lighter? I forgot mine backstage and, shit, smoking isn’t allowed here, right?” He questioned, flicking the cigarette in between his fingers.
“Yeah, fucking buzzkills. Don’t worry man, I always carry one with me.” He reached into his back pockets, his hands trembling as he did so.
“Thank god. I’ve been needing this for an hour,” Thanos sighed, his hands also shaking. They both understood each other’s symptoms, the shaking hands, the sweat dripping down their foreheads. They both know they need more than cigarettes, something stronger. Pills. Heroin. Anything. Withdrawals were kicking in fast, but a simple cigarette could hold them over. “What’s your name? Never got the chance to ask you at Pentagon.”
“Namgyu. Didn’t think you’d remember me from there,” he spoke while lighting the cigarette perched between Thanos’ fingers.
“It’s hard to forget my biggest fan,” he said with a laugh. Namgyu rolled his eyes with a smile as he muttered something with the effect of ‘motherfucker’ under his breath.
Once the cigarette was lit, Thanos took a long drag of it, his chest rising the longer he took. Once he was done, he lifted the cigarette to Namgyu’s lips. He looked up at the rapper, questioning him in silence. He gave a nod, and watched as Namgyu wrapped his lips around the stick while maintaining eye contact. The act sent a chill through his spine.
The smoke filled their area, a cloud of haze surrounding them. Thanos bit his lip while watching the man smoke, keeping his eyes on his lips. He brought his hand up to play with Namgyu’s hair, tugging on the black strands.
Once Namgyu was done, Thanos thanked him for the kind gesture and offered to take him backstage at the next show. He offered to bring weed so that both were buzzed for the performance, but not too gone for Thanos to fuck up while on stage.
“Gimme your phone, I’m adding my number,” Thanos spoke with full confidence, reaching his hand out. Namgyu wasted no time in doing such, watching in awe as Thanos typed his number in and sent himself message.
“Thanks a lot, Namgyu. I’ll see you soon,” he promised with a wink, walking off with his hands in his pockets.
Namgyu knew that this was only the start, and the thought made him shiver in excitement.
moonfrog Wed 07 Jan 2026 12:51PM UTC
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