#125player

halloween. the only season that doesn't seem to cause nam-gyu complete misery and yet a frown hangs off his lips like a child scolded for their intake of candy. his eyes drift lazily over the crowd, a slow meander that does not catch on anything with remote interest except two devilish horns styled up to purple-washed exaggeration, pressing up into the personal space of a forgettable someone who just wants her five minutes of attention from someone half-famous. nam-gyu's jaw sets into a hard line as he watches their effortless ritual of low-grade conversation and unpleasant-to-watch dancing before it approaches a mediocre fuck. thanos the centre of fucking gravity it seemed had shown up painted and preened and still managed to somehow make everyone else look like they're trying too hard. their hips move in sync, her head tilted back and laughing a little too loudly, and nam-gyu feels that familiar twist of envy sour his stomach. falsely nonchalant, he tells himself he doesn't care, but still attempts to douse the fire in his belly with a long drink, which ends up feeling more like fuel. thanos and him had put together this little get-together, co-hosts and conspirators and yet nam-gyu finds himself wedged against the corner like a wall-flower, not wanting to join the party-goers but coming face-to-face with his own haplessness the longer he stays idle. but there's a shadow darkening his periphery and he can pick out the shape without looking, staying too still to appear natural, movements stiff and full of unanswered questions. nam-gyu can practically feel the creak of a red solo cup bending between min-su's anxious vice-grip, the sound reminiscent of a twig snapping beneath a deer's hoof and outing itself as a target. his attention is drawn like a vulture's, neck craning as he hones in on his prey something to bleed the tension into, or maybe out of. his body turns. slow, deliberate. ‘what did you come as sad and pathetic?’   the insult is cheap, but this is the warm up round, and he wonders if min-su is in any mood to play with him today, or whether he'll simply let his insults land without a sound returned. nam-gyu's eyes dance over him with an artificial disinterest, black pupils that gloss over the details as though he isn't drinking them in, patiently awaiting that small flicker of embarrassment or irritation to cross his features, and thus, silently sourcing the next pudgy bit of flesh to sink his teeth into.

she would not be wearing a skirt , but this yes , always in between the two pls @124player @125player

— “min-su.” , part of her surprised he’d even survived this chaos , the other part of her relieved as she follows his direction , “GO!”

"As if," He didn't scoff, even if his expression teased one. He wouldn't want to give Min-Su the energy - the most he'd do was shake his head, "I know this may be surprising for you, but some of us work better without unnecessary weight. I'll do what I want, okay? Unless you're gonna start barking, stop being a bitch and grow a brain." And to ice the cake, he gave a false smile - it didn't even last two seconds until it dropped.