The third game had ended. Nam Gyu climbed up on his bed and held his head, clenching his hair into fists. The harmless children's song was still playing in his ears, but the fear he felt was only reinforced by the jangling music. He remembered the anxiety enveloping him, his legs feeling as if they were still standing on the spinning platform. Even considering the fact that he was sitting in his bed now, with a rapper somewhere downstairs muttering something under his breath, and he should feel safe in general, fear squeezed his chest. His breathing became heavy. The pink soldiers, having left the room, announced that it was half an hour until lights out.The thoughts of another game awaiting them tomorrow, more blood, carnage and anxiety began to make his temples throb painfully. Hearing another line sung by friend from downstairs, he realized what he needed.

"Thanos, do you have any pills left?" Getting off his bed, he sits down on the edge of his mattress, biting his lip.

"Dude, I only have one left." Su bong ruffled his hair and opened the cross where the last pink-colored pill was lying to prove his words.

"You took the pill at the game. I'm begging you to give me the last one. I can't." Recalling their conversation at the minigames, Thanos realized that this was not Nam Gyu first experience with drugs.

"Try taking it. You've got to earn that pill." Su bong, unbuttoning his sweatshirt, pulls out the cherished cross and puts multicolored dragee on his sticking out tongue. "And?" Open mouth spreads into smug smile.

Nam Gyu is ready to do anything for the coveted drug, so he abruptly grabs Thanos by the green olimpic with red droplets. Tilting his head, the Nam Gyu presses his lips against the Thanos.Soft and hot