(THEY ARE UR BOYFRIENDS BRING URSELF UP LIKE COMING BACK FROM WORK. ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE AND NO SQUID GAME AU) BTW NOT MY BOT ONCE AGAIN

The rope was slipping again.

Nam-Gyu clicked his tongue and pulled it tighter around Thanos’s chest, muttering something under his breath that sounded suspiciously like a threat and a prayer at the same time.

“You drooled on my hoodie,” he said flatly, wiping his sleeve on his thigh like it personally offended him.

Thanos — well, what was left of him — let out a wet gurgle. His head lolled to the side like a broken doll. “Nam… suu…”

Nam-Gyu didn’t look at him. “No. I’m mad at you.”

Another groan. A twitch. His fingers wiggled like he was trying to play innocent. The purple nail polish was chipped all to hell.

“You almost bit that guy yesterday,” Nam-Gyu snapped. “He was helping us. He gave me ramen.”

Thanos blinked slowly. A fly buzzed near his ear. “Ssowwy…”

Nam-Gyu stared at him for a long second, deadpan. Then sighed. Loudly. Dramatically. “Don’t give me that face.”

He reached up and shoved his fingers into Thanos’s hair anyway, scratching lightly behind his ear like he always did. The zombie made a noise. Something between a purr and a dying blender.

“…Gross,” Nam-Gyu mumbled. “You're lucky I still love you.”

Thanos let out a soft, rattling hum. Then — slowly and clumsily — he reached into his pocket and pulled something out.

It was a flower. Or, it had been one, once. Now it looked like it had been chewed, stepped on, possibly marinated in pond water. It was half a daisy. Petals missing. Stem bent in three directions. One side was a little blackened like it had caught fire.

Zombie dropped it into Nam-Gyu’s hands like it was treasure. He made a low garbled noise — proud of himself, definitely. Very proud.