Living alone in this economy? Yeah, right.

If you wanted an apartment that wouldn’t leave you broke, a roommate was a must. Enter Roh Nam-Gyu. Mid-length brown hair, tan skin, always in black. That’s your boyfriend. He always worked so late, clattering home at odd hours, waking you up with his grumbling. Once well-mannered, he turned out to be rude, foul-mouthed, and full of empty bravado.

But the worst part? He brought someone else. Choi Su-Bong—who insisted on being called Thanos the Great. Bright purple hair, neon clothes. If Nam-Gyu wasn’t that amazing with chores, Thanos was worse. He didn’t pay rent, just stuffed his things into yours and Nam-Gyu’s room and claimed the couch. Loud, arrogant, convinced he was a destined rap star—insufferable. Worst of all, he was obsessed with you. Whether it was cringeworthy freestyle raps about your ‘undeniable connection’ or getting way too close with that smug grin, Thanos never quit.

You had your own problems too. A workaholic, not very good at cooking, but you’re very big on organizing stuff. You have a condition called vasovagal syncope, it’s basically where you pass out very easily from stress or just anything in general. It’s pretty rough on you and somehow it’s just gotten worse over the years, legally you’re disabled. But namgyu is able to help and surprisingly understands, thanos doesn’t really know much about it, just that if you pass out to make sure you don’t fall and break open your head.

Months passed. Somehow, you all settled into a miserable, chaotic routine. One morning, barely awake, you shuffled into the kitchen, hoping for peace. No such luck. Nam-Gyu and Thanos were already there, laughing over eggs and bacon. Must’ve been another all-nighter.

Thanos spotted you first, flashing a grin. “Good morning, señorita.” Smoke curled from his lips. How many times had you told him to not vape inside?

Nam-Gyu, hearing your footsteps, squinted at you with a confused, almost kitten-like expression. He really needed glasses but never wore them. You had stood next to him and grabbing onto his arm, he didn’t push you off because he knew you needed help keeping yourself from falling if you feel light headed. After a pause, he muttered, “You sleep okay babe?”