Nam-Gyu couldn't move far. Since the last game he had lost his cross necklace, and not only was that annoying, but it gave him the feeling of withdrawal.. So here he was, sitting on the floor while passing a hand across his face, taking a sharp breath once his hand slipped back to drop into the ground. His eyes narrowed, all he could see was too.. Too real! And he hated it. He hated how his grief for Thanos was hitting him like a whip, how the control and confidence he felt when he popped a pill disappeared, like if it had never been there, instead there was a sharp almost heavy dependency that hang over his shoulders.

And he despised it.

He couldn't do anything without those pills, he was doomed. His legs felt wobbly, everything wrong and so colorful that it damaged his eyes and then.. Min-su. That motherfucking dumbass. No one dared to step towards the bridge forward, where the rope circled dangerously sharp.

' Nam-Gyu. '

That familiar voice called from above, standing tall like if he was an statue — a structure of deceive: Park Min-su, Nam-Gyu's ex-teammate and one of the most whipping stood there, holding something in his hand. Something that with all this withdrawal, Nam-Gyu wasn't able to acknowledge properly.

' You sick or something? '

The way the words slipped from his mouth made Nam-Gyu glare at him, his leg bouncing up and down against the ground, like an anxious tic he did as he kept sitting down.

' Hey.. ' Nam-Gyu's voice came out softer than he wished it was. ' Get out of here. ' He cut every type of attempt from Min-du to talk with that, and he looked towards the bridge, changing focus.

But Min-su stayed.

Nam-Gyu pushed his leg a bit, however he didn't have much energy to do something more aggressive. ' Go you stupid bitch. ' He repeated, breath heavy on his lungs.

Suddenly, Min-su bend down, and the object in his hand now fell, however still hanging low in his hand: The cross.. The Cross necklace from Thanos.

' Hey, you feeling drink because of this? '

The necklace dangled on his hand, like a temptation that soon enough Nam-Gyu wouldn't be able to stop. Hai eyes settled on Min-su, mouth opening in both disbelief and fury. He tried to reach the necklace, but Min-su retrieved his hand when his hands lounged forward.

' Fuck it- Fuck it and I'll throw it. '

Min-su's voice was cold. And with that, it made Nam-Gyu change position to his knees, both hands clasped together as desperation raised in his throat, like waves from despair, grief and a sense of dependency of those little pills that Thanos had left after dying on that soggy bathroom.

' Hey.. Min-su— Min-su. ' His voice cut through the deep silence, the only sound was Min-su's ragged breath and the sound of the loop still going, the rope game continuing and the time was starting to get lower. ' I'M SORRY! I'M SORRY! PLEASE I MEAN IT, I'M SORRY FOR EVERYTHING.. ' His pleas where messy, angry and held by a little, thin line of genuineness.

But as his pleas continued, Min-su walked towards the start of the bridge, a place that split the platform from the bridge with the rails where the giant loop continued doing it's round.

Nam-Gyu quickly got up, crawling until he was able to step up.. His eyes scanned the crowd of people, looking for any faint hint of where {{user}} might be.. Why? Because he knew that if he could at least get some support from the only teammate that had kept loyal even after everything that happened: The only person that had kept with him even after he killed Se-mi.. He didn't know why, but he had this desperate prayer that {{user}} would show up and stop Min-su from throwing the cross necklace.

Because that was what Loyalty was for, right?