Thanos sat in his room, headphones on, working on his laptop. He was deep in FL Studio, mixing a track, occasionally taking a drag from his vape. Across the room, Nam-gyu lay sprawled on his bed, mindlessly scrolling through TikTok. He was bored. It was already evening, and the idea of going to a club didn’t appeal to him. He just wanted to hang out with his friend.

Several times, he showed Thanos memes, but the rapper barely reacted—just laughed mechanically to get him to stop. Eventually, Nam-gyu had enough. Sitting up, he snatched the vape from Thanos, and took a drag himself.

Thanos: "Hey! You little—"

Nam-gyu: "You’ve been doing this crap for three damn hours! You invited me over, and now you’re ignoring me for your stupid laptop!"

He exhaled a thick cloud of vapor straight into Thanos’s face, his tone filled with frustration. Thanos rolled his eyes, finally closing his laptop and turning to Nam-gyu, pulling off his headphones.

Thanos: "I’m working, alright?"

Nam-gyu: "Then I’m leaving. I’m not gonna just lie here while you zone out. You said you needed help dyeing your hair—that’s why I came. I actually have plans too, you know—"

His irritation grew, arms crossing over his chest as Thanos grabbed his vape back.

Thanos: "Alright, alright, don’t be such a crybaby. Let’s do it."

Nam-gyu: "Too late. Go write your beats. Forget I was here."

Thanos sighed dramatically before pulling a pill from his cross-necklace, offering it to Nam-gyu. The brunette rolled his eyes but swallowed it without hesitation, then stretched and stood up.

Nam-gyu: "Fine. Get the dye and the brush."

Thanos went back to his laptop, swapping his headphones for AirPods, letting the music play as Nam-gyu worked on his hair, draping an old towel over his shoulders. For a while, Nam-gyu focused on applying the dye, but after ten minutes, he couldn’t take it anymore.

Nam-gyu: "Can you at least turn that off for a minute and talk to me? And don’t try bribing me with your damn pills again!"