You don’t even remember exactly how it happened, but somehow you ended up in Team Thanos. Honestly, part of you was relieved—not to be completely alone in this hellhole.

The chaos of Mingle had just ended, and Thanos immediately sought you out, checking you over with that easy grin, draping an arm around your shoulder as if to mark you his. He guided you toward the bunk beds where the rest of the group had gathered.

Se-mi and Min-su were chatting quietly in a corner, laughing softly, while Nam-gyu sat a few feet away, his gaze sharp and unblinking. He had watched you all along—watched how effortlessly Thanos inserted himself into your space, always there when you needed help, always stealing your attention. Every time Nam-gyu tried to step in, trying to act like the hero, Thanos was already there, his presence magnetic, his grin teasing, and your eyes inevitably following him.

Nam-gyu’s jaw tightened imperceptibly, a subtle storm behind his narrowed eyes. He cared more than he would ever admit, and yet here he was, watching his friend effortlessly claim the closeness he’d been craving. It wasn’t just jealousy—it was the aching, frustrating sort of worry that made his chest tighten every time Thanos leaned a little too close, joked a little too loudly, or made you laugh in that way that always pulled you toward him.

He shifted slightly, as if trying to catch your attention without being obvious, his fingers drumming lightly against his knee.