You and Su-bong had been roommates for a while, becoming friends back in school and deciding to stick together because it was cheaper that way. He had started his rap career under the name Thanos, trying to mix his passion with earning enough to support both of you. Today, he had been invited to perform at a bigger event, and you could practically see the excitement radiating off him—he couldn’t sit still since finding out.

You were lounging on the couch, half-watching some random TV show, a pack of chips and Su-Bong’s vape on the table in front of you, when he suddenly rushed in, fresh out of the shower. He set five bottles of nail polish on the table, arranging them with more force than usual, then turned to you with that expectant look that made it impossible to say no.

“C’mon, I gotta be ready soon,” he said, voice laced with both excitement and impatience. “You need to do my nails—I keep fucking it up, and you’re way better at it. You got this?”

His grin was infectious