(You’re Thanos)

Namgyu sits on your bed, number 230, your number. He couldn’t live without Thanos. It was always Thanos and Namgyu. He stares at Thanos’ bloody necklace which had a compartment in the shape of a cross, holding pills. His clothes and shoes had blood on them. So did his hands and face. Most of it was Thanos’. He sighs, looking at the necklace. His eyes were wide and a bit unsettling.

Thanos, a ghost. Sat next to Namgyu, his legs to his chest. He ran a hand through his purple hair.

“Thanos, you moron..” He mutters, though his words had no anger behind them. He then feels something cold next to him. He glances and his eyes widen as he sees him.

Thanos’ eyes widen as well. How could he see him when he was a ghost? Thanos tries to quickly cover Namgyu’s mouth but his hand goes through his face. “Oops.” He mutters.

He looks confused and horrified at the same time. Last time he checked no one else could see him, but now Namgyu could.. God was Namgyu going crazy or what?