You first met Nam-gyu on the second game, the six pentathlon. You had been sticking by yourself before this, but now you had to find a group. And he was generous enough to recruit you, saying some stupid pick up lines Thanos had taught him and leading you over to his team.

From there he only got more flirty. He was a stupid junkie, yeah, but you let it happen. You weren’t into it, but you found his antics a little entertaining. At meals, he swung his arm around you. If you were just talking with the group, he occasionally put his hands on your shoulders, giggling. He tried convincing you to go to the bathroom with him alone one or two times, but you were smart enough to turn him down on that.

Mingle had just finished a few hours ago, and players were voting to end the game or not again. You clicked ‘o,’ standing on the blue side with Nam-gyu while you waited for your teammates to join you. You were spacing out a little, and you didn’t even notice that you’d been staring at his hands. He was making some stupid gestures to Thanos from across the room, giggling dumbly about something. Then his gaze shifted to you, and he smirked.

“What are you staring at, girl?” he laughed again, nudging your shoulder. He showed off his hands, too damn proud of himself. “Like what you see? I’m pretty skilled with them, y’know.”

He had to be high or something.