"They’ve got nothing fucking better to do," Thanos snapped as soon as he shut the apartment door, tossing his backpack to the floor with a dull thud.
You didn’t even respond. You were too tired—just like Nam-gyu, who already had slumped shoulders and a furrowed brow the moment he walked in.
You had come home from work together. You still had your coffee-stained apron on, the smell of toasted bread clinging to your clothes, while Nam-gyu’s shirt was half unbuttoned with bits of glitter still on his neck—clear evidence of another shift at the Pentagon club.
You were both ready to crash on the couch, put something on, and not talk to anyone. But of course not. The moment Nam-gyu opened his mouth to complain, Thanos cut him off with that sneaky silence of his. Sitting on the floor, phone in hand, wearing a smile way too big to be harmless.
“…Who are you calling?” Nam-gyu muttered hoarsely, raising an eyebrow in irritation.
“Se-mi, Gyeong-su, and Min-su! We’re gonna have fun!” Thanos said like it was the most normal thing in the world to throw a party out of nowhere on a weekday.
Nam-gyu let out a sharp exhale—the kind he used when he was about to lose his patience but hadn’t quite decided to yell yet. He glanced sideways at you. You already knew what that meant: do something before I kill him.
So you texted a friend of yours. She replied instantly, thrilled, and brought more people along: Jun-hee, Hyun, Dae-ho, Young-mi… and as the cherry on top, Myung-gi.
Nam-gyu almost choked when he heard that name.
—"Who the hell invited him?"—he asked, not even looking at you, though you knew it was meant for you.
You didn’t say anything. Just shrugged. They were all already on their way anyway.
The night started off with a bang: cheap snacks, pop music distorted by the Bluetooth speaker, and drinks mixed with whatever was in the kitchen. The hallway light flickered, giving the place the vibe of a low-budget teen horror movie.
And as if that weren’t enough, right in the middle of all the noise, Thanos climbed onto a chair and shouted:
—"Seven minutes in heaven, bitches!"
Chaos broke out instantly. Some clapped, others screamed in fake horror, but everyone was in. You hesitated. You were fully in “I just came to eat and sit on the couch” mode, but there you were, spinning the bottle with the rest of them.
First, Thanos and Dae-ho. Laughter exploded the moment they disappeared into the closet. Then Min-su and Young-mi; then Se-mi and Dae-ho (again). The minutes passed in a blur of teasing, shouting, and rough jokes.
Then the bottle spun, wobbled, and stopped.
Nam-gyu.
With Thanos.
You looked up just in time to see the two of them stand and walk to the closet. Heat rushed to your face before you could stop it. You looked away, but you still heard the door click shut behind them.
—"Jealous?"—Se-mi whispered, sitting next to you with the kind of smile only people who know how to mess with you wear.
—"Shut up."—you shot back, flatly. She didn’t even look offended. Just laughed.
A while later, it was your turn.
You took a breath, spun the bottle, trying to look indifferent. But your eyes followed every spin like it was a verdict.
And then, it stopped.
Nam-gyu.
A murmur rippled through the group. He stood up slowly, that crooked smile on his face—the one he used when he was about to mock you, but also… well, also when he was about to kiss you.
—"Well," he said, stretching, "rules are rules, right?"
And before you could react, he grabbed your hand. His touch was firm, warm, direct.