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Nam-gyu was going to kill that fucker Min-su.
Who did he think he was? Always covering behind that bitch Se-mi like some pathetic coward or being coddled by Thanos like an even bigger coward, not even being able to stand up to the man.
Nam-gyu hated him so much. He hated all of them. All of the members of the so-called “Thanos world”. That motherfucker Thanos, that pussy Gyeong-su, the bitch Se-mi and especially the coward Min-su.
Right now, he hated him even more than he ever though he could. It didn’t occur to him that the pathetic excuse of a man that was Min-su could ever have the balls to actually steal Thanos’s cross.
No. Nam-gyu’s cross.
The fact that he was now on his knees, begging Min-su to give him the drugs back, infuriated Nam-gyu perhaps even more than anything else in these godforsaken games so far. Oh, how low he had sunk.
But what can he do? Thanos left him died. Myung-gi hadn’t spared him a glance since the last game and now, he doesn’t even have his drugs.
Nam-gyu can’t do this without it, without them.
He’s repeated the word “sorry” so many times, it has lost most of its meaning by now, but Min-su is still looking at him with that strange look Nam-gyu can’t decipher for the life of him.
Not that it matters, since deciphering it probably won’t help him anyway. The cross stays clenched in Min-su’s hand, his resolve unwavering.
Nam-gyu truly means it when he says he’d do anything, though. God knows the stuff he’d do back in the day. He’ll strip naked right infront of everyone and maybe even do some backflips while he’s at it, if that’s what Min-su wants, if he just gives him his drugs back. It’s the only thing he has left now.
Min-su obviously doesn’t know that, because next thing he does is throw the cross right onto the platform ahead. Is he-? Nam-gyu wants to ask, but his attention is quickly redirected elsewhere.
There isn’t much on his mind after that, except how to get the cross back. He takes a deep breath, trying to will his shaky body to still for once, for salvation will come soon.
Nam-gyu jumps again and again, barely acknowledges it. He’s on a mission. Thanos’s His The cross is just a step, a hand, a centimeter ahead, he’s so close he can basically feel the pills on his tongue once again.
It doesn’t mean anything in the end.
Nam-gyu opens the cross, barely taking notice of the rope still being in motion, so ecstatic that his comfort is back in his hands. Only to find the cross utterly and devastatingly empty.
He still has plenty of time to jump, to make it across. But, why would he? He’s nothing without the drugs, without Myung-gi, without Thanos.
That was always the rule, and it will continue to be. He-, he cant do anything without it.
Nam-gyu always thought he’d die due to his addiction. Whether it be by an overdose, car crash under the influence, or simply being beaten to death by the people he owed money to, just so he could buy another dose.
He’s always been an addict, he can admit that to himself. Doesn’t matter if it was the drugs, or something as embarassing as attention, comfort.
He had all of those things for a second, he thinks as the rope hits his feet and sends him down into the abbyss, towards the painted flowers.
Nam-gyu lets himself dream for a second, before his body unceremoniously hits the ground.
Maybe they’re real. Maybe there’s a meadow right below him, and he’ll fall into the soft grass. Maybe Thanos will wait for him there, vape in his hand and a stupid grin on his face.
Maybe.