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Thanos opened his eyes slowly, rubbing them harshly before blinking. What the hell happened? Oh, that's right, he and Mi-na had some dumb argument that ended in Thanos being screamed at and Mi-na storming out.
His head was still throbbing, and his throat felt sticky. That's why he never takes naps, at least not intentionally, because he always wakes up feeling like shit.
He rubbed his eyes once more and picked up his phone to check the time. 11:24. Perfect time to get his sorry ass up and go to the club. Not just any club. Club Pentagon.
Thanos always said that Heaven was a place on earth, but he only starting meaning that statement after he went to Pentagon for the first time. The booming bass always felt like a slap, but the atmosphere felt like a hug. A tight, suffocating hug, but a hug nonetheless.
Thanos didn't mind the loud drunks, nor did he mind the okay-ish music. He only came for the vibe and to forget. He finally gained the will to roll off his couch and walk to his bathroom.
The reflection he was met with was highly displeasing. His faded hair dye paired with his flat hair made him look like a divorced dad who thinks he's still in highschool. The shabby hoodie he was wearing added insult to injury. He groaned and peeled his hoodie off. At the very least, he smelled fine. Score's still 1-3 though.
He couldn't seem to remember if he had brushed his teeth yet today, so he went ahead and did that just in case. He left the bathroom and inched towards his bedroom, opening the door just enough for him to get through it.
As he rummaged through his clothes and found that nothing was calling his name, he decided to pop a pill. Would that solve his little dilemma? No, absolutely not, but at least he won't feel shitty on top of looking it.
Wait, Thanos has the perfect idea of what to wear. He just got some limited-editions sneakers, and the best part is that they perfectly match a royal blue button up he was considering wearing. He picked out some nicely fitting jeans that are distinctly darker than the shirt and shoes.
Once he finished getting dressed and styling his hair, he pulled his cross necklace out from under his shirt so that it was visible.
12:02, the clock read. Thanos felt good, the ecstasy coursing through him. When he got to the club, it was almost 12:30. He got in and immediately went to the bar.
He ordered a drink, and then stupidly finished it off in one gulp. His stomach's gonna hate him for that. He ordered another, and another, and another. He was spending money he barely even had, and his stomach ache got worse. Plus, mixing a bunch of drinks with ecstasy? A lot of Thanos' ideas suck, but this is one of the ones that's just straight up idiotic.
He danced, flirted with girls, yelled at people. And eventually —to absolutely no one's surprise— his excessive drinking led him to have to piss like a race horse.
The lighting in the bathroom was dim, but the cool, neon lights brightened it up in a way that hurt Thanos' eyes. He had to pee so bad that he almost didn't notice the sound of someone retching. He was gonna leave, but it sounded awful.
"You okay in there, bro?" Thanos asked, as if the dude was gonna answer. Stupid Thanos obviously didn't get the hint.
"Hello?" He called out again.
"I'm fine," a shaky voice replied, obviously annoyed. But can you really blame him? The dude doesn't care if Thanos' intentions are good, who wants to be bothered while they're dry heaving in a club bathroom?
Still, he felt the need to stay. It's not like he was doing anything important anyway. In the meantime, Thanos washed his hands and messed with his hair.
The dude finally came out of the stall, and damn, even after barfing, he was pretty. Like, strangely pretty, especially for a guy.
He had long, wavy hair, dark eyes, and incredible bone structure. But the downside is that he kinda looked like a huge bitch. Oh, and he's dating Mina. Of course, his girlfriend whom he loves. No reason to be thinking about a pretty guy.
The guy furrowed his eyebrows in what seemed to be disgust. Like I said, a huge bitch.
"What do you want?" he asked, not bothering to even glance at Thanos.
Thanos swallowed hard. "Well, you were like, throwing up. I just wanted to make sure you were okay," he explained.
This douchebag —Thanos' thoughts— had the audacity to scoff.
"What are you, my mom? Piss off," Mr "I'm a huge bitch" replied curtly.
Thanos tried to push off the sink, but he stumbled quite a bit.
"And you're asking me if I'm okay," Bitch Guy, which is the dude's new nickname, mumbled.
Thanos looked at him, visibly annoyed. "I'm just a little drunk, okay man? I'm fine."
Bitch Guy didn't seem to care one bit. Wait, like Thanos said, he's drunk. How's he gonna get home?
"Hey man, could you like- take me home?" Thanos asked nervously, thinking he knew the answer.
Bitch Guy glared at him. "You do realize I'm wearing a uniform, right? I can't just leave, stupid." Yeah, that's the response Thanos expected.
"Come on, man! You were literally just puking. Can't you leave early?" Thanos pleaded.
He has a point. And this dude doesn't really care about his job anyway. Not that Thanos knows that, but it definitely helps his case.
Bitch Guy agreed, and motioned for Thanos to follow him.
"So what's your name, bro? I'm Thanos, the legend." Thanos beamed.
The guy ignored his lame introduction and muttered, "Namgyu."
Thanos raised his eyebrows. "Namsu, is that it?"
Namgyu sighed. "No it's- ugh, never mind." He didn't feel like continuing that pointless conversation.
"I've gotta tell my boss that I'm leaving. Wait in the bathroom so you don't fall on your ass," Namgyu instructed. Thanos nodded and made a U-turn back into the bathroom.
10 minutes later, Namgyu met back up with Thanos. He sighed, and put an arm around Thanos so that Thanos wouldn't fall.
Objectively, of course, Thanos is hot. He has nice eyes and an alluring smile. And he's tall, and charismatic, and he probably has nice abs and- woah, woah, woah. Namgyu's getting off track.
Ignoring his previous thoughts, Namgyu unlocked his car and led Thanos towards it. In this moment, Thanos didn't seem the think, "Oh shit, what about my car?" No, he just got in the passenger seat and leaned his head against the window.
Namgyu got in, and the engine sputtered. God, not right now. To distract Thanos from this inconvenient situation, he started a random conversation.
"You called yourself "The Legend" earlier. Are you famous or something?" The minute the word "famous" left Namgyu's mouth, he cringed. This guy, really? He probably can't even tie his own shoes.
"You bet I am." Thanos confirmed, a smug smile on his face.
Namgyu's eyes widened. "For real?" He was shocked, to say the very least. But maybe also excited.
"Mhm, I make music." Thanos arrogantly spoke.
Namgyu raised his eyebrows for a split second before replying "Cool" nonchalantly, as if he wasn't crapping his pants.
This could defninitely earn him some respect if his coworkers knew he was friends with a famous musician.
Maybe "friends" is a stretch, but no one else needs to know that. Not like Thanos is gonna hear Namgyu telling people.
"Here, put the directions to your house in my phone." Namgyu suggested, still attempting to start his car. Finally, the engine started up and Namgyu let out a sigh of relief for two reasons.
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The obvious, his car started.
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Thanos didn't seem to notice or care.
Speaking of which, he was handing Namgyu's phone back with a careless expression on his face. Namgyu gave a small, insincere smile and grabbed his phone. Thanos looked at him and slightly furrowed his eyebrows.
"You're really pretty, man." Thanos said casually, his voice quiet. Namgyu paused almost entirely, but fortunately managed to keep his grip on the steering wheel.
"Uhm, thanks." The words came out harsh, so Namgyu cleared his throat and repeated them.
Thanos was already back to doomscrolling by then, so he didn't even reply. Douchebag, Namgyu thought.
The rest of the drive was awkward for Namgyu, and yes, in a bad way. But of course, stupid Thanos wasn't bothered. He was pleasantly buzzed from both the alcohol and the ecstasy.
Maybe that's what made him say it. But drugged up or not, Namgyu is gorgeous. But then there's Mina. And Thanos doesn't even know this guy. And again, he has his girlfriend Mina, who's also gorgeous. Not like they have a shitty relationship or anything.
"Here's your house." Namgyu said abruptly, almost like the words were pushed out. Thanos didn't show any sign indicating he was gonna leave. And don't think Namgyu is annoyed because he's flustered, that's only 30% of the reason. He really just wants this drunk idiot out of his car.
Namgyu wasn't going to be mean to Thanos, though. He still kept in mind that he's famous, and super duper hot. Scratch that last part. Anyway, he really needed him out of his car, because he's looking forward to his uncomfortable, rock-hard, and miraculously comforting mattress.
"Hello? This is your house. Leave." Namgyu snapped. Thanos looked up at him, seemingly bemused.
"Oh, yeah. Thanks!" Thanos flashed a smile and left before Namgyu could reply. Namgyu sighed heavily before struggling to start his car again.
Thanos swung his door open, kicking his shoes off and snapping his fingers. He was in a great mood.
Keyword, was, because the second he walked into his bedroom, guess who was on his bed.
Mina.
His smile immediately dropped, and his once bouncing legs seemed weak. He can blame the alcohol and the disappointment for that. Thanos tried to recover from his obvious dismay, but Mina noticed.
"Displeased to see me?" She sneered, twisting one of her braids around her finger.
Thanos sighed. "Of course not, babe. Just tired," he assured, giving what he thought was a convincing smile.
"Yeah, I bet it's tiring being a lying piece of shit," Mina hissed, her voice raising when she accused Thanos of being a piece of shit.
"What? Mina, baby, what are you saying?" Thanos questioned, acting like she had no reason to think that. He did flirt with other girls all the time, but he didn't mean it!
"I saw you get out of some bob-haired bitches car, you nasty cheater!" Mina screamed. How the hell did she even see that?
"That's not a girl. That's my friend, Namsu. And he has a girlfriend." Thanos encouraged. The whole thing was a lie. He and Namgyu aren't friends, and he has no idea what the deal is with Namgyu's love life.
However, he has been a shitty boyfriend to Mina, so he really needs her to know that he cares. Well, at least think he does, because the relationship is slipping between his fingers and he's not necessarily trying to grasp it.
But he needs Mina. Unfortunately, she knows him better than anyone on the planet. Well, knows, but she doesn't understand Thanos.
Sadly, someone knowing Thanos well is probably the closest he's ever gonna get. He's a bit, as his mom and most of his highschool teachers would say, eccentric and emotional.
And his dad always got on him for the emotional part. He held Thanos to a very high standard, so he needed him to be a "real man."
Mina's shrill voice drove him straight off memory lane. She continued to reprimand him for being a cheating scumbag, a manwhore, a son of bitch, and literally every other insult you can think of.
"Mina, I'm really not cheating, I swear. I love you," Thanos said with no real emotion, but that wasn't detectable by his tone. He smiled softly and walked towards Mina, who was now standing. However, she wasn't having it.
"If that was really your friend, then prove it," she demanded, pushing past him and scoffing. Prove it? How's he supposed to prove that it was his friend, and not some random girl.
He doesn't have a picture of Namgyu, Namgyu's number, or anything that would prove who it was.
Wait. He does know where Namgyu works. He'll just have to go back to the club tomorrow and ask him. No big deal.
Except the fact that he barely knows Namgyu, and they met once under certain circumstances. But if there's one thing Thanos lives by, it's the saying "if there's a will, there's a way."
Thanos sighed dramatically and fell forward onto his bed, not making an effort to adjust or anything. He wasn't lying when he said he was tired.
Sleep didn't come easy, though. He tossed and turned, flipped pillows, removed blankets, put more blankets on. Literally everything besides sleep.
Finally, at like, five in the morning, Thanos drifted off.
The next morning, he woke up with a pounding migraine, which seemed to be a common theme lately. Thanos trudged out of his room, and was ecstatic upon discovering that Mina didn't stick around.
Oh yeah, Mina. He still has to somehow convince Namgyu to prove that he's Thanos' friend. So Thanos knows where he'll find himself tonight. The club. Oh, and his car is there.
Right, his car. He'll have to convince Semi to take him to get it. A lot of convincing Thanos has to do. It's only around 1:15 pm, so he's got like 7 or 8 hours before he has to see anybody.
In his free time, Thanos is gonna play some Mario Kart, brainstorm some song lyrics, write in a journal like his therapist from 10 years ago recommended, and then he's gonna stare at a wall.
Just to be completely honest, the only part of that whole list that's gonna happen is the wall staring session. And maybe the Mario Kart if Thanos doesn't fall asleep.
Which, after walking in circles around his house for an hour, Thanos did in fact fall asleep. Only for another hour or so, so by then it was 3:36 PM. Perfect time to bother poor Semi.
He grabbed his phone and opened his messages app.
Señorita Semi🫰
Thanos: hey, do u mind to take me to get my car later? I left it at pentagon again.
Señorita Semi🫰 is typing…
Señorita Semi🫰: again, really? U suck.
Thanos: sorry girl, but I really need my car. pleaseee 🙏🙏
Semi sent back a thumbs up, but it spoke volumes. Her tone was almost tangible. Thanos grinned before sitting on the edge of his bed. He'll get up one of these years.
After what might as well have been a millennium, Thanos left his room and went in to his bathroom. He was still in last nights clothes, but the difference is his hair's all screwed up now, and his cologne is fainter.
He was finished messing with his hair and brushing his teeth at around 3:50, so now he has to change, and then he's gonna surprise Semi by showing up to her house randomly.
Who doesn't love their annoying friend randomly showing up at their house with no warning? Hopefully Semi loves it, because Thanos will be on his merry way.
He picked out a purple t-shirt with some black graphic design on it. He paired the shirt with some grey sweatpants, but they might as well be yellow considering the amount of Mango Loco Monster Energy stains they have on them.
To put the cherry on the cake, Thanos chose some stupid fuzzy slippers he had to complete this Vogue-worthy outfit. Five stars, truly.
Oh, crap. Thanos just remembered that he doesn't have a car to drive to Semi's. Time to get on another one of his friends' shitlist.
He pulled out his phone, and once again opened his messages app. He clicked on Minsu's contact, which he has as MBM 💯. That stands for "My Boy Minsu." Ridiculous, I know.
MBM 💯
Thanos: hey bro, can u take me to semis? i need to see her.
MBM 💯: sure, be there in 15.
Thanos: ur the man, minsu 😚
As expected, Minsu didn't reply. Thanos didn't care, he just popped a pill and plopped down on his couch.
15 minutes later, Thanos heard a knock on his door. He grinned mischievously and sprung off his couch.
He flung the door open and bounced on his feet. Minsu's already done with Thanos, but he can't do anything about it. Before Minsu could say a single word, he was already being wrapped up in Thanos' arms.
"You're the best, my boy!" Thanos exclaimed, squeezing Minsu tighter. Minsu said nothing, he just exhaled through his nose, or attempted to. His airways a kinda blocked.
When Thanos graciously released Minsu, Minsu let out a gasp. And not for dramatic effect, he genuinely couldn't breathe whatsoever.
Thanos skipped to Minsu's car, ignoring the fact that he almost murdered the poor dude. When got in the car, which obviously doesn't belong to him, he immediately hooked his phone up to aux. Most people's grandparents would call that disrespectful.
Minsu got in shortly after, and was immediately met with Thanos' complaints.
"Bro, I think your aux is broken. I'm playing a song but I can't hear it," Thanos whined, looking nervous as if this is some life-changing problem.
Minsu rubbed his face and sighed. "The car's not on, Thanos. And your volume is all the way down," he explained, trying not to make it clear what an idiot he thinks Thanos is.
Thanos nodded to say, "got it," and turned the volume on his phone up. He then impatiently waited for Minsu to start the car. The second Minsu did so, his ears were assaulted with some god-awful rap. The poor dude's getting nerfed all around.
The drive to Semi's was miserable. Every few minutes, Thanos paused the music to share some random fact about sharks. Minsu needed a distraction, so he started up some conversation.
"So, how have you been lately?" Minsu asked, gripping the steering wheel tightly. He's a cautious driver.
Thanos didn't want to tell him the truth —he's drowning himself in music and substances— so he flashed a big smile.
"Never better! I've been working on so many new songs," Liar, "and me and Mina are doing great!" Also a huge lie. So big that not even Minsu pretended to believe it.
"Really, Thanos? You expect me to believe that? I'm not that gullible," Minsu asked with faux sadness, shaking his head slightly.
Thanos shrugged. "I was kinda hoping you were," he admitted, giving Minsu a smile to say, "sorry man."
Thanos didn't bother asking Minsu how he's been lately, which he probably should've considering he basically just called Minsu naive. Thanos just doesn't like small talk.
After 10 long minutes, Thanos and Minsu arrived at Semi's at 4:27 PM.
"Bye, Thanos!" Minsu said with a smile, but he was really only happy that Thanos was leaving. Don't get me wrong, Minsu loves Thanos, but he also strongly dislikes him sometimes.
Thanos waved dramatically and skipped up to Semi's front door. Some people just never grow up.
He knocked on the door in a pattern that would only be made by him, so Semi instantly recognized it. She mumbled something to herself and begrudgingly went to answer it.
She knew who it was gonna be, so she didn't put in any effort to act surprised.
"Thanos," Semi addressed him monotonously.
Thanos frowned. "You don't seem surprised or excited."
"I'm not," Semi replied bluntly. "Plus, how could I be surprised? Nobody else I know is knocking to the beat of some random rap song."
Thanos couldn't maintain a frown. He's easily amused and Semi's funny. He flashed a big smile before sliding past her and flopping onto her couch like he paid for it.
She closed the door and sat down next to him. She cleared her throat before asking, "Why are you here? The club doesn't even open for like, 4 hours. Go home, be productive, apologize to your girlfriend," she suggested.
Thanos turned his head sharply. "How'd you even know we're arguing?"
"You're always arguing," Semi addressed, slightly raising an eyebrow at Thanos.
He just rolled his eyes, but there was no real bite behind it. "Anyways, met this super cute guy at Pentagon. He's like, mysterious and shit. I like him." Thanos went on, hitting his vape immediately after finishing his sentence. Semi looked at him disappointedly.
"You have a whole entire girlfriend, Thanos. Get it together," she scolded, but Thanos waved her off. Go figure. He never listens until something bad happens, and then he's all like, “I’m sorry, Semi! Really, I should've listened to you!" And Semi's always thinking, "No shit, Sherlock," as is everyone else that's heard this speech a million times.
She turned some movie on to pass the time, and Thanos snatched a blanket off of Semi. She looked at him with irritation.
"Really, fat ass? Get your own," Semi insulted, snatching the blanket back. Thanos dramatically frowned, but doing that only ever worked on his mom when Thanos was in like, 5th grade.
At around five, Semi and Thanos fell asleep on the couch, and Thanos can only hope that he won't accidentally sleep through the whole night.