I love the stuff you write on namgyu! I was wondering if you could write something like a jealous namgyu x reader? Maybe reader has something going on with one of the players and namgyu finds himself cursing at it daily, he finds reader and whatever player kissing at night and he decides to do something about it? I'm sorry if that doesn't make sense. English is not my first language. :( đ
a/n ââ ugh i'm not too happy with how this one turned out... anyway thank u sm for requesting and being patient, i hope u really like it! as for everyone that has requested and hasn't seen me post it yet, TRUST i will, i'm just extremely busy, so it'll take some time :)
ALLIES AND ENEMIES
warnings ââ jealousy? dae-ho and reader are exs
"you okay?" you asked dae-ho, your gaze lingering on the small bloodstain on his shirt.
"uh⌠yeah," he let out a breath, running a hand through his hair. "nothing a marine can't handle." he smiled, his tone light, though the smile didn't quite hold. it was an awkward kind of conversation, after all.
"that's good," you replied curtly, still smiling. "well, uh..." you trailed off.
"do you wanna stay and eat with us?" he interrupted, glancing toward the group he'd played the pentathlon with. "young-il's a bit grumpy, but he's nice enough whenâ"
"thanks, but no." you shook your head, already thinking about your own grumpy team, who were probably watching from across the room. dae-ho's gaze flickered for a second. "i think it's better if we keep our distance."
he nodded slightly. you'd talked about this before, and you were right. these were life-or-death gamesâyou werenât about to team up with your ex. if what they said was true and only one person could make it out in the end, maybe the best you could hope for was that the other got taken out before either of you had to watch. as cynical as it sounded.
"okay⌠take care," he said, still a little unconvinced but knowing it was the best option.
"yeah," you muttered, turning to walk over to thanos, se-mi, min-su, gyeong-su, and nam-gyu on the other side of the room.
you werenât sure what was weirderâplaying childrenâs games to survive or running into your ex here. you and dae-ho had dated a long time ago, back when you were in high school and could still afford to dream.
now, you couldn't afford anything, really. thatâs why you were here.
you and dae-ho had ended on good termsâhigh school ended, he enlisted in the marines, you went on with your life, which clearly hadnât ended well for either of you. youâd almost not recognized the scrawny boy you left behind when you ran into him at the games. but even though you didnât love him anymoreâif you ever had, you were seventeenâyou still cared. a lot.
he was a good person. so youâd resolved to check in on him when you could. and keep your distance. just in case.
"hey," you said as you reached your group, plopping down on one of the stairs where they were eating.
"heyyy," thanos said in a sing-song voice, wiggling his eyebrows. you frowned.
"what?" you asked, though you had a pretty good idea.
"oh, nothing, nothing." thanos smirked, glancing at min-su. "right, min-su?"
min-su shook his head frantically, eager to go along with whatever thanos was up to. thanos dapped him up while you rolled your eyes.
"you know him?" se-mi asked, resting her head on her palm, looking at you without much interest. she pointed toward dae-ho with her chin.
"uh, yeah." you shifted uncomfortably, suddenly aware of all the eyes on you.
"you shouldn't talk to him." nam-gyu spoke up, not even looking at youâjust staring at dae-ho in the distance, his tone flat and dismissive.
"why? he's a friend," you huffed. as far as you were concerned, any ally in this place was a good thing.
nam-gyu just turned his head away further, like talking to you was too much effort.
"i bet he's more than a friend," thanos said, clearly entertained.
you frowned. "well, maybe if you didn't bet so much, you wouldn't be here," you shot back, annoyedâthough you weren't sure if it was because he was right.
gyeong-su scooted closer. "how do you know him?"
"uhm, we dated for a bit..." you started, but nam-gyu cut you off.
"great. that's exactly what we need," he muttered, but loud enough for everyone to hear.
you turned to him sharply. "and what's that supposed to mean?"
he still wouldnât look at you, calmly turning his whole body the other way.
"isn't it better to have allies?" you asked, looking around at the group for back up.
"sure," nam-gyu finally said, standing up and meeting your gaze. "maybe just not ones youâve fucked."
and with that, he walked off toward the bathroomsâor god knows where. you didnât care, as long as he disappeared from your sight.
you were shocked, but not exactly surprised. he'd been like this ever since the games began. sometimes, one could almost believe he cared about youâor something close to it. the way he always kept an eye on you, always stayed close during the games. but that was only sometimes, and it had to be a false impression, because the rest of the time he did nothing but pester you.
especially whenever you talked with dae-ho.
heâd been lucky enough to witness your reunion, and though he hadnât said a word about it until now, it was clear he wasnât amusedâfar from it. every time you checked on dae-ho, or so much as looked at him, nam-gyuâs mood seemed to darken, if that was even possible.
why? you werenât sure. dae-ho had never even spoken to him, yet nam-gyu seemed insistent on keeping him out of sight. you'd understand if dae-ho had tried to sabotage your group during the games, started a fight, anythingâbut he hadnât. not once.
maybe nam-gyu was just too paranoid for his own good. maybe it was the drugs.
but if you thought it was bad, that was just the beginning of it.
it started small. a little comment here and there. a sarcastic remark when you walked back from talking to dae-ho. a passive-aggressive glance when he caught you looking his way. nothing big, nothing worth fighting over.
then, it got worse.
like the way nam-gyu started questioning your every move in the games, as if checking in on dae-ho made you a liability. like the way he made sure you were always next to him when plans were made, like he didnât trust you on your own anymore.
nam-gyu saw things differently than you did. he couldn't afford you getting distracted during a game and getting yourselfâno, the whole groupâkilled. he told himself that was the only reason his blood boiled the way it did. because dae-ho was a threat. and what if you decided to switch teams and go with him? then nam-gyu's team would be too small, and who knew what chances they'd have at survival.
that's what he told himself.
besides, he didnât see what you saw in him. long hair? nam-gyuâs was long too, and he didnât need to wear a fuckass ponytail. and sure, dae-ho was a marine, but so what? he had a tattoo for itâbig deal. nam-gyu had a tattoo too. maybe not of the marines, but⌠who cared?
he found himself wondering when you had dated. was it recent? had he broken your heart? had you broken his? not that he cared. but at least it was something to think about while lying awake at night.
the first time nam-gyu really thought about killing dae-ho, it wasnât even in a game. he was just watching. just sitting there, chewing a stale piece of bread, listening to you laugh at something dae-ho said. it wasnât even a good laughâthe kind you let slip when something actually got to you. it was just polite. half-hearted. but it was still too much.
nam-gyu didnât get it. it wasnât just that you were too soft about this whole thingâtoo trusting, too willing to think anyone was still a âfriendâ in a place like this. it was that you were soft about him. dae-ho. the ex-boyfriend. the marine. the guy who, for some reason, you still cared about.
it was annoying. distracting. unnecessary.
and, if nam-gyu was being completely honest with himselfâwhich he wasnâtâit made him feel something dangerously close to jealousy.
not that he cared who you talked to. he just didnât want you getting attached to someone who might, at best, drag you down or, at worst, be the reason you didnât make it out. that was all. thatâs what he told himself as he sat on the floor, arms resting on his knees, watching you with narrowed eyes.
you werenât paying attention to him. of course not. you were still sitting with dae-ho, still talking like it was a normal conversation and not a literal countdown to one of you getting eliminated.
and nam-gyu hated that he noticed how easy you looked with him. like being around him still made you comfortable. safe.
you didnât act like that around nam-gyu.
you acted like he was a headache. like he was some problem you had to deal with. a nuisance, at best. and sure, he was an asshole, and he knew it, but that wasnât the point. the point was you didnât look at him the way you looked at dae-ho.
and for some goddamn reason, that pissed him off.
but what pissed him off even moreâif that was even possibleâwas when dae-ho voted X. he voted to leave the games. what did he think, that he could just walk out the easy way, money in his hand and a pretty girl under his arm?
not prettyâaverage. or whatever. it didnât matter. anyway, even though half the players had voted to go, nam-gyu didnât particularly care for any of them. except one.
âyouâre fucking joking,â he snapped, turning to you as the screen flashed blue, adding yet another X vote.
you frowned. âwhat?â
he looked at you like it was your fault. âyour fucking boyfriend voting to go.â he rolled his eyes, tone dry and cutting. âhas he convinced you too? you gonna betray us?â he stepped in closer, gaze sharp.
your jaw tensed, fire flashing in your eyes as you took a step forward too. you were getting pretty tired of nam-gyu's antics when it came to dae-ho. âhow can you be such an asshole?â you shot back, voice firm. âi need the money too, idiot. iâm not going anywhere. and heâs not my boyfriend.â
nam-gyu let out a scoff, but there was something too quick about it, something brittle. âwho knows, you spend so much time with him, he may as well have manipulated you.â
you rolled your eyes. âoh, please. not everything is some mind game, nam-gyu. maybe he just doesnât wanna fucking die.â
he let out a bitter laugh, stepping even closer. âyeah? and what, you think i do? none of us wanna die. but some of us donât get the luxury of walking out.â
âi never said i was leaving.â your eyes bore into his. âyouâre putting words in my mouth just so you can be mad.â
he scoffed, shaking his head. âyeah? you sure about that? âcause you sure looked real cozy with him earlier. whispering, gigglingâwhat, were you planning your great escape together?â
you groaned, rubbing your temples. âoh my god, youâre impossible. i was talking to him because, unlike you, he actually listens instead of just picking fights for no reason.â
his nostrils flared. âfor no reason?â
âyeah! no fucking reason!â you threw your arms up. âi swear, itâs like you want me to be the villain here just so you can feel justified in whatever weird, possessive meltdown youâre having.â
nam-gyuâs jaw clenched. âpossessive? oh, give me a fucking break.â
but he didnât deny it.
you gave him a look. âjust be thankful iâm in a shit load of debt, because if this is your way of convincing me to stay, youâre making me wanna go so i donât have to look at your stupid face.â
his mouth twitched, something sharp and wounded flashing across his face before he masked it with irritation. âwhatever, i donât wanna fucking see your stupid face either.â
he took a step back, eyes lingering on you for just a second too long before he turned sharply, heading toward the beds. his shoulders were stiff, his jaw clenched so tightly it ached.
and on his way, he made sure to bump into dae-ho. softly enough to seem like an accident, but strong enough to hurt. just the way he was.
you scoffed, shaking your head as you turned away from nam-gyu. there was no point in arguing with him when he was like thisâirritated, petty, practically looking for a reason to fight. you werenât going to give him one.
instead, you exhaled through your nose, pressing down the frustration bubbling in your chest. it was late. there was no reason to be wasting energy on this.
soon, the voting was over, and one by one, the others shuffled off to their beds, some mumbling half-hearted goodnights, others just collapsing into their bunks without a word. you did the same, settling in before trying to drift off and rest for the next day.
but you couldn't sleep. after what felt like an eternity, you shifted your eyes across the room. you werenât the only one still awake.
on the other corner, dae-hoâs group looked tense. some were whispering, others just staring at the floor, lost in thought. it made senseâmost of them had voted to leave, and now they had to survive yet another day. it was hard to blame them for being anxious.
dae-ho himself sat a little apart from the others, elbows on his knees, gaze distant. something about the way his shoulders slumped made you frown.
you sighed. even after everything, you still cared. it wasnât something you could just turn off.
so, you got up, padding quietly over to him. the room was mostly dark, save for the dim emergency lights casting a sickly glow over everything. everyone else was asleepâor at least pretending to be. well, everyone except one person.
you could feel nam-gyuâs eyes on you.
you ignored him.
âhey,â you murmured as you sat down beside dae-ho.
he blinked, then turned to you, lips pressing together in a tired smile. âhey.â
âyou alright?â
he let out a quiet chuckle, running a hand through his hair. âas alright as i can be in a place like this.â
you nodded. âyeah.â
a beat of silence stretched between you two. it wasnât uncomfortable, though. it was familiar. dae-ho had always been like thisânever rushing to fill the quiet, never speaking just to speak. it was one of the things youâd liked about him.
"don't you wanna leave too?" he finally asked.
you wanted to say that you did, of course you did. but it wasn't like you had a choice. "i can't." you just said.
he nodded, looking away momentarily.
âi donât regret voting to stay,â you said eventually, voice soft. âbut i do regret that youâre still stuck here.â
you turned your head slightly to look at him. his expression was unreadable, eyes locked on yours in the dim light. you shouldâve looked away. you shouldâve changed the subject, shouldâve stood up, shouldâveâ
his lips were on yours before you could think twice.
it was sudden, unexpected, and for a second, you froze.
it wasnât that it was badâit wasnât. it was familiar, and maybe in some other time, some other place, you wouldâve leaned into it. but not here. not now.
you pulled back, your hands finding his chest and gently pushing him away. âdae-hoââ
âsorry.â he barely let you finish before he was shaking his head, rubbing the back of his neck. âthat wasâsorry. i wasnât thinking.â
you swallowed, nodding. âitâs fine. just⌠not right now.â
he exhaled, giving you a half-smile that didnât quite reach his eyes. âyeah. i get it.â
from the other side of the room, you heard a sharp scoff.
you turned just in time to see nam-gyu standing up. his face was unreadable, but his movements were stiff, tense. he didnât say anything as he walked straight toward you, but you could feel the weight of his stare.
before you could react, he grabbed your wrist, pulling you up to your feet.
âwhat the hell?â you yanked your arm back, glaring at him.
âyou're going to bed.â his voice was low, quiet, but firm. he didnât look at dae-ho. not once.
you scowled, glancing back at dae-ho, who just sat there, jaw clenched. the tension between them was thick, suffocating. the last thing you wanted was for it to escalate.
so, you let nam-gyu pull you away.
his grip loosened once you were far enough from the others, but you could still feel the heat of his hand against your skin as you walked beside him. the flickering emergency lights cast dim shadows on the floor, stretching between you, neither of you speaking as you passed row after row of beds.
the second you reached yours, you yanked your wrist from his grip and crossed your arms. âyou always do this.â
he didnât stop walking until he was at his own bedâright next to yours. he sat down heavily on the edge, elbows resting on his knees, but his eyes never left you.
âdo what?â he asked, like he was uninterested in whatever you had to say.
âact likeââ you huffed, shaking your head. âlike some guard dog whenever dae-hoâs around. itâs weird, nam-gyu. itâs fucking weird.â
his eyes flashed, something sharp behind them. âoh, iâm sorry. didnât realize i was interrupting something important.â
âyou werenât.â you frowned, glancing over your shoulder. âi justââ
âjust what?â nam-gyuâs voice was low, tight. the sharp cut of it sent something cold down your spine, though you refused to let it show. âjust needed one last moment with your boyfriend before he gets himself killed?â
your hands clenched at your sides, frustration burning in your stomach as you turned back to him. he sat there, his knee almost brushing against yours, the dim light catching on the tension in his jaw, the way his fingers twitched like he wanted to reach for something, hold something, break something.
you exhaled sharply through your nose, fingers curling into your sleeves as you turned back to him. âyouâre fucking insufferable.â
he scoffed, crossing his arms like that somehow made him look less defensive. âand youâre naive. you think he wouldnât throw you under the bus the second it benefits him?â
âheâs not like that.â
âoh, please.â nam-gyu rolled his eyes. âyouâre smarter than this.â
your jaw tensed. âyou donât know him.â
âand you do?â he tilted his head, tone mocking. âbecause from where iâm standing, it looks like he already walked away once.â
the words hit harder than you wanted them to. you felt your stomach twist, your throat tightening around something bitter. it wasnât like you hadnât thought about it beforeâhow things ended, how fast they fell apart. but it wasnât the same. it wasnâtâ
âfuck you.â your voice was quieter now. âyou donât get to do that. you donât get to act like you give a shit.â
nam-gyuâs expression flickered, for just a second, before that familiar frown slid back into place, sharp and infuriating. âyou think i give a shit?â he shook his head. âtrust me, i donât lose sleep over your little romance novel.â
your stomach burned with frustration, your nails pressed half-moons into your skin as you leaned forward, close enough that the space between you barely existed anymore. his gaze held steady, unreadable, but his fingers twitched again, gripping the edge of his blanket like he needed something solid to hold onto. âthen what the fuck is your problem?â
nam-gyu didnât answer. he just stared at you, unblinking, like he was waiting for you to figure it out yourself. and you hated that. hated the way your heart beat too fast in your chest, the way his gaze made your skin too hot, too tight.
âi get that youâre an asshole,â you continued, voice dropping lower, more controlled. âbut you canât actually be such an asshole. you push me away, you pick fights, you act like iâm some liability, but then youâre always fucking there.â your hands clenched at your sides. âso which is it, nam-gyu? do you want me gone, or do you want me close?â
his throat bobbed. he looked at you for a long moment, something unreadable shifting in his expression. and then he exhaled, running a hand through his hair, his posture shifting just slightlyâless rigid, less closed off.
âi donât want you to die.â
it was quiet. almost too quiet, barely above a murmur. but you heard it. and judging by the way he tensed right after, so did he.
you stared at him, heartbeat drumming against your ribs, searching his face for some kind of joke, some kind of smirk, some kind ofâ
but there was nothing. just him. just this.
nam-gyu clicked his tongue, turning his head away like that would somehow erase what just happened. âforget it.â
you didnât move. you just watched him, the way his jaw tightened, the way his hands curled into fists like he was angry at himself. and maybe he was. maybe you were too.
but for once, you didnât feel like fighting him.
so you sighed, shaking your head, before laying back on your bed. the mattress dipped as you layed down, the rough fabric of the blanket cool under your fingers. âyouâre impossible.â
nam-gyu didnât answer. he just exhaled sharply through his nose, like he wanted to say something but thought better of it. instead, he shifted, turning away as he laid down on his bed. the faint rustle of fabric filled the quiet as he pulled his own blanket over him, his back facing you.
but as you settled in, you felt itâjust barely. the subtle creak of his mattress. the shift of his weight as he scooted back, inching just a little closer to yours.
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warnings: namgyu is his own warning, smoking, possessiveness, fluff, smut at the end, choking, control kink, lowkey hand kink, slapping, overstimulation, praise, degrading, blowjob, unprotected sex, aftercare, uhh yeah all that stuff
an: i wrote this in an hour
đă ¤× đđ bf!namgyu who wants to act tough, even though he knows you have him wrapped around your finger. he tries to keep up a cool, unbothered attitude, but the second you tease him or show him affection, he gets all flustered. if you compliment him out of nowhere? heâll scoff, subtly covering up how his ears turn red.
đă ¤× đđ bf!namgyu who gets jealous way too easily. he wonât admit it, but the second someone gets too close to you, heâs wrapping an arm around your shoulders and glaring at them until they get the message.
đă ¤× đđ bf!namgyu who secretly loves it when you âbabyâ him, even though he huffs and complains. âi donât need you to fix my shirt,â he grumbles, but he doesnât move away when you do it.
đă ¤× đđ bf!namgyu who melts the moment you play with his hands. he watches quietly as you trace over his fingers, spinning his rings around (because he definitely has one of those spinny fidget rings).
đă ¤× đđ bf!namgyu who refuses to sleep unless heâs holding you. if you shift away even a little, heâll instinctively pull you right back with a grumbled, âwhere do you think youâre going?â
đă ¤× đđ bf!namgyu who acts like he doesnât care, but is secretly the biggest worrywart. âtext me when you get home,â he says casually, but if you forget, expect a passive-aggressive âdid you die or something?â text.
đă ¤× đđ bf!namgyu who always lets you steal his hoodies, even though he complains about it. âwhy do you even need it? you have your own.â but he never actually takes them back, and if he sees you wearing one, he wonât shut up about how good you look in it.
đă ¤× đđ bf!namgyu who secretly loves it when you mess with his hair. if you randomly start running your fingers through it, heâll roll his eyes but lean into your touch, completely betraying himself.
đă ¤× đđ bf!namgyu who teases you constantly, but the second you fire back, he gets all pouty. âthatâs fucking rude,â he says after spending the last ten minutes roasting you.
đă ¤× đđ bf!namgyu who gets distracted whenever you talk because heâs too busy staring at you. when you call him out on it, he just shrugs. âyouâre cute when you talk, thatâs all.â
đă ¤× đđ bf!namgyu who is actually really sentimental. he keeps little things youâve given him. notes, random trinkets, even a receipt from a place you went together. he wonât tell you, but if you ever find them, heâll get all embarrassed.
đă ¤× đđ bf!namgyu who acts like heâs fine when heâs upset, but the way he clings to you says otherwise. he wonât say anything, just bury his face in your shoulder and hold onto you a little tighter than usual.
đă ¤× đđ bf!namgyu who never says âi love youâ first, but always finds ways to show it. pulling you closer when you least expect it, keeping a hand on your knee when youâre sitting together, or letting you take the last bite of his food (even if he really wanted that last bite).
đă ¤× đđ bf!namgyu whose hands are always freezing. without warning, heâll press them against your neck or slip them under your shirt just to hear you yelp. but if you try to warm them up by holding them, he gets all quiet and lets you, secretly loving the attention.
đă ¤× đđ bf!namgyu who likes to act like heâs too cool for couple stuff, but secretly loves it. heâll roll his eyes if you suggest matching outfits, but later, youâll notice heâs wearing the same color as you without being asked.
đă ¤× đđ bf!namgyu who has the best laugh when heâs high, usually because something random happens, and he just starts giggling uncontrollably.
đă ¤× đđ bf!namgyu who always acts like heâs not paying attention, but notices everything about you. the way you scrunch your nose when youâre thinking, the way you tap your fingers when youâre bored, he picks up on all of it.
đă ¤× đđ bf!namgyu who acts all grumpy when you wake him up, but if you stop talking to let him go back to sleep, he mumbles, âkeep talking⌠i like your voice.â
đă ¤× đđ bf!namgyu who never shuts up about you when youâre not around. thanos so tired of hearing about it, but he doesnât care. thanos will just be like, âbro, we get it, youâre in love.â and heâll just smirk, âyeah, and?â
nsfw below!! (ËśË áľ ËËś)
đă ¤× đđ bf!namgyu who loves pulling you into his lap. sometimes itâs innocent, but most of the time, his fingers press into your hips just enough to make you squirm on his bulge. he tilts his head, amused. âsomething wrong?â
đă ¤× đđ bf!namgyu who loves to toy with you, whispering things like, âyou have no idea how much i wanna fuck you right now. all i can think about is getting you alone, but youâre making me wait.â his lips brush against your earlobe, lingering just a second longer before pulling away.
đă ¤× đđ bf!namgyu whoâs fully aware of the effect he has on you. when you try to act innocent, he whispers teasingly, âdonât try to act like you donât want this as much as i do.â
đă ¤× đđ bf!namgyu who loves messing with your patience. when heâs teasing you in public, heâs not afraid to keep it going, fingers brushing against your neck, his thumb pressing softly over your pulse point, making you want to squirm, but he wonât let you. âyou canât touch me yet,â he says in a low voice, but he can see how badly you want to.
đă ¤× đđ bf!namgyu who gets real handsy when youâre both alone. one moment, heâs playing it cool, and the next, heâs pulling you into a deep, desperate kiss, hands gripping your waist tightly, pressing you flush against him. âdid you miss me that much?â he teases, even though itâs clear heâs just as hungry for you.
đă ¤× đđ bf!namgyu who loves to make you beg for him, but in his own way. heâll be so smooth, so casual about it, but when he sees you getting desperate, his smirk widens. ânot yet, sweetheart. you need to earn it.â
đă ¤× đđ bf!namgyu who loves watching you fall apart beneath him. whether itâs just his words or his hands, he knows how to make you unravel completely, to the point where you forget everything but him. âlook at me,â he groans, as his lips hover over yours. âdonât fucking look away.â
đă ¤× đđ bf!namgyu whoâs got a kink for control. heâll put you in a position where you canât escape, whether itâs pinning you down on the bed or holding your hands behind your back, he wants to be the one to make you squirm. âyou donât get to decide tonight,â he murmurs, his voice low and filled with authority. âiâm going to do what i want with you.â
đă ¤× đđ bf!namgyu who knows exactly how to rile you up by whispering dirty little things in your ear while his hands roam under the warmth of your clothes, making you ache for his touch even more.
đă ¤× đđ bf!namgyu who gets a thrill out of slowly undressing you, his cold hands brushing over your body, making you ache for more while he watches the way you shiver under his touch, not allowing you to rush a single moment.
đă ¤× đđ bf!namgyu who lives for the power he has over you. when he makes you beg for more, when he sees the look in your eyes that says you're completely lost in him, thereâs nothing hotter. âsay it,â he demands, his voice rough and low. âsay what you want.â
đă ¤× đđ bf!namgyu who canât get enough of how you tremble when his cold fingers slide under the waistband of your pants, letting them hover just before touching your skin, feeling your anticipation rise with each passing second.
đă ¤× đđ bf!namgyu who pushes you to your knees, taking control of the situation as his hands grip your hair, forcing you to take all of him as he fucks your mouth, groaning with pleasure as you give him exactly what he wants.
đă ¤× đđ bf!namgyu who loves to trap you under him, using his hands to pin your wrists above your head while he kisses his way down your neck, his lips rough against your skin, but his body heating you from the inside out.
đă ¤× đđ bf!namgyu who canât resist the sound of your moans. heâll slow down just to make them louder, smirking when your grip tightens on his shoulder, your breathing shallow. âi love hearing you like this,â he says, his lips brushing against your skin. âdonât hold back for me.â
đă ¤× đđ bf!namgyu who presses you into the sheets, holding you in place as he moves over you, making sure you feel every inch of him against your skin, loving how you beg for him with every breath you take.
đă ¤× đđ bf!namgyu whoâll slap your thigh, forcing you to gasp as he grins at the reaction, loving how he can make you lose control under him.
đă ¤× đđ bf!namgyu who loves making you beg for him, his fingers digging into your skin as he moves against you, his touch demanding and possessive, making sure you know whoâs in charge while heâs lost in the raw intensity between you two.
đă ¤× đđ bf!namgyu who pulls your hair to tilt your head back, his cold fingers digging into your neck while he kisses down your jaw, marking you with his rough, needy touch, as if reminding you that youâre his in every way.
đă ¤× đđ bf!namgyu who slams into you, his hands gripping your hips tightly, pushing you into the mattress with each thrust as he watches you unravel beneath him, your moans spurring him on until youâre both completely lost in the passion.
đă ¤× đđ bf!namgyu who grips your hips tightly, his voice a growl, âyou like this, donât you? being fucked like youâre nothing. youâre mine to use however i want.â he slams into you again, making sure every word stings with possessiveness.
đă ¤× đđ bf!namgyu who enjoys hearing you scream his name, his cold touch trailing down your spine as he makes you shiver with each movement, knowing exactly how rough to be to make you ache for more, all while keeping you at the edge of your pleasure.
đă ¤× đđ bf!namgyu who pulls you close, âsay it, fuck, tell me you want me.â his thrusts become relentless, his voice dripping with hunger, âi need to hear you beg for me.â
đă ¤× đđ bf!namgyu who pulls you into his lap, hands wrapping around your neck as he forces you to ride him, his grip tightening as he controls every movement, making sure youâre completely at his mercy while he watches you fall apart.
đă ¤× đđ bf!namgyu whoâs not satisfied until heâs made you cum at least twice before heâs done, making sure every thrust hits deep as he relentlessly fucks you, knowing exactly how to get you to the edge. âyouâre going to take it all, arenât you? iâll fill you up, make you mine completely.â his voice is rough, each word a command, âdonât even think about running. youâll stay with me until youâve given me everything I want.â
đă ¤× đđ bf!namgyu who grits his teeth and looks up at you as heâs about to cum, his hands gripping your throat just enough to make you dizzy, before he fucking loses it, cumming so deep inside you that you both feel every intense wave of it.
đă ¤× đđ bf!namgyu who doesnât let you stop, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room as he makes sure youâre shaking with pleasure, not stopping until he feels you come undone.
đă ¤× đđ bf!namgyu who, after heâs finished, pulls you into his arms, his cold hands caressing your skin gently, brushing your hair out of your face as he presses a soft kiss to your forehead, whispering, âyou did so well for me⌠just rest now.â
đă ¤× đđ bf!namgyu who lights up a joint, exhaling a cloud of smoke before leaning back, pulling you into his chest. âjust relax with me.â
đă ¤× đđ bf!namgyu who, after youâve both come down from the high, gives you the blunt, watching you take a drag as he smiles softly. âi love seeing you like this⌠at peace. let me take care of you.â
đă ¤× đđ bf!namgyu who pulls you into a slow, lazy kiss, holding the blunt lazily between his fingers, the smoke mixing with your breath.
đă ¤× đđ bf!namgyu whoâs already high, his body feeling relaxed as he pulls you onto his lap, lazily stroking your back, tracing over the curves of your body.
đă ¤× đđ bf!namgyu who makes sure youâre hydrated, giving you water and taking the time to sip it with you, making sure youâre feeling good after everything, âiâm so proud of you.â his voice is gentle as he takes care of you in the most thoughtful way.
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HUH???? MY ONLY BOUNDARY IS IF YOU DO, SHARE IT WITH ME ASAP!!!!! as long as it isnât straight up plagiarizing my works, i actually would feel soooo honored if anybody made art from my stuff, itâd be a dream come trueđŤđŤ ty for ur question!!!!
Hii! I wanted to request a Nam-gyu x reader smut story where it's Obviously Readers first time at a club despite only being a year or two younger than him. Maybe with the reader being a virgin too? I can't get this idea out my head đ Rest is up to you, thank you so much<3
a/n ââ hope you like it! absolutely loved the idea :)
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warnings ââ SMUT! MDNI, takes place after the games (don't ask me how they got out lmao i just know that they're alive and happy), porn v plot, p in v, unprotected sex, sex under the influence, virginity loss, corruption kink kinda? oral (f receiving)
a month. a month and a half, if nam-gyu was being precise. but whoâs counting?
it had been a month and a half since theyâd gotten out of those fucking games. a month and a half since heâd started to get to know you better.
and more than a month and a half since nam-gyu had had sex. but whoâs counting?
as shitty as his old life was, he couldnât have been happier to have it back. promoting club pentagon again, getting high every weekend, slipping right back into his little trashy life.
plus, now he had something he didnât have before. you.
heâd met you there, in the games, and heâd been doomed from then on. it was a strange sort of thing, really. nam-gyu was never the type to feel things. at first, he actually thought heâd caught the flu. then he figured it was just some kind of ptsd after the gamesâwhich, to be fair, he definitely had, but that was a whole other thing. but no, the tingling in his fingertips whenever he touched you, the stupid flip his stomach did when you talked... that wasnât a mental disorder, no matter how much he tried to convince himself it was.
heâd never felt that way about a girl before. almost... caring. maybe it was more than caring, but heâd never admit it. anyway, you and him were in some kind of limbo. you werenât something, but you werenât nothing either. you hung out multiple times a week, texted semi-regularly, and had messy make-out sessions more times than he could countâbut less than he wouldâve liked. never more than making out, though. and yeah, that thought crossed his mind sometimes. he wasnât an expert on these things, but heâd taken girls to bed for much less.
you always seemed to stop things right before they got too intense, and heâd be lying if he said it didnât bother him. having to beat his meat every time after hanging out with you wasnât exactly fun. but somehow, you seemed worth it. so he, the most impatient man in the world, had decided to be patient. for once.
anyway, even though he knew you werenât really used to clubs, he figured heâd invite you to club pentagon. he wanted you to have a fun time, see where he worked, see how his life was before the games. he wanted you to let loose a little.
"thanos will be there, it'll be fun," heâd said, and it hadnât taken much to convince you.
so there you were, the cold biting at your legs in your short skirt, gripping your purse tight as you eyed the long line of people waiting to get in. then, skipping itâfeeling very glamorous all of a sudden.
"i'm, uh, friends with nam-gyu," you said, the words coming out almost like a question as the bouncer looked you up and down. you gave your name, and after a moment, he finally spotted you on the list, letting you in without much fuss.
as you stepped into the club, you were almost left in awe. you'd never really liked clubsânot really. when all your friends started partying, you gave it a shot before deciding you preferred a more chill vibe. getting drunk with friends, sharing a blunt, that sort of thing. but then again, the shitty clubs your friends dragged you to in your teenage years couldnât compare to club pentagon.
several stories high, you could barely make out the ceiling. lights of different hues illuminated the space, smoke spilling from canisters, the bass-heavy music pulsing from a dj booth stationed at the center of the main floor. to say it was packed was an understatement, and you didnât wonder why. the place was incredible.
you looked around, suddenly awkward. what now? what were you supposed to do? where were you supposed to go? howâ
"nam-gyu!" you called out, spotting him weaving through the crowd toward you. he glanced up at you, nodding in greeting. kept it cool. he always kept it cool.
nam-gyu wasnât expecting you to look this good. which, in hindsight, was a mistake.
your hands found their place on his shoulders before you even thought about it, familiar but not entirely effortless. still getting used to this. to him. to the way he let you in but only just enough.
"you came." he smirked slightly. his hand found your waist without thinking, the fabric of your shirt soft beneath his fingers. he barely had time to process it before you leaned in, pressing a quick kiss to his lips. barely there. almost shy.
you werenât used to that either. you pulled away just as quickly, catching the way nam-gyuâs dark eyes flickered over you before he schooled his expression into something more detached. not detached enough, though. the way his thumb ghosted over your side told another story. he was playing it cool. always.
"this place is super cool," you said, spinning slightly to take it all in.
the music pulsed, deep and low, the bass rattling the floor beneath you. the air smelled like expensive liquor and cheap cologne, bodies pressing close under flashing lights.
nam-gyu scoffed, pleased despite himself. "yeah?" he chuckled, tilting his head at you, his expression settling into something smug. "c'mon, iâll show you the vip section."
and of course, you let him.
he led you through the club, already losing track of its winding paths, but nam-gyu moved like he owned the place. and he liked itâyou could see he liked it. guiding you like he held any real power, his hand still pressed firmly to your lower waist as he did so. he liked being the one guiding you, showing you his world like it meant something. like he meant something here. and maybe he did. maybe you saw it too.
"look who it is!"
the voice cut through the air just before you reached the top of the short staircase. thanos. loud as ever, his grin splitting his face as he all but threw himself up from the couch. the two girls draped over him barely had time to react before he pulled away, arms open wide as he closed the distance between you.
you barely had time to brace yourself before he engulfed you in a hug, laughter rumbling from his chest. the scent of cologne and alcohol clung to him, heavy and overfamiliar, like he had been here for hours.
"damn, lookin' good!" he said as he pulled away, giving you a quick once-overâno real interest behind it, but enough to make you giggle.
it really was crazy how being stuck in some life-or-death games could make people this close in such a short time.
"okay, chill." nam-gyu rolled his eyes, but there was a faint smile on his lips, his hand never leaving your waist.
thanos ignored him. "have a seat, seĂąorita." he gestured toward the black leather couch, and you, along with nam-gyu, walked over to sit down. thanos dropped back into his seat, slinging his arms around the two girls, who seemed more than happy about it.
you ordered a drink as soon as you saw an opening, your nerves slowly starting to settle. though, judging by the weird looks you got for passing on the white powder on the table and the little bags of funky-colored pills, not everyone was on the same page.
there were other people you didnât recognize lounging on the couchesâprobably some of nam-gyuâs friends or co-workers. thanos started rattling off introductions, including the girls, and as the alcohol finally started running through your veins, you felt yourself relaxing, settling into the atmosphere a little more.
you weren't sure how much time had passed, but the warmth of the alcohol was settling into your limbs, making everything feel just a little bit softer. the music vibrated through your chest, the flashing lights casting shifting colors over the VIP lounge, and you were beginning to understand why nam-gyu liked this place so much. it was loud, chaotic, a little grimyâbut undeniably alive.
"you good?" nam-gyu leaned in, voice low against your ear. his breath was warm, his hand sliding from your waist to rest on your thigh, fingers pressing absentminded circles into your skin.
"mhm," you hummed, tilting your head toward him. "itâs actually kinda fun."
"yeah?" he smirked, like he knew he'd be right all along. of course he did. "told you."
his hand squeezed your thigh lightly before retreating, but not before dragging his fingers a little too slow against your skin. you rolled your eyes, but you didn't move away.
"hey, hey!" thanos suddenly called out, raising his arms to make sure everyone was listening. "how about we play a game?"
some people groaned, others laughed. a game?
"what game?" someone asked. thanos smirked, clearly pleased that he had everyone's attention.
"never have i ever," he said, his grin widening as more groans followed.
"aren't we a little too old for that?" you asked, smirking like the idea amused you.
"i'm not." he shrugged. "are you girls?" he leaned back, and both girls shook their heads vigorously.
you turned to nam-gyu, who seemed more interested in watching you than the conversation. your cheeks warmed when you caught him staring.
"wanna play?" you asked. he just shrugged. he wasnât really into these kinds of gamesâhe wasnât into any games, reallyâbut he didnât care enough to argue. whatever passed the time.
eventually, everyone gathered around the table, all eyes on thanos as he ordered a round of the strongest drink he could think of for everyone.
the first few rounds were harmless enough. ânever have i ever gotten a secret tattoo.â ânever have i ever been arrested.â stupid things. you sipped your drink when necessary, laughing at some of the stories that followed, the warmth of the alcohol sinking deeper into your skin. nam-gyu barely participated, only taking a sip when he absolutely had to, but his hand had found its way back to your thigh, his fingers drumming absentmindedly against your skin.
then the questions started shifting.
"never have i ever hooked up in a club," one of thanosâ girls said, grinning like she already knew the answer for most people here. a bunch of hands reached for their drinks, nam-gyu included. you hesitated just a second too long before passing. his eyes flicked toward you, but he didnât say anything.
the next one wasnât any better.
"never have i ever had a one-night stand," some guy threw out. almost everyone drank. except you. you felt it before you even lookedânam-gyu was watching. his fingers stilled against your thigh for half a second before they resumed their lazy tapping, like he was processing something.
it wasnât weird, not really. plenty of people hadnât had one-night stands before. but it was the way you hesitated every time, the way your fingers toyed with the hem of your skirt, the way your throat bobbed as you swallowed.
"never have i ever had sex in a public place," thanos threw in, laughing when half the group groaned.
nam-gyu took a sip. you didnât.
you looked up at nam-gyu, meeting his gaze for just a second too long. you knew what he was thinking. knew he was piecing it together. maybe heâd already suspectedâmaybe he already knewâbut this was confirmation, wasnât it?
"wait," thanos interrupted, a slight crack in his voice from how drunk he was. "you're cheating!" he pointed at you.
"what? i'm not." you frowned, confused as everyone turned to look.
"câmon, your glass is almost full. you haven't been drinking."
he wasnât wrong. sure, youâd taken your fair share of gulps, but considering most people were on their second drinkâsome even on their thirdâit was true.
a flicker of anxiety crept in, the alcohol in your system making you let out a stupid giggle. "i'm not cheating," you shrugged shyly.
"she hasnât been drinking on the sex ones. i've seen it."
your smile vanished completely. one of the girls next to thanos had spoken, but it was nam-gyu you worried about. youâd caught him noticing earlier, but you kind of hoped he wouldnât actually put the pieces together.
hoped he wouldnât realize you were a virgin.
but now, with everyone watching, you were running out of luck.
"yeah, because... because i haven't done some of those things."
it was normal, you told yourself. being a virgin. the right time had never come, and you werenât about to give it up for some scumbag at a club. you knew you shouldnât be ashamed. but this? definitely not something you wanted everyone to know.
"what?" some guy blurted out, brows furrowed. "those were easy. you're telling me you never had a one-night stand?"
you pressed your lips together awkwardly. what did he expect you to say?
meanwhile, nam-gyu hadn't stopped watching you, his handâresting on your legânow completely still.
it was driving you nuts.
but as you looked over at thanos, you knew it was definitely over for you. a slow smile crept onto his previously confused expression as realization dawned. "holy shit, you're a virgin!"
your stomach twisted. a hot wave of embarrassment rushed up your neck, burning under the weight of every pair of eyes on you.
"what? no," you scoffed, trying for casual, but it came out a little too forced, a little too breathless.
thanosâ grin stretched wider. he could smell bullshit from a mile away. "oh, come on," he laughed, leaning forward like he was about to drag this out, like he was about to make it a thing.
panic prickled at the edges of your brain. you needed to get out of here. fast.
your phone. yes. a perfect excuse. you yanked it out of your bag, squinting at the screen like youâd just received the most urgent message of your life. "shit," you muttered. "i gotta go."
you were already pushing up from your seat before anyone could react. nam-gyu's hand slid off your thigh, his fingers barely catching against your skin before falling away completely.
"waitâwhat? already?"
"yeah, sorry," you said quickly, grabbing your coat, your bag, whatever you needed just to make a clean escape. "totally forgot i had something early tomorrow. canât stay."
someone called after you. maybe thanos. maybe one of the girls. you werenât sure. you werenât listening. you were already weaving through the crowd, heart hammering, barely remembering to toss a quick "bye!" over your shoulder before the club swallowed you whole.
still sitting on the couch, nam-gyu's mind was spinning, and he was barely even drunk.
of course you were a virgin.
it all made sense now. the way you looked at him sometimes, the hesitation, the way you could go from teasing to flustered in seconds. the way you pulled back like you werenât sure what would happen if you didnât. and maybe he shouldâve known, maybe it was obvious, but somehow, it still caught him off guard.
he hazily glanced toward where you'd just left, the rest of the crowd still laughing and talking around him.
nam-gyu wasnât the type to walk girls home.
but then again, he also wasnât the type to like girls.
so he did the only thing that made senseâhe downed the rest of his drink, got up without bothering to say goodbye, and pushed his way through the club.
it was late. the streets were dangerous. he didnât want you to die or whatever.
when he finally stepped out, the streets were dark, damp from earlier rain, and the air was sharp against his skin. he scanned the sidewalk, found you a few blocks ahead. you were walking fast, arms tucked close, head slightly down.
he hated this. hated how he cared. hated how natural it felt to push through the lingering crowd, to break into an easy jogâcasual enough to not look stupid, but fast enough to close the distance. he just hoped everyone else was too drunk to remember him, of all people, running after someone.
âhey!â he called out once he was just a few steps behind you.
you turned at the sound of his voice, startled.
he caught the flicker of something on your face before you wiped it awayâtoo fast, too practiced. a tear.
ânam-gyu?â you asked, confusion in your voice. âwhatââ
âiâll walk you home.â he shrugged, casual, like it was no big deal. like it was just something to do. he shoved his hands deep into his pockets as he caught up to you, his face carefully neutral.
you gulped. the last thing you wanted was to be around him right now.
âokay.â you trailed off, unsure of what else to say. how had it come to this? youâd survived hell together, yet suddenly, everything was so awkward. he wondered the same thing as he walked beside you, lighting up a cigarette.
you felt bad. it wasnât like you hadnât thought about it. a million times, actually. nam-gyu seemed so experienced, so mature, and you were just⌠a virgin. all those times youâd stopped things before they got too heated, all those times youâd held yourself back.
you werenât even boyfriend and girlfriend. you didnât want to burden him with the responsibility of taking your virginity. it was stupid, but you knew how men felt about it. they didnât want some little girl who didnât know what she was doing. they didnât want to deal with it.
so ever since the games, ever since you two had started⌠whatever this was, youâd felt like you were leading him on. you knew you couldnât keep it up forever. sooner or later, heâd find out and leave. you just hadnât expected it to be this soon.
after a whole block in silence, he finally spoke.
"so you're a virgin?" nam-gyu blurted out, though he already knew the answer.
it wasnât a judgment, just an observationâdry, matter-of-fact. he took a slow drag from his cigarette, the ember flaring briefly in the dim light before fading into the night air.
you cursed under your breath, shutting your eyes like that might somehow erase the last ten minutes of existence. as if not seeing him would make this less mortifying.
ââŚyeah.â the word barely made it past your lips, your voice low, hesitant.
when you finally risked a glance at him, he wasnât even looking at you. his gaze was fixed on the cracked pavement, the faintest furrow in his brow betraying some kind of thought process.
you sighed, arms crossing tightly over your chest. âi know it sucks. iâm sorry for not telling you, but itâs not exactly something that comes up after almost dying multiple times playing kidsâ games! likeâhey, i know we just survived the most traumatic experience of our lives, but by the way, iâm a fucking virââ
"'s fine."
the words were abrupt, cutting your rambling off before you could spiral any further.
you blinked, arms falling to your sides as you realized youâd been gesturing wildly, like that might somehow defend your own inexperience. meanwhile, nam-gyu just kept walking, cigarette perched between his fingers, deep in thought.
"really? you're fine with it?" you asked.
the truth was, nam-gyu wasnât exactly thrilled.
it wasnât even about you being a virgin, not really. it was the fact that heâd thought about fucking you ever since the games. which was humiliating enough to admit to himself. a man had his needs, after all. but once again, he found himself in the unfortunate position of giving a shit.
he exhaled sharply, rubbing a hand over his jaw.
"âŚyeah." his voice was low, clipped. he wasn't madâjust thinking. weighing his options. where would this leave you?
he hated himself for liking you this much. not being an asshole was unfamiliar territory.
"if you donât wanna have sex, i understand," he added after a beat.
you widened your eyes. "no, no!" you rushed out. "i do wanna have sex."
his brain stalled.
you swallowed, hesitating as he watched you, gaze steady but sharp, like he was trying to read between the lines. you shifted, tucking your hands into your sleeves. "i've just⌠never done it. and i donât know⌠i didnât wanna bother you or⌠anything."
it sounded beyond awkward.
nam-gyu frowned, processing. not because he thought anything bad about itâjust because it never occurred to him. heâd assumed you werenât interested in having sex at all, or that you were waiting for some deep, poetic reason, for someone that wasn't nam-gyu. but now you were here, telling him this, cheeks burning, voice all soft and uncertain.
and now he had to keep his shit together.
"so⌠you want me to, likeâŚ" his dick twitched in his pants, betraying him immediately. no way this was happening.
"i meanâonly if you want toâŚ" your cheeks were burning, you were sure of that now. you felt like a teenager talking to her crush.
if he wanted to? his jaw went slack for a second, a breath slipping out as he stared at you. it was barely a question.
"fuck yeah, i want to," he let out, low and firm, like he needed you to understand.
something shifted then. the air got tighter, the weight of the moment settling between you. you bit your lip, eyes flickering over his face like you were still trying to wrap your head around this. then, slowly, a smile crept onto your lipsâbreathless, nervous, electric.
"okay." you let out a shaky little laugh, grabbing his wrist. your grip was warm, solid, like youâd made up your mind and there was no going back now. "okay, letâs go."
nam-gyu nodded, following your lead, his heart hammering in his chest as he picked up the pace. your apartment wasnât that far.
the apartment was quiet when you stumbled in, breathless, a little drunk, and buzzing with something you didnât quite know how to name. nam-gyu followed, the door clicking shut behind him as he leaned back against it for a second, exhaling like he was trying to steady himself.
the air between you was thick, charged with a long time of yearning. your heartbeat thrummed in your ears as you toed off your shoes, glancing over at him. he was watching you, the way he always didâlike he was already thinking ten steps ahead, figuring out how this was going to play out.
he hadnât touched you yet. he was letting you decide.
so you did.
you took a step closer, then another, until you were right in front of him, your fingers hesitating before curling around the hem of his jacket. his breath hitched, just barely, and that was all the confirmation you needed.
you pushed up onto your toes, closing the space between you. his lips were warm, the taste of smoke lingering faintly as he kissed you back. he let you set the pace, his hands coming to rest lightly on your waist, thumbs brushing against the fabric of your dress.
it wasnât the first time youâd kissed, but something about this was different. more urgent. more deliberate. maybe because, for once, there was no stopping this time.
your fingers tugged at his jacket, slipping it off his shoulders. he let it fall to the floor, his hands finally pressing into you properly, gripping your waist, pulling you closer. a quiet sound slipped from your lips, and you felt the way he stiffened at that, his grip tightening.
âfuck,â he muttered, voice rough. he pulled back just enough to search your face, his dark eyes flicking between yours. âyou sure?â
you nodded, chest rising and falling with each breath. âyeah.â
a muscle in his jaw twitched. his fingers brushed the side of your neck, then curled around it, his thumb ghosting over your pulse. âwe stop if you change your mind.â
you swallowed. âi wonât.â
the look he gave you was unreadableâsomething dark and determinedâbefore he tilted your chin up, kissing you deeper this time, slower, like he wanted to make sure you felt every second of it.
nam-gyu wasnât softâhe wasnât sweet. he wasnât the kind of man to whisper tender nothings or stroke your hair. he didnât coddle. but the way his hands moved told you everything you needed to know.
the drag of his fingers down your spine. the slow, deliberate way his palm flattened against the small of your back, pressing you flush against him. the heat in his touch, like he was holding himself back, forcing himself to move slow, to let you set the pace. it sent a shiver through you, and his grip tightened in response, like he felt it too.
you let out a breath, your fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt, and he exhaled sharply against your lips before pulling back just a fraction, enough to look at you properly. his dark eyes roamed over your face, pupils blown, jaw tight.
"you're nervous." it wasn't a question.
you swallowed. "a little."
his thumb brushed against your waist, almost absentmindedly. "yeah. that makes sense."
you let out a small, breathy laugh, but there was an edge of vulnerability to it. he could see it. you could tell.
he tilted his head, watching you like he was trying to figure something out. then he exhaled slowly, his fingers tracing over your skin with a gentleness that was completely at odds with the sharp, rough way he usually carried himself.
"you know i wonât fuck this up, right?" his voice was low, almost casual, but there was something else beneath it. something steadier.
you hesitated for half a second before nodding. "i know." and you did. maybe that was why you'd never let anyone else touch you like this before. because it wasnât about inexperience, not really. it was about trust.
and god help you, but you trusted nam-gyu.
the realization sent a flush through you, warmth blooming in your stomach as you let your hands slide up his abdomen, tracing the firm lines of chest beneath his shirt. his breath hitched just barely before his fingers flexed against you, like he was restraining himself from just taking.
"you wanna do this?" he asked, one last time, voice rough.
"yeah," you breathed.
his jaw clenched. "then tell me what you want."
you blinked up at him, suddenly hyperaware of the fact that he'd stopped moving, waiting, his hands resting heavy against your hips but not pulling, not pushing.
he was making you say it.
bastard.
you bit your lip, pulse hammering as you tried to work around the knot of tension in your throat. "iâi want you to touch me."
his fingers twitched, his entire body going still for a second. then he let out a breath through his nose, and his grip on your waist tightened.
"yeah?" his voice was just a little lower, a little rougher.
you nodded, heat pooling in your stomach at the way he was looking at you nowâlike he was barely keeping himself in check.
"get on the bed," he said.
your breath caught.
for a moment, you just stared at him, heart hammering, and then, slowly, you walked to your bedroom, him following you close. you backed up toward the bed, your knees hitting the edge as you lowered yourself down.
he followed, standing at the foot of the bed, watching you with that unreadable expressionâhalf lustful, half like he couldnât believe this was real. his hands went to his belt, and your eyes flickered down, pulse spiking at the sound of the leather slipping through the loops.
then, instead of undressing fully, he leaned down, hands bracketing your hips, pressing you back against the mattress.
"you ever let anyone touch you like this?" his voice was rough, like he already knew the answer.
you shook your head, breathless. "no."
a low sound escaped him, something dark, something pleased. his hands slipped under your skirt, palms dragging slow over your thighs as he pushed the fabric up. he took his time, tracing the shape of you, pressing just firmly enough to make you squirm.
"you thought about it, though," he murmured. it wasnât a question. his thumbs brushed the sensitive skin at the tops of your thighs, eyes locked onto yours.
you swallowed hard. "âŚyeah."
his lips twitched, almost a smirk. "yeah? thought about me?"
your face burned. he was being cruel on purpose, making you say it.
"âŚyes."
"fuck," he muttered, like the confirmation did something to him. his hands moved higher, fingers hooking into the band of your underwear, but instead of pulling them down, he let them rest there, teasing.
"howâd you think itâd go?" his voice was lower now, almost a growl. "thought i'd just take you fast, rough? pin you down, fuck the innocence out of you?"
you sucked in a sharp breath, thighs twitching beneath his touch. he huffed a quiet laugh.
"bet you didn't think i'd take my time," he murmured, leaning down, pressing his mouth to the side of your neck. his lips dragged over your pulse, then lower, leaving a slow, open-mouthed kiss against your collarbone. "but i like knowing i'm the first one."
you gasped softly as his hands finally moved, slipping under your top, dragging it up inch by inch until he could pull it over your head. your arms instinctively came up to cover yourself, but he caught your wrists, pushing them aside.
"none of that," he muttered, his gaze dropping to your bare chest. he exhaled sharply, running his thumbs along the curve of your breasts before cupping them fully, testing the weight in his palms.
"fuck, look at you," he muttered, voice low and reverent. "so fucking pretty."
you whimpered as his thumbs brushed over your nipples in slow circles. he watched your face the whole time, reading every tiny reaction, every sharp intake of breath.
"sensitive," he noted, almost to himself. then he leaned down, tongue flicking over one peak before wrapping his lips around it, sucking just enough to make you gasp.
heat coiled low in your stomach as he worked, alternating between each breast, slow and thorough. it was overwhelming, the way he was handling youânot rough, not rushed, just taking his time, learning every inch of you.
one of his hands trailed lower, down your stomach, to the waistband of your panties. he paused, looking up at you, waiting.
you nodded, exhaling shakily. "please."
his smirk deepened. "good girl."
he peeled your panties down your legs, his fingers skimming over your skin like he was savoring the moment. you shivered at the sensation, at the weight of his gaze as he settled between your thighs.
âfuck,â nam-gyu muttered under his breath, like he hadnât been prepared for what he was seeing. his hands splayed against your inner thighs, pressing them further apart, baring you completely to him. he didnât look away, eyes dark and hungry, his tongue running over his bottom lip like he could already taste you.
your body burned under the scrutiny. you werenât used to thisâbeing seen like this, having someone take their time looking. you twitched, about to press your legs together, but his grip tightened.
âuh-uh,â he murmured, almost amused. âyouâre gonna let me look.â
you swallowed hard, breath catching as he leaned in, his nose brushing the soft skin of your inner thigh. his breath was hot, sending a shiver through you as he exhaled, slow and controlled.
he dragged a single finger up the length of your slit, just enough to make you jolt, to make your breath stutter. "you're soaked, girl. you sure you've never done this before?"
heat surged through you at the teasing lilt in his voice, and you let out a shaky breath. "iâfuck, nam-gyuâ"
"yeah?" he smirked, but it wasnât cocky. it was something else, something almost fascinated. like he was enjoying this in a way he hadnât expected.
his fingers traced slow, teasing circles over your clit, barely any pressure, just enough to make you whimper. your hips twitched, and his grip tightened, keeping you pinned.
"relax," he murmured, his voice low, almost gentle. "let me make you feel good."
then he leaned down.
you barely had time to register the shift before his tongue was on you, warm and wet and unbearably slow. your breath caught, your fingers twisting into the sheets as his mouth worked you open, his tongue dragging through your folds, lazy and thorough.
"fuck," he muttered against you, his voice rough. "you taste so fucking sweet."
the way he said it sent a fresh wave of heat pooling in your stomach. his hands pressed into your thighs, spreading you wider, keeping you open as he ate you like he had all the time in the world.
it was overwhelmingâthe way he was licking you, slow and deep, like he was savoring it. like he was getting off on this just as much as you were. his nose brushed against your clit with every stroke of his tongue, and it was too much, not enough, all at once.
your back arched, a desperate sound slipping from your lips. he groaned low in his throat, the vibration sending a shudder through you. "that's it," he murmured, his voice almost slurred against your skin. "let me hear you."
one of his hands slid up, his thumb replacing his tongue on your clit, rubbing slow, tight circles as he pressed his mouth lower, flicking his tongue against your entrance, teasing the edge.
"nam-gyuâ" your voice broke on his name, breathless and desperate, and his grip tightened.
"fuck, you sound good," he muttered. his tongue pushed inside you, and the sensation sent a sharp bolt of pleasure up your spine, made your thighs shake.
"think you can take me?" he murmured, his voice muffled against your skin. "gotta get you ready for me."
you gasped as he pushed a finger inside, slow and steady, curling it just right. he groaned at the way you clenched around him, his tongue lapping up every reaction, every sound.
"shit," he muttered. "so tight. gonna feel so fucking good."
the words alone made your stomach tighten, the heat coiling low, winding tighter and tighter. he added a second finger, stretching you open, thrusting slow, deep, his tongue still working your clit.
it was too much. the pressure built fast, overwhelming, unbearable. your thighs trembled around his head, your fingers tightening in his hair.
"iâ" your breath hitched, your body tensing.
he growled low in his throat, his fingers pressing deep, his tongue flicking faster, relentless. "come for me."
and you did.
the pleasure hit hard, shattering through you, knocking the air from your lungs. your back arched, your body tightening around his fingers, and he groaned against you, drinking in every last tremor, working you through it, drawing it out until you were shaking beneath him, gasping for breath.
only then did he finally pull back, his breath ragged, his lips slick and swollen. he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, his eyes dark, almost feverish as he looked at you.
"fuck," he muttered, voice rough, almost awed.
he climbed up over you, pressing a slow, open-mouthed kiss to your jaw, then your lips, letting you taste yourself on his tongue. his hands framed your face, thumbs brushing against your skin, steadying you.
his exhale was sharp, controlled, but his grip on your waist betrayed himâfingers digging in, like he had to hold himself back from wrecking you completely. his forehead dropped to yours for half a second, just long enough for you to feel the way his breath came heavy, ragged.
"you're gonna kill me," he muttered, half a groan, half a laugh, before he pulled back, eyes flicking down your bodyâlike he was trying to commit every inch of you to memory. his fingers traced your thigh absentmindedly, like he still couldn't believe you were letting him touch you.
then he sat back, unbuttoning his jeans.
your breath hitched as you watched him work, his knuckles going white with how tightly he was gripping his belt. the leather slid through the loops with a sharp snap, and your thighs pressed together instinctively at the sound. his lips curled slightlyâhe noticed.
"don't get shy on me now," he murmured, voice thick with amusement, but he wasn't smirking anymore. no, his expression was darker, sharper. his fingers moved with slow, measured precision as he unzipped his jeans, pushing them down just enough to free himself.
your stomach flipped.
you had no idea what you'd been expecting, but whatever it wasâit wasn't this. he wasâŚbig. thick. a flush creeping up his shaft, his tip swollen and slick with arousal. you stared, suddenly feeling very aware of your own inexperience, of the way your body still trembled faintly from the orgasm he'd just given you.
nam-gyu noticed.
"yeah?" his voice was rough, teasing, but there was something else beneath itâsomething dangerously satisfied. his fingers wrapped around the base of his cock, giving it a slow, lazy stroke, like he was savoring the moment. "that nervous?"
you swallowed hard, forcing your eyes back to his face. he looked wrecked, his dark hair falling into his eyes, his mouth slightly parted. his chest rose and fell heavily, like it was taking effort not to just pin you down and takeâ
"i can take it," you said, before you could second-guess yourself. your voice was breathless but steady, your chin tilting up just slightly in challenge.
his jaw locked.
for a second, he just looked at you, his gaze flickering between your eyes and your lips, like he was seeing youâreally seeing youâfor the first time. then, suddenly, his grip on your waist tightened, dragging you down the mattress until your thighs framed his hips.
"yeah," he murmured, almost to himself. his hand brushed over your stomach, your hip, sliding back down between your legs. his fingers traced your entrance, feeling the way you were still soaked for him. "i think you can, too."
your breath stuttered as he pressed two fingers inside you again, stretching you open. his thumb found your clit, rubbing soft, teasing circlesânot enough to push you over, just enough to make your breath hitch.
"nam-gyuâ" you gasped, hips twitching under his touch.
his free hand came up, catching your chin, tilting your head so you had to look at him. his eyes were dark, blown out with something almost ravenous.
"you still sure?" he murmured, voice low. "tell me you want it."
your pulse pounded.
you could feel how badly he wanted you, how much effort it was taking for him to hold back. and yetâhe still gave you the choice. he was still waiting.
your heart clenched.
"yes," you whispered. "please."
his restraint snapped.
the second your lips formed that word, he was on youâpulling his fingers from your slick heat, gripping himself, pressing the thick, flushed head of his cock right against your entrance. he didn't push in. not yet. instead, he rocked against you, rubbing his length along your slit, smearing himself in your wetness, letting you feel every ridge, every inch of his size before he even tried to fit.
your breath hitched. your nails dug deep into his forearms, your body instinctively tensing.
"relax," he murmured, voice tight, nearly hoarse, like he was fighting against the instinct to just take. his free hand smoothed up your thigh, over the curve of your waist, warm, steady, grounding. "breathe."
you tried. you really did. forced your lungs to expand, to exhale, to let go of the tension gripping your muscles. but the second he started to push in, all that breath stuttered out in a sharp, broken gasp.
it was too much. the stretch, the slow, inch-by-inch burn as his cock forced your body to open around him, to take him. a kind of ache youâd never felt before, raw and overwhelmingâtoo much and not enough, like your body was fighting him even as it craved more.
"fuck," he gritted out, his jaw clenching so tight you could see the muscle jump. his hands flexed against your skin, his entire body trembling with restraint. "jesus, babyâyou're so fucking tightâ"
your stomach flipped at the words, heat pooling deep in your core. he never talked to you like that. never called you things like that. but now, here he was, panting above you, voice wrecked and reverent, murmuring praise like he couldnât help it.
after a few seconds, you whimpered, hands gripping his shoulders. "more."
his control broke.
he pushed in, slow but deep, a smooth, deliberate thrust that seated him all the way inside you in one stroke. your breath tore from your lungs, your back arching as the stretch bloomed into something fuller, hotter, the ache curling into something dangerously close to pleasure.
nam-gyu groaned, dropping his forehead against your shoulder. "holy fuck," he rasped, voice wrecked, almost pained. his fingers dug into your hips, like he was holding on for dear life. "so fucking goodâyou're so tight, so perfect, fuckâ"
your pulse pounded in your throat, your entire body thrumming with sensation. there was still a burn, still that overwhelming fullness, but beneath it was something elseâsomething deeper, something good.
you shifted your hips, testing, trying to ease the pressure.
his entire body locked up.
"don'tâ" his voice was strangled, desperate. his hands tightened, pinning you down. "don't fucking move, or iâm gonna lose it."
every muscle in his body was taut, locked, like a predator barely holding back from sinking its teeth in. his fingers bit into your hips, warning you, anchoring himselfâbut you could feel it. the way he was shaking. the way his cock twitched, buried so deep inside you you swore you could feel him in your stomach.
you swallowed hard, pulse hammering, skin burning where he touched you.
it was too much. too deep. too thick. your body fought to adjust, pulsing around him in helpless, desperate flutters.
he groaned, low and guttural, pressing his forehead harder into your shoulder like he was in pain. âjesus christ.â his breath was hot against your skin, ragged, almost like he was laughing. âgripping me so fucking tight. gonna break me."
you shivered at the rasp of his voice, your fingers sliding up his back, feeling the strain in his muscles. the raw need in him. you were doing this to him. you, all wet and trembling underneath him, still adjusting, still unsureâand he was losing his mind over it.
you swallowed, tried to steady your breath. "you can move," you whispered.
his entire body tensed.
you barely had a second to register the shift before he pulled back, just an inch, and thenâslow, deepâhe thrust in again.
your breath shattered. your mouth fell open, no sound coming out at first, just a strangled, breathless whimper.
then, before you could so much as blink, he started movingâpulling out halfway before snapping his hips forward again, setting a rhythm that had your breath stuttering in your throat.
he wasn't just fucking youâhe was making sure you felt every inch of him, dragging it out, taking his time. and god help you, but it felt so fucking good.
"shitâ" you gasped, fingers twisting in the sheets.
his hand slipped between you, his thumb pressing right against your clit, rubbing in time with his thrusts. your entire body jerked, pleasure sparking through your nerves like lightning.
"yeah," he muttered, watching you like he was starving. "thatâs it. let me see you fucking fall apart."
nam-gyuâs rhythm grew rougher, sharperâhis control slipping, his hips snapping forward with a force that had you gasping, clawing at his back. every thick inch of him dragged against your walls, the stretch now molten pleasure, the overwhelming feeling of fullness making your head spin. his body caged you in completely, heat rolling off him in waves, his skin slick with sweat.
"fuck," he rasped, voice ragged, his breath hot against your lips. "listen to you." his thumb pressed harder against your clit, rubbing tight, deliberate circles. "moaning like thatâso fucking needy, arenât you?"
"fuck," you gasped, your nails raking down his back, desperate for more.
nam-gyu groaned, dropping his head to your neck, his breath hot against your skin. "shit, you're taking me so fucking good," he muttered, his teeth grazing over your throat before he kissed you thereâopen-mouthed and messy, dragging his tongue over your pulse like he could taste how wrecked you were for him. "never had anyone inside you, huh? no oneâs ever had you like thisâ"
his words made your stomach flip, a desperate, aching heat blooming in your core. you shook your head, gasping. "noâ"
"fuck, baby," he groaned. "you donât even fucking knowâ" his lips found your collarbone, biting down just enough to make you jolt, his tongue flicking out to soothe the sting. "how long i've been thinking about this. how long i've wanted to have my cock inside this pretty pussy."
his hands slid up, gripping your tits, squeezing, kneading the soft flesh in his palms. his fingers flicked over your nipples, rolling them between his fingertips, and you whimpered, the pleasure making you arch into his touch.
nam-gyu groaned, his tongue darting out to trace the swell of your breast before his mouth wrapped around your nipple, sucking hard.
"oh my godâ" your back arched, your fingers twisting into his dark hair, holding him there.
he chuckled, a low, breathy sound against your skin, his tongue flicking over the sensitive peak before he sucked again, harder this time, drawing a desperate whine from your lips. his hips kept moving, slow but deep, every thrust sending a new wave of pleasure through you, making your stomach coil tighter.
"you're so fucking good," he murmured against your skin, moving to your other breast, giving it the same attentionâhis lips wrapping around the stiff peak, sucking, his teeth grazing just enough to make you gasp. "so fucking tight, taking me so wellâfuck, i knew you would."
you whimpered, the heat inside you winding tight, too much and not enough at the same time. your thighs trembled around his waist, your nails dragging down his back.
"nam-gyu," you gasped, voice wrecked, desperate. "pleaseâ"
"please what?" he pulled back just enough to look at you, his lips swollen, his eyes dark, burning with something almost possessive. his fingers slid down between you, finding your clit again, circling it with slow, precise movements. "tell me what you need, baby."
you sobbed at the pressure, at the way it made your body twitch beneath him. "iâi wanna cumâ"
his jaw tightened, his thrusts growing sharper, faster, the wet sounds of your bodies moving together filling the room.
"yeah?" his voice was strained, breathless. "you wanna cum all over my fucking cock?"
"yesâyesâ"
"then do it."
he pinched your clit, just the right amount of pressure, and the coil inside you snapped.
your orgasm hit hard, crashing over you in sharp, shuddering waves, making your entire body lock up beneath him. you let out a high, broken moan, your walls fluttering around him, pulsing, milking his cock as he fucked you through it.
"fuckâfuckâ" nam-gyu groaned, his hips stuttering as you clenched around him, the tight grip of your body dragging him right to the fucking edge.
"shit," he rasped, his forehead dropping to your shoulder, his fingers digging into your hips as he snapped his hips forward, harder, rougher. "gonnaâfuck, gonna fill you upâ"
your entire body shuddered at his words, at the realization of what he was about to do, and you let out a breathless, desperate "please."
that was all it took.
he came, hard, his body trembling as he filled you, his grip tightening almost painfully as he groaned your name, pressing his forehead to yours, his breath ragged, wrecked.
the heat of him spilling inside you made your entire body tremble.
he didnât pull out right away. he stayed, breathing heavy, pressing messy, open-mouthed kisses to your jaw, your cheek, your lips. his handsâno longer rough, no longer grippingâslid soft over your skin, smoothing down your sides, your waist, your thighs, as if he was soothing you.
you were still shaking, your body aching in the best possible way, your mind swimming in a haze of heat and exhaustion.
nam-gyu shifted, his arms wrapping around you, pulling you close. his lips pressed to your temple, then your cheek, thenâfinallyâsoft against your lips.
"youâre a fucking dream," he murmured almost to himself, voice soft, like he couldnât quite believe this was real.
your heart skipped.
then, before you could say anything, before you could thinkâ
his hips rolled again, slow, lazy, his cock starting to harden again inside you.
oh my gawd i just found out that the guy i was with last year who âdidnât want anything serious w meâ now wants something serious w a girl AND THE GIRL WANTS HIM TOO OHHH I CANT DO IT I CANT DO IT LAWDDDDD
âŚâŚ on a different note, i got a very juicy post coming today so stay tuned đ˝ just wanted to rant on here bc iâm tweaking the fuck out and i donât even like him but GAWDDDDDDD ruined my dayâŚâŚ.. letâs kill the horse fr
hey yall sorry for not posting in a whileđđđiâve been sooo busy w college and work iâve barely had any time for myself this week but hopefully i can get around writing a bit this weekend
i still have some amazing requests WHICH I WILL WRITE!!! but i also canât help but feel like the whole squid game hype is dyingâŚâŚâŚ. maybe itâs just me bc other stuff is taking up my time but idkâŚâŚâŚ. anyway thank u all for following and reblogging and everything u are all so nice to me wtfđ
Namgyu but him being the normal middle schooler way hurts you? Or something like that idk youâre the only one Iâve seen write him so accurately
nam-gyu getting the silent treatment from the reader? his little brain would actually start to short circuit heâd get so grumpy lmao
a/n ââ hey! i decided to mix these two anons since i thought they'd make a really good fic together, hope u don't mind :) thank you so much for your requests and your patience, ik this one took a while. i hope u both like it!
SNAP
warnings ââ blood, death, general squid game themes
silence was all that filled the air as you descended the stairs, walking in line back to the dorm room. you were surrounded by more than a hundred players, but nobody spoke. nobody dared.
the last game had been a bloodbath, to say the least. you didnât think youâd ever be able to forget the lifeless eyes of innocent players lying on the groundâespecially knowing it could have just as easily been you.
and it had been damn close.
you turned your head slightly, just enough to catch a glimpse of him a few steps behind you. nam-gyu.
youâd thought you could tolerate him. the way he talked over you, the way he always had to have the last word, the way he threw whatever was at hand just to get on your nerves. annoying as fuck, but bearable.
this time, he'd pushed too far.
from the moment mingle had begun, your heart had already been racing. hell, you could still feel it hammering in your chest at an abnormally high rate. but that wasnât enough for him, was it? no, nam-gyu, who had taken whatever shit drug thanos had given him, had stood by your side.
that was normal, you'd come to realize. you didn't understand why, but somehow, after swearing he hated you, he'd always end up next to you.
so, while the damn carousel was spinning, he'd leaned in, voice just low enough for only you to hear. maybe he'd taken pity on you. maybe he'd seen how scared you looked. you cursed yourself for ever even thinking that.
"you sure you got this? you look kinda nervousâŚ" he said, a small smile forming on his lips as you turned to him. "what if you freeze up? or what if nobody picks you? thatâd be bad."
"shut up," you muttered, looking away, narrowing your eyesâignoring the cold, sweaty goosebump crawling over your skin. it had sounded more like a plea than a demand.
"and what if you end up alone?" he went on, completely ignoring you, inching closerâif that was even possible. "youâd just be standing there while everyone rushes awayâtick, tock, tick, tockâŚ"
that was when the nausea hit. real nausea. he was just messing with you⌠like he always did. but what if?
when the first number was called and the game started, you managed to get through a couple of rounds, your eyes filling with tears from pure nerves.
then, one of the last rounds. the voice called out 3. you looked at nam-gyu and thanos in front of you, thinkingâjust thinkingâthat you were saved.
you rushed to them, just as nam-gyu took a step back.
"actually, i think i see a better option over there," he said, pointing at a random player.
your soul hit the floor. he was actually going to leave you behind. you were going to die.
panic took over, tears slipping down your face as you frantically looked around for someone, anyone, to save you.
"tick, tock, tick, tock..." nam-gyuâs voice echoed in your head.
thenâsomeone yanked you by the arm, shoving you into the nearest room.
you gasped for breath, your chest heaving. you were alive. you hadn't died.
nam-gyu snickered in front of you. thanos, also in the room, stood by the little window, uninterested in whatever had just happened between you two.
"whatâ" was all you managed, quiet sobs escaping your lips as you struggled to process it. you were alive. somehow, you were alive.
"you actually thought i was gonna leave you?" nam-gyu giggled. giggled. he had his hand over his mouth like it was the funniest thing in the world. "thatâs crazy."
you shook your head as a tear threatened to spill, breathing in through your nose to steady yourself. the memory of what had happened less than an hour ago burned in your mind.
ha wasn't just mean and annoying. nam-gyu was cruel. nam-gyu was evil.
you'd judged him wrong. he wasnât just a boy hiding his fear behind teasing. he wasnât someone you could ever grow to love under different circumstances. he wasnât misunderstood. all those thoughts youâd had before? wrong. they had to be. he was heartless. and you hated him.
as you stepped into the main room, your heart easedâjust a littleâwhen you spotted se-mi. without thinking, you quickened your pace toward her.
she did the same, meeting you halfway and grabbing you by the arms. âthank god youâre okay,â she said, eyes scanning your disheveled state.
you inhaled sharply, nodding, even as the words caught in your throat. she tilted her head, concern deepening in her expression.
âis everythingâ?â she started, but before she could finish, another voice cut in.
âwassup, team?â thanos said, strolling over and throwing up gang signs he probably didnât even know the meaning of.
but of course, he wasnât alone.
you felt it immediatelyânam-gyuâs presence behind you. close. so close that if you moved even an inch, youâd collide into him. but still, never touching.
âwe almost thought we were gonna die back there, huh?â nam-gyu said, still amused, his gaze lingering on you.
you turned to him. fuming.
so many thoughts ran through your head. so many things to say. so many bones to break. you opened your mouthâ
and then shut it. no. you didnât want to see him again. didnât want to acknowledge his existence. but since you were stuck in these fucking games together, you couldnât exactly avoid him.
so youâd do the next best thing.
act like he didnât exist. because to you, he didn't.
you could see it in his face, his grin starting to form, waiting for you to say something, to take the bait like you always did. but not this time. you just shot him a grimace, turning and walking awat toward the bathroom.
and so, time went on.
but not for him.
nam-gyu wasnât used to silence. not from you. not like this.
at first, he barely noticed. he was still riding the high of his own amusement, watching you seethe in barely restrained anger. but the longer the minutes stretched, the longer you refused to bite back, the more something began to gnaw at him.
it started with the little things. the way you didnât even look his way when he made some stupid remark at dinner, or how you barely reacted when thanos made a joke about his survival skills. before, you wouldâve rolled your eyes, shot some sarcastic comment back, but nowânothing. not even a twitch of annoyance.
the way you turned your back to him, like he wasnât even in the room, like he wasnât even worth acknowledgingâit set something off in him. something uncomfortable. something he didnât want to name.
he tried again later, when almost a day had passed. sitting on the stairs of the beds, staring at nothing, your hands gripping your knees like if you let go, youâd shatter. he sat down beside you, close enough to invade your space, to test you.
"so, what, you mad at me or something?" he asked, voice deliberately light, teasing, waiting for you to react.
nothing.
his fingers drummed against the metal. "câmon. you canât seriously be mad. it was a joke. i knew someone would pick you up." he turned his head toward you, watching for a flinch, a flickerâanything. "you really think iâd let you die?"
still, nothing.
you just stood up, walking away like he hadnât even spoken. like he was air.
his jaw clenched. fine. two could play this game.
exceptâyou didnât break. not that night. not the next day. not the next game. not even when he upped his antics, when he threw crumpled-up paper at the back of your head or made offhanded comments just loud enough for you to hear.
it was driving him insane.
he never realized how much he thrived off your back-and-forth until it was gone. until you treated him like a ghost.
until he realizedâhe didnât like being invisible to you.
the next night, the dorm was eerily quiet, the kind of silence that only came when exhaustion weighed too heavy on everyoneâs bones. nam-gyu lay on his bed, eyes open, staring at the ceiling, restless.
fuck it.
before he could second-guess himself, he was already moving, slipping off his mattress with the kind of ease that came from knowing how to sneak around. his feet barely made a sound against the cold floor as he crept across the room, stopping just short of your bed. he hesitated for a secondâjust a secondâbefore sitting down at your feet.
you shot up immediately, eyes wide, breath hitching. "what theâ" the words died in your throat as you jerked back against the pillow, your hands bracing against the sheets. for a split second, you were ready to shove him off, to kick him awayâ
but then his hand was over your mouth, and his face was inches from yours.
"shh." his eyes flickered to the other beds, scanning for movement. none. he exhaled, slow and careful, before pulling his hand back. "relax, okay? i justâ"
he trailed off, unsure how to finish that sentence. he just what? wanted to bother you? wanted to win? no, that wasnât it. the truth was a little more pathetic than that. he just missed hearing your voice, even if it was yelling at him.
he shifted, sitting cross-legged now, knee brushing against yours. you had pulled yourself up too, back pressed against the headboard, muscles tense. you were still watching him like he might pull something, but there was something else there too. wariness, sure. but curiosity too.
"you just what?" you repeated, voice still laced with annoyance, but softer now. almost⌠wary.
he swallowed, suddenly very aware of how close you two were, your eyes on him in a way that made his heart pound annoyingly fast. "i dunno," he muttered. "wanted to see if you were still alive."
"seriously?" you scoffed. "get out."
but you didnât push him away. and he didnât move.
"nam-gyu, i swear to godâ"
"you really hate me that much, huh?" he interrupted, his voice quieter now. the teasing was still there, but barely. something more vulnerable lurked beneath it, something he wasnât sure he wanted to confront. "like, actually?"
silence. you looked at him then, and for the first time in days, he saw something other than anger in your eyes. something conflicted. something dangerous.
"you tell me," you whispered, your breath fanning against his cheek. your fingers twitched, like you were resisting the urge to shove him awayâor pull him closer.
his throat went dry. he wanted to say something. something cocky, something that would shift the power back into his hands. but all he could think about was how your lips were barely inches from his, how your warmth seeped into him like a slow burn, and how he wasnât nearly as immune to you as he thought.
you were waiting for an answer, your gaze piercing into his, but he had none. not one that wouldnât make him look stupid, anyway. he wanted to scoff, to roll his eyes and tell you to lighten up, but he couldnâtânot when his own heartbeat was betraying him.
you pulled back first, sitting up straighter, arms crossing over your chest. "forget it," you muttered, shaking your head. "i donât even care."
hut he couldnât be invisible to you. he wouldnât.
because you did care. he knew you did. he could see it in the way your hands clenched, the way your knee bounced slightly, the way you were holding back from looking at him. you cared enough to be mad, enough to hate him, enough to freeze him out.
"yeah?" he said, leaning in slightlyâbut this time, there was no smirk, no game. "then why do you look like youâre about to cry?"
that was it. that was the final fucking straw.
something in you cracked wide open, all the frustration and hurt bubbling to the surface before you could shove it down again.
âyou always do this,â you hissed, your voice low. âyou push and push and push, and when i finally break, itâs just a joke. when i get mad, Iâm overreacting. when i tell you to stop, you just push harder.â
his stomach twisted. you werenât just lashing out. you were breaking apart.
âyouâve been messing with me since the second we met,â you went on, voice rising, not caring if anyone heard. âevery fucking day, itâs something new. tripping me, throwing things at me, talking over me, getting in my face. itâs exhausting. and i let it go because i thoughtââ you cut yourself off, jaw clenching, forcing yourself to breathe. âi thought maybe you didnât mean it.â
nam-gyu stayed quiet. just staring. no teasing grin, no cocky remark. just⌠watching.
âbut you do mean it,â you whispered. "because you think itâs funny. because you like seeing me mad. because it doesnât matter if iâm actually hurt, as long as you get a reaction." you shook your head, voice unsteady. "and iâm done."
nam-gyuâs chest tightened. his hands clenched in his lap. he wanted to argue. he wanted to tell you that you were wrong. but he couldnâtânot when you were looking at him like that. not when he knew, deep down, that you werenât wrong at all.
"Iâm sorry."
the words came out so quiet, so unnatural in his own voice, that for a second, he wasnât sure heâd actually spoken them.
you froze.
his lips pressed together like he immediately regretted saying it, but there was no taking it back now. his hand twitched in his lap, like he wanted to reach for something but didnât know what.
"youâwhat?"
nam-gyu exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair, looking anywhere but you. "donât make me say it again," he muttered.
a beat of silence.
thenâa laugh. small, quiet, barely there. but real.
it startled both of you.
nam-gyuâs head snapped up, watching as you bit your lip, shaking your head like you couldnât believe it. "you suck at apologizing," you said, still exhausted, tired.
his lips twitched. "yeah, well. not much practice."
"clearly."
another pause. this time, the silence was lighter. not quite peace, but not war either.
nam-gyu let out a dramatic sigh, sitting back onto the mattress. "so," he drawled, hands fidgeting with a loose strang of your bedsheet. "am i still dead to you, or�""
you rolled your eyes, relaxing but keeping your distance. "weâll see."
"uh-huh. thatâs progress."
"shut up."
"make me."
he knew he wasn't just sorry, no, he knew it was much deeper than that. but that was all he would allow himself to say. for now.
yâall today my friend caught a glimpse of a tumblr notificationâŚâŚ like âx liked your postââŚâŚ.. she knows ima freak but not to that degreeâŚâŚâŚâŚ idk how to explain it itâs just so embarrassing that she knows i post on this godforsaken app. i tried to play it cool too. like i didnât notice that she saw it. but i did. is it over for me?đ
hear me out on this fic idea.. reader takes place as minsu but.. a girl⌠and namgyu likes her but still bullys the shit outta her treating her like a dog cyz theyre both freaky and into it..
PLS I JST NEED A PUPPY PLAY FIC IM AGHRRR
hey anon! i love this ask but sadly i wonât be able to write it :( iâm not really familiar with the concept and i donât exactly know how it could fit my interpretation of nam-gyu. i am so sorry to disappoint, but i just know that someone else could write this way better than i could. i have also seen other authors writing similar things! personal favs are @/fear-is-truth and @/arbitrarykiwi.
again, iâm sorry, but i def have some fics coming about nam-gyu bullying reader!!! just slightly different :)
anon who requested your most recent post here!! saw the edited og post just now and wanted to sneak into your inbox to replyâŚ. first of all. exactly what i was envisioning! i gotta spin them all around frâŚ.. second of all. ITâS SO OKAY!!! do not worry⌠stuff happens sometimes, so i donât blame you for reposting itđđđđđ JUMPS UP AND DOWN!
ugh thank u so much ur so sweetđđđ iâm so glad u liked it, it was so fun to write! the post still ended up NOT showing on the tags thoughâŚ.đŤ hopefully itâs a one time thing (everyone pray for me)
how would thanos' crew react to nam-gyu having a crush on you?
se-mi was the first to notice.
she's a girl, of course she knows! while the rest of the crew remained oblivious, se-mi caught onto the passing glances, the way he always seemed to be near youânot touching, just hovering. the way he rolled his eyes every time thanos called you seĂąorita or some other stupid nickname.
but those were just suspicions. for now.
"she's too old!" you pointed at player 149. "how could he vote to stay?" you rambled on about how player 007 had chosen to continue the games, even after his own mother had told him not to.
"you also voted to stay," nam-gyu pointed out, seemingly uninterested.
you turned to him, ignoring thanos messing with min-su next to you.
"because i want to stay," you frowned. "but if my mother was here and she wanted to go, i'd vote X."
he huffed, looking away.
gyeong-su, sitting to his right, shrugged. "if she didnât want to play, she shouldnât have come here in the first place."
"yeah, no quitters here," thanos added, still busy trying to give min-su a middle part.
you rolled your eyes. "do you guys have no empathy? i talked to her during the first game, she's really sweet."
"i don't know," gyeong-su went on. "i just hope she dies next round so we get more money."
you grimaced at his words, deciding you'd had enough. "unbelievable." you scoffed, pushing yourself up and heading for the bathroom, needing a break from the group.
"what?" gyeong-su said after a beat as they all watched you walk away. "i just said what we were all thinkingâ"
"just shut up."
nam-gyu's voice cut in, surprising everyoneâincluding himself. something about the way gyeong-su had talked about you rubbed him the wrong way. it wasnât that he disagreed with gyeong-su, but sometimes, one just needed to know when to shut up.
no one else spoke after that.
se-mi had been quiet the whole conversation, not particularly interested in what was being said. but for the first time, something caught her attention. nam-gyu wasnât the type to defend anyone, least of all youâthe person he went out of his way to annoy every single day.
the only person he might defend was thanos, but even then, he'd talk shit about him behind his back. and that was precisely it. he'd defended you when you weren't even there to hear it.
and oh, se-mi was sure of one thing. nam-gyu would rather die than let you find out.
from that moment on, her suspicions only grew.
she found it both irritating and endearing. kind of like watching a baby bird learning to fly. on the one hand, she despised nam-gyu, but maybe he wasnât such a terrible person.
for exmple, in the way heâd make sure you had eatenâin the rudest way possible. "i donât wanna end up dead because you donât have enough energy in the next game," heâd say.
but se-mi'd keep her mouth shut. itâs not like she cared enough to argue, and honestly, nam-gyu did seem a little more tolerable if you kept him in check.
second to find out would be min-su.
not by himself, though. sure, he was a light sleeper, so every night heâd wake up to the sound of nam-gyu creeping toward your bed, stealing your jacket to use as a blanket. then, just before morning, heâd wake up again when nam-gyu slipped it back over you.
but for some reason, he never connected the dots. nam-gyu scared him to deathâhe could be calm one minute and snap the next. min-su had long given up trying to understand him. not like heâd ever really wanted to.
it was during one random conversation with se-mi.
"i heard team X talking about the next vote," min-su told se-miâthe only one in the group who actually listened to him. "i think they have a plan... or something."
"yeah?" she asked, narrowing her eyes as she glanced across the room. "when was this?"
âeveryone was already asleep.â min-su paused for a second, glancing away as he thought. âit was around the time nam-gyu always takes her jacket, so⌠maybe midnight?â his voice tilted into a question, but he stiffened when he saw se-miâs eyes widen.
ânam-gyu what?â she asked, her tone hushed, suddenly forgetting the rest of whatever min-su had just said.
âuh⌠you know, he sleeps with her jacket. to, uh⌠keep warm.â se-miâs grip tightened on his sleeve, and now min-su was real scared. âhe always puts it back in the morning, though. lays it over her and everythingâŚâ
a sly smirk crept onto se-miâs lips. finally. her suspicions were confirmed.
âmin-suâŚâ she said, trying to make him see it.
âwhat?â he asked, almost scared.
âsomeoneââshe tilted her head toward nam-gyu messing with you in the distanceââhas a crush.â
min-suâs eyes widened as it clicked.
min-su would honestly do absolutely nothing about it. actually, the less he existed for nam-gyu, the better. the most he'd do was glance at se-mi whenever nam-gyu did something that, under normal circumstances, wouldnât scream i have a crush on youâbut now, knowing what they knew, absolutely gave it away.
if nam-gyu ever caught one of those glances, though, min-su would go as far as pretending he needed to go to the bathroom just to get out of nam-gyu's line of sight.
the only other thing min-su would do now was try to go back to sleep whenever he got woken up by nam-gyu grabbing your jacket. he'd started feeling like he was intruding on whatever romanticâif one could even call it thatâmoment you two were having. but that was pretty much it.
the third to know would be gyeong-su.
he was starting to get a little tired. heâd joined thanosâ group because, well, it was thanosâ group. turns out that meant dealing with his grumpy little sidekick.
most of the time, nam-gyu ignored himâthankfullyâbut when he didnât? yeah. those times sucked. so, gyeong-su usually tried to keep away from him, which meant spending a lot of time around you.
he thought you were niceâor at least not batshit insane like most of the other playersâbut for some reason, instead of treating him with indifference like gyeong-su wanted, nam-gyu only seemed to get worse whenever he saw him near you.
âi donât know⌠i just keep thinking about it. that guy last round. he didnât even get a chance,â you said, deep in thought.
âthatâs just how it is.â gyeong-su shrugged, looking off with a sad expression. âyou think too much about it, itâll eat you alive.â
you were about to respond when nam-gyu, who had been talking with thanos up until now, cut in, voice dry. âreally inspiring. you gonna write a book when you get out?â
you and gyeong-su both turned to look at him. he was sitting a few feet away, arms crossed.
there was an awkward pause, both of you unsure how to respond.
"sorry, man..." gyeong-su spoke first, almost timid. "didn't mean to bother you."
he was sincere. he had no idea what exactly had set nam-gyu off, but he knew he wanted nothing to do with it.
"doesn't bother me. i just donât wanna hear you two flirting over dead people." nam-gyu said, face serious, like it was the most casual thing in the world.
you deadpanned. how could he be so dense? âwe're not flirting,â you said, actually shocked that anyone could even think that. âwe were just talking.â
âwe're not flirrrrting,â nam-gyu mocked, rolling his eyes. âwhatever. just donât cry to me when all that talking gets you killed.â
then he turned back to thanos, leaving you fuming.
you started ranting about how annoying he was, how you didnât understand why he acted like that. gyeong-su didnât either. but as he tuned you out, he started thinking back to all the other times this had happened, and, really, there was only one explanation.
nam-gyu must have a thing for you.
from then on, gyeong-su was extra careful whenever he was around you. he didnât want to get on nam-gyuâs bad side, so he always made sure to keep you at an armâs distance, kept all conversations pretty plain. he was actually surprised when it seemed to workânam-gyu wasnât that mean to him anymore.
so, was thanos the last to figure it out? not exactly.
the six of you were crammed together, talking about nothing in particularâcomplaining about the food, about how your backs ached from sleeping on the hard beds, about which players were pissing you off the most. just the usual.
se-mi stretched out her sore arms and suddenly asked, âso⌠anyone got someone waiting for them back home?â
you all glanced at each other, doubtful. sharing personal stuff had become more common, even if some peopleânam-gyuâhated it. but hey, anything to pass the time.
min-su shrugged. âmy mom, i guess,â he said shyly.
gyeong-su scoffed. âthat doesnât count.â
âsheâd be sad if i died!â min-su defended.
se-mi rolled her eyes. âi meant, like, a partner.â
âi had a girl once,â thanos said dramatically, like he was about to launch into some tragic love story. âbeautiful. smart. the one that got away.â
âyou cheated on her, didnât you?â se-mi deadpanned.
thanos clicked his tongue. âthat is not the point.â
meanwhile, you hummed in thought. âi donât know⌠i think i had something. it wasnât official, butâŚâ you trailed off. it felt like a different life now.
nam-gyu scoffed, speaking for the first time. âbet heâs already moved on.â
your brows furrowed. âyou donât even know him.â
âi know enough,â he muttered, uninterested.
thanos smirked, nudging him. âdamn, boy, you always this mad when she talks about other guys?â
silence.
so⌠thanos had actually been the first to figure it out. he just never cared enough to acknowledge it. and while he was sometimes stupid⌠no one was that stupid. ever since the beginning, he could spot nam-gyuâs middle schooler antics from a mile away. after all, he was a connoisseur.
so who was really the last person to know?
nam-gyu.
he blinked. âwhat?â
se-miâs lips twitched. gyeong-su raised an eyebrow. min-su froze mid-bite.
thanos looked around at the group with wide eyes, extending his arms like he was delivering a speech. âi mean, we all know you like her. it ainât that deepââ
nam-gyu choked on air. âexcuse me?â his fists tightened at his sides.
you sat up, suddenly feeling very out of it. âwhat?â
âcome on, man,â thanos gestured vaguely. âitâs not like youâre subtle.â
se-mi, clearly enjoying this more than she should, nodded. âhe does take your jacket at night...â finally. ever since min-su told her, it had been practically impossible to keep quiet about it. she had been dying to mess with nam-gyu.
nam-gyuâs eyes widenedâactual surprise, maybe even slight embarrassment flickering across his face.
the rest of the group let out amused ohhhâs, now watching the two of you like it was the best entertainment theyâd had in weeks. it kind of was.
you, on the other hand, were utterly confused. the only person who looked even more confused than you was nam-gyu.
âiââ nam-gyu looked around, his face suddenly way too hot. âi donâtâhow could you even?ââ he shot to his feet. âfuck all of you.â
and with that, he stormed off, leaving the group staring after him.
thanos scoffed. âwhat? i thought we all knew.â
thanos would absolutely love teasing nam-gyuâand youâabout it. maybe, just maybe, he'd tone it down just a notch when he realized that if he said it one more time, nam-gyu might actually start killing people. but he'd still have his fun.
maybe he'd flirt with you, just to see how long it'd take before nam-gyu threw a tantrum. or maybe he'd switch strategies, start messing with you about it insteadâ"there goes your boyfriend," every time nam-gyu walked by.
you swore you heard him one night, singing-whispering, "nam-gyu and you, sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G."
oh, he'd find it so amusing.
so there we go. nam-gyu would definitely be the last to find out.
not that he was dumbâhe knew how he felt about you. he knew how much he cared, and how much that pissed him off. but he figured he kept it slick, almost unnoticeable.
then the rest of the group said it⌠and, well, he kind of had to face it. not that heâd ever admit it though. pure stubbornness.
the only one whoâd never find out would be you.
yes, youâd heard thanos. yes, se-mi had delightedly explained all the times nam-gyu defended you when you werenât there. yes, min-su would timidly recount each night he saw nam-gyu drape his jacket over you with something that resembled care. yes, gyeong-suânow that nam-gyu wasnât aroundâwould tell you how he acted when you talked to someone else. one could even say jealousy.
but would you ever believe any of it had to do with nam-gyu having romantic feelings? toward you?
no.
nam-gyu wasnât the type for that.
even if, sometimes, you wished he were.
dividers by aquazero
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how would thanos' crew react to nam-gyu having a crush on you?
se-mi was the first to notice.
she's a girl, of course she knows! while the rest of the crew remained oblivious, se-mi caught onto the passing glances, the way he always seemed to be near youânot touching, just hovering. the way he rolled his eyes every time thanos called you seĂąorita or some other stupid nickname.
but those were just suspicions. for now.
"she's too old!" you pointed at player 149. "how could he vote to stay?" you rambled on about how player 007 had chosen to continue the games, even after his own mother had told him not to.
"you also voted to stay," nam-gyu pointed out, seemingly uninterested.
you turned to him, ignoring thanos messing with min-su next to you.
"because i want to stay," you frowned. "but if my mother was here and she wanted to go, i'd vote X."
he huffed, looking away.
gyeong-su, sitting to his right, shrugged. "if she didnât want to play, she shouldnât have come here in the first place."
"yeah, no quitters here," thanos added, still busy trying to give min-su a middle part.
you rolled your eyes. "do you guys have no empathy? i talked to her during the first game, she's really sweet."
"i don't know," gyeong-su went on. "i just hope she dies next round so we get more money."
you grimaced at his words, deciding you'd had enough. "unbelievable." you scoffed, pushing yourself up and heading for the bathroom, needing a break from the group.
"what?" gyeong-su said after a beat as they all watched you walk away. "i just said what we were all thinkingâ"
"just shut up."
nam-gyu's voice cut in, surprising everyoneâincluding himself. something about the way gyeong-su had talked about you rubbed him the wrong way. it wasnât that he disagreed with gyeong-su, but sometimes, one just needed to know when to shut up.
no one else spoke after that.
se-mi had been quiet the whole conversation, not particularly interested in what was being said. but for the first time, something caught her attention. nam-gyu wasnât the type to defend anyone, least of all youâthe person he went out of his way to annoy every single day.
the only person he might defend was thanos, but even then, he'd talk shit about him behind his back. and that was precisely it. he'd defended you when you weren't even there to hear it.
and oh, se-mi was sure of one thing. nam-gyu would rather die than let you find out.
from that moment on, her suspicions only grew.
she found it both irritating and endearing. kind of like watching a baby bird learning to fly. on the one hand, she despised nam-gyu, but maybe he wasnât such a terrible person.
for exmple, in the way heâd make sure you had eatenâin the rudest way possible. "i donât wanna end up dead because you donât have enough energy in the next game," heâd say.
but se-mi'd keep her mouth shut. itâs not like she cared enough to argue, and honestly, nam-gyu did seem a little more tolerable if you kept him in check.
second to find out would be min-su.
not by himself, though. sure, he was a light sleeper, so every night heâd wake up to the sound of nam-gyu creeping toward your bed, stealing your jacket to use as a blanket. then, just before morning, heâd wake up again when nam-gyu slipped it back over you.
but for some reason, he never connected the dots. nam-gyu scared him to deathâhe could be calm one minute and snap the next. min-su had long given up trying to understand him. not like heâd ever really wanted to.
it was during one random conversation with se-mi.
"i heard team X talking about the next vote," min-su told se-miâthe only one in the group who actually listened to him. "i think they have a plan... or something."
"yeah?" she asked, narrowing her eyes as she glanced across the room. "when was this?"
âeveryone was already asleep.â min-su paused for a second, glancing away as he thought. âit was around the time nam-gyu always takes her jacket, so⌠maybe midnight?â his voice tilted into a question, but he stiffened when he saw se-miâs eyes widen.
ânam-gyu what?â she asked, her tone hushed, suddenly forgetting the rest of whatever min-su had just said.
âuh⌠you know, he sleeps with her jacket. to, uh⌠keep warm.â se-miâs grip tightened on his sleeve, and now min-su was real scared. âhe always puts it back in the morning, though. lays it over her and everythingâŚâ
a sly smirk crept onto se-miâs lips. finally. her suspicions were confirmed.
âmin-suâŚâ she said, trying to make him see it.
âwhat?â he asked, almost scared.
âsomeoneââshe tilted her head toward nam-gyu messing with you in the distanceââhas a crush.â
min-suâs eyes widened as it clicked.
min-su would honestly do absolutely nothing about it. actually, the less he existed for nam-gyu, the better. the most he'd do was glance at se-mi whenever nam-gyu did something that, under normal circumstances, wouldnât scream i have a crush on youâbut now, knowing what they knew, absolutely gave it away.
if nam-gyu ever caught one of those glances, though, min-su would go as far as pretending he needed to go to the bathroom just to get out of nam-gyu's line of sight.
the only other thing min-su would do now was try to go back to sleep whenever he got woken up by nam-gyu grabbing your jacket. he'd started feeling like he was intruding on whatever romanticâif one could even call it thatâmoment you two were having. but that was pretty much it.
the third to know would be gyeong-su.
he was starting to get a little tired. heâd joined thanosâ group because, well, it was thanosâ group. turns out that meant dealing with his grumpy little sidekick.
most of the time, nam-gyu ignored himâthankfullyâbut when he didnât? yeah. those times sucked. so, gyeong-su usually tried to keep away from him, which meant spending a lot of time around you.
he thought you were niceâor at least not batshit insane like most of the other playersâbut for some reason, instead of treating him with indifference like gyeong-su wanted, nam-gyu only seemed to get worse whenever he saw him near you.
âi donât know⌠i just keep thinking about it. that guy last round. he didnât even get a chance,â you said, deep in thought.
âthatâs just how it is.â gyeong-su shrugged, looking off with a sad expression. âyou think too much about it, itâll eat you alive.â
you were about to respond when nam-gyu, who had been talking with thanos up until now, cut in, voice dry. âreally inspiring. you gonna write a book when you get out?â
you and gyeong-su both turned to look at him. he was sitting a few feet away, arms crossed.
there was an awkward pause, both of you unsure how to respond.
"sorry, man..." gyeong-su spoke first, almost timid. "didn't mean to bother you."
he was sincere. he had no idea what exactly had set nam-gyu off, but he knew he wanted nothing to do with it.
"doesn't bother me. i just donât wanna hear you two flirting over dead people." nam-gyu said, face serious, like it was the most casual thing in the world.
you deadpanned. how could he be so dense? âwe're not flirting,â you said, actually shocked that anyone could even think that. âwe were just talking.â
âwe're not flirrrrting,â nam-gyu mocked, rolling his eyes. âwhatever. just donât cry to me when all that talking gets you killed.â
then he turned back to thanos, leaving you fuming.
you started ranting about how annoying he was, how you didnât understand why he acted like that. gyeong-su didnât either. but as he tuned you out, he started thinking back to all the other times this had happened, and, really, there was only one explanation.
nam-gyu must have a thing for you.
from then on, gyeong-su was extra careful whenever he was around you. he didnât want to get on nam-gyuâs bad side, so he always made sure to keep you at an armâs distance, kept all conversations pretty plain. he was actually surprised when it seemed to workânam-gyu wasnât that mean to him anymore.
so, was thanos the last to figure it out? not exactly.
the six of you were crammed together, talking about nothing in particularâcomplaining about the food, about how your backs ached from sleeping on the hard beds, about which players were pissing you off the most. just the usual.
se-mi stretched out her sore arms and suddenly asked, âso⌠anyone got someone waiting for them back home?â
you all glanced at each other, doubtful. sharing personal stuff had become more common, even if some peopleânam-gyuâhated it. but hey, anything to pass the time.
min-su shrugged. âmy mom, i guess,â he said shyly.
gyeong-su scoffed. âthat doesnât count.â
âsheâd be sad if i died!â min-su defended.
se-mi rolled her eyes. âi meant, like, a partner.â
âi had a girl once,â thanos said dramatically, like he was about to launch into some tragic love story. âbeautiful. smart. the one that got away.â
âyou cheated on her, didnât you?â se-mi deadpanned.
thanos clicked his tongue. âthat is not the point.â
meanwhile, you hummed in thought. âi donât know⌠i think i had something. it wasnât official, butâŚâ you trailed off. it felt like a different life now.
nam-gyu scoffed, speaking for the first time. âbet heâs already moved on.â
your brows furrowed. âyou donât even know him.â
âi know enough,â he muttered, uninterested.
thanos smirked, nudging him. âdamn, boy, you always this mad when she talks about other guys?â
silence.
so⌠thanos had actually been the first to figure it out. he just never cared enough to acknowledge it. and while he was sometimes stupid⌠no one was that stupid. ever since the beginning, he could spot nam-gyuâs middle schooler antics from a mile away. after all, he was a connoisseur.
so who was really the last person to know?
nam-gyu.
he blinked. âwhat?â
se-miâs lips twitched. gyeong-su raised an eyebrow. min-su froze mid-bite.
thanos looked around at the group with wide eyes, extending his arms like he was delivering a speech. âi mean, we all know you like her. it ainât that deepââ
nam-gyu choked on air. âexcuse me?â his fists tightened at his sides.
you sat up, suddenly feeling very out of it. âwhat?â
âcome on, man,â thanos gestured vaguely. âitâs not like youâre subtle.â
se-mi, clearly enjoying this more than she should, nodded. âhe does take your jacket at night...â finally. ever since min-su told her, it had been practically impossible to keep quiet about it. she had been dying to mess with nam-gyu.
nam-gyuâs eyes widenedâactual surprise, maybe even slight embarrassment flickering across his face.
the rest of the group let out amused ohhhâs, now watching the two of you like it was the best entertainment theyâd had in weeks. it kind of was.
you, on the other hand, were utterly confused. the only person who looked even more confused than you was nam-gyu.
âiââ nam-gyu looked around, his face suddenly way too hot. âi donâtâhow could you even?ââ he shot to his feet. âfuck all of you.â
and with that, he stormed off, leaving the group staring after him.
thanos scoffed. âwhat? i thought we all knew.â
thanos would absolutely love teasing nam-gyuâand youâabout it. maybe, just maybe, he'd tone it down just a notch when he realized that if he said it one more time, nam-gyu might actually start killing people. but he'd still have his fun.
maybe he'd flirt with you, just to see how long it'd take before nam-gyu threw a tantrum. or maybe he'd switch strategies, start messing with you about it insteadâ"there goes your boyfriend," every time nam-gyu walked by.
you swore you heard him one night, singing-whispering, "nam-gyu and you, sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G."
oh, he'd find it so amusing.
so there we go. nam-gyu would definitely be the last to find out.
not that he was dumbâhe knew how he felt about you. he knew how much he cared, and how much that pissed him off. but he figured he kept it slick, almost unnoticeable.
then the rest of the group said it⌠and, well, he kind of had to face it. not that heâd ever admit it though. pure stubbornness.
the only one whoâd never find out would be you.
yes, youâd heard thanos. yes, se-mi had delightedly explained all the times nam-gyu defended you when you werenât there. yes, min-su would timidly recount each night he saw nam-gyu drape his jacket over you with something that resembled care. yes, gyeong-suânow that nam-gyu wasnât aroundâwould tell you how he acted when you talked to someone else. one could even say jealousy.
but would you ever believe any of it had to do with nam-gyu having romantic feelings? toward you?
no.
nam-gyu wasnât the type for that.
even if, sometimes, you wished he were.
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hiiii!! curiousâŚ. how do you think the whole thanos crew would like, act if they knew nam-gyu had a crush of any kind, or if they had a sneaking suspicion but werenât completely sureâŚ
crossing my fingers this makes sense because itâs been AGES since iâve sent anything like this LMAOOO. would also like to say! big fan of your writing!! i agree with all the past anonâs and what theyâve said!! keep it up fr đđ
this ask is soooo yummy, makes complete sense + makes me wanna jump up and down from excitement. thank you so much btw!!! ur so kind. i got so carried away w this one it's insane, i'm not even sure that it's what u wanted but i still hope u like it.
i'm so sorry, for some reason ur anon was giving me trouble adding this post to the tags, i couldn't even link it! so i had to make a separate one, i'm sorry i couldn't include your question in it. you were so nice u deserved better :(
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