#125player

[electr1cisdead]

It’s the “fuck him” for me in our thread rn about nam-gyu . @125player

[124player]

@125player ≫ halloween starter. 🦇

halloween. the only season that doesn't seem to cause nam-gyu complete misery and yet a frown hangs off his lips like a child scolded for their intake of candy. his eyes drift lazily over the crowd, a slow meander that does not catch on anything with remote interest except two devilish horns styled up to purple-washed exaggeration, pressing up into the personal space of a forgettable someone who just wants her five minutes of attention from someone half-famous. nam-gyu's jaw sets into a hard line as he watches their effortless ritual of low-grade conversation and unpleasant-to-watch dancing before it approaches a mediocre fuck. thanos the centre of fucking gravity it seemed had shown up painted and preened and still managed to somehow make everyone else look like they're trying too hard. their hips move in sync, her head tilted back and laughing a little too loudly, and nam-gyu feels that familiar twist of envy sour his stomach. falsely nonchalant, he tells himself he doesn't care, but still attempts to douse the fire in his belly with a long drink, which ends up feeling more like fuel. thanos and him had put together this little get-together, co-hosts and conspirators and yet nam-gyu finds himself wedged against the corner like a wall-flower, not wanting to join the party-goers but coming face-to-face with his own haplessness the longer he stays idle. but there's a shadow darkening his periphery and he can pick out the shape without looking, staying too still to appear natural, movements stiff and full of unanswered questions. nam-gyu can practically feel the creak of a red solo cup bending between min-su's anxious vice-grip, the sound reminiscent of a twig snapping beneath a deer's hoof and outing itself as a target. his attention is drawn like a vulture's, neck craning as he hones in on his prey something to bleed the tension into, or maybe out of. his body turns. slow, deliberate. ‘what did you come as sad and pathetic?’   the insult is cheap, but this is the warm up round, and he wonders if min-su is in any mood to play with him today, or whether he'll simply let his insults land without a sound returned. nam-gyu's eyes dance over him with an artificial disinterest, black pupils that gloss over the details as though he isn't drinking them in, patiently awaiting that small flicker of embarrassment or irritation to cross his features, and thus, silently sourcing the next pudgy bit of flesh to sink his teeth into.

[electr1cisdead]

she would not be wearing a skirt , but this yes , always in between the two pls @124player @125player

[electr1cisdead]

@125player : ∗ 46﹕ sender  pulls  receiver  out  of  harm’s  way .

sleep was never a priority for her anymore , it’s been years since she’s properly slept , with all the sleepless nights of waking up to her parents arguing , or the late night distractions of having to cater to her mother’s demands up until growing up and finding herself late night walking home from a shift at markets , she had gotten used to it .

likewise , if not even more so , in this place . she was guarded , she had good instinct of energy , the room felt ….colder than usual , her eyes are alert and when her intuition confirmed , lights now flickered at her assumption and as soon as siren hounded , she’s out of sheets and immediately trying to find the safest spot while chaos break loose ,

even after mingle , she still scanned for HIM. her will to protect him still actively running through her mind even when he had chosen the latter . taking quick pans left and right , up and down and no sign of minsu from her side of the room , she’s trying to find the nearest weapon but still no avail . several of the others she had pushed , aggressively so with her fighting left in her system until faced with a rogue contestant of one of the ‘Os’ appear in front of her , charging with body much bigger than hers-—

until she felt a hand grip her wrist , felt the motion of pulling her , at first she was ready to let her other arm swing and potentially hit hard enofig to break a wrist but turning , she’s taken a back and his name falling from her frantic expression,

— “min-su.” , part of her surprised he’d even survived this chaos , the other part of her relieved as she follows his direction , “GO!”

[plyr124]

we’re a team. we need to listen to each other. you can’t just go rogue like that.

@125player

Nam-Gyu traced his teeth with his tongue, flattening his hands as he pushes his hair back entirely. The majority of it went behind his ear, but a few stubborn strands freed themselves from that fate, dangling defiantly in front of his face. But Nam-Gyu didn't fix them - didn't want to - it's just Min-Su, he thought. No one important. So what if he's perceived with a few strands of hair not going along with the flow? Someone like Min-Su wouldn't be able to appreciate all the hard work he puts into his appearance. Nam-Gyu does a lot to make himself look good, most of the beauty products he uses even feel like they burn his skin. But beauty is pain - something he wouldn't expect someone who looks like Min-Su to understand. He should be lucky Nam-Gyu even gives him the time of day!

Yes - Nam-Gyu, for all what he thought, didn't like Min-Su. Hated him at best, loathed him at worse. He was what's wrong with this world - he looks like someone who'd want to be coddled just to not face the harsh truths of reality. Nam-Gyu doesn't do coddling - his profession would tie him with a zip tie and cast him aside if he did. And that'd be embarrassing - weak, so instead he grew some self respect and kept his mind focused on going forward and avoiding any situations he can't handle. When it's clouded that's when he rests. But never coddled.

"As if," He didn't scoff, even if his expression teased one. He wouldn't want to give Min-Su the energy - the most he'd do was shake his head, "I know this may be surprising for you, but some of us work better without unnecessary weight. I'll do what I want, okay? Unless you're gonna start barking, stop being a bitch and grow a brain." And to ice the cake, he gave a false smile - it didn't even last two seconds until it dropped.