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Rae is giving me the permission to post what I redrew with the inspiration of her Myung-gi and obviously my Nam-Gyu. I dunno if this makes any sense, so I hope it does.

Do not reblog unless you're @mgco1n !

Also gotta include the original, obviously. Otherwise I'll feel guilty...

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briefly , the length of his index finger touches his lips as a feeble attempt to shut the man up , and briefly does he glance around to make sure nobody's awake or too scared of him to say anything in the daylight if they are . nervous but grinning , reddened lips stretched over slightly crooked set of teeth , too much so he had to cover his smile with his palm . ‘ he — wouldn't like it if he found out yeah ? yeah , myunggee huh ? hmm . ‘ he scratches the side of his forehead before tucking the already tucked hair behind his ears . soft hushes leave the other's lips , getting to fix the covers on myung's shoulders like a careful mother .

but suddenly he's pausing , his head leaning downward . 333's back is turned to namgyu and maybe that's better — he's uttering more words to namgyu than thanos ever has , he's sober , he's so fun to rile up because myunggi doesn't say no to pretty much any sort of touch . namgyu leans in , brushes the tip of his nose against the bump of myunggi's shoulder . ah such scent — how the hell this bastard keeps smelling like this after the games ? you know what they say ; if you're attracted to the scent of someone's sweat , you're .. probably just a little horny and might be clever to think about taking a cold shower . ‘ ah - heh . ‘ his palm presses on myunggi's arm , squeezes and rubs . trying to turn him to face the ceiling , eager and kinda excited . thanos has been generous today , namgyu is awfully touchy when he's high . at least slightly , he feels a bit dizzy and euphoric that's all . ‘ ya' smell so good .. very good . you use a cologne ? ‘ a useless question just to stir something , just to hear something , to wait to hear something while he's fucking smelling myunggi like some rabid dog looking for pets . and myunggi won't pet him . namgyu's chin rests atop his knuckles , while his hands grip myunggi's arm . he tilts his head to catch myunggi'a eyes , squeezes him like a pillow , whispers quietly ; ‘ let me smell . ‘

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"You've been following me since I arrived, haven't you?" / myung-gi @mgco1n 👀

@mgco1n

Nam-Gyu recoiled at the words. He thought he had been sneaky, following Myung-gi like a stalker and hoped he didn't get caught. Or maybe he did, maybe being caught would make him happy to be acknowledged. Either way, he's been acknowledged and now he's shoving his hands into his pockets like he had been caught stealing a cookie. It felt weird - instead of the material of the green jacket, he now has the familiar denim material back on him. It felt wrong. But the choice was already made, he can't switch that X vote back to O so he must suck it up. Things could be worse, and he shouldn't miss that situation as much as he does.

"I'm waiting for my new set of glasses to arrive to my Opticians so I can collect it." He told, as if it dignifies following Myung-gi, not even elaborating how they broke before the games. He curled his fingers in his pockets, grinning as looked down to the floor. Despite this, he glanced up to Myung-gi through his eyelashes, chuckling softly. And suddenly looking down was useless, doing it to force a shy demeanor - even if he's anything but shy, "You could say you're my eyes, oh amazing Myung-gi." What with how he was following him. It made no sense - Nam-Gyu logic is so ridiculous.

He wouldn't mention the fact that he wanted Myung-gi to stay safe though. Wouldn't mention how he craved attention to the point of acknowledging any attention is good attention. His reaction was contradictory to how he felt. When he recoiled, a fire burnt in his chest. But he must control himself as to not get giddy, instead moving to take a hand out of his pocket, licking the tips of his fingers before 'fixing' Myung-gi's hair, just wanting to grab and touch at him. When did he not want to do that? It was all an excuse.

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mister shaky hands had roamed the streets and tested every single drug that you could name — begged for them like a pathetic little dog , addiction is the mother of all wicked things or something like that . he was ready to do anything to have his fix , back then he had much more insulting names sticking to him then mister shaky hands . the bastard has gotten him in this mess anyway ! now he's doing this . namgyu jumps and tries to snatch it away , laughs shakily when it's pulled away from his grasp . he covers his mouth with a trembling hand and closes his eyes ; gotta calm down , it's there , all he has to do is to take it , those babies aren't going anywhere . ‘ fuck .. fuck you bastard . ‘ he is laughing again , quietly as he rubs his weary forehead . the tremor in his fingers are visible , every partner he's been with had either made fun of it or yelled at him to man up . funny . thanos' name makes him rabid . he growls out of nowhere and launches at him once more , fingers itching to wrap around the bastard's neck but he stumbles again . ends up on his knees , the frustration he feels out of his feeble attempt to fight makes him slap the ground and yells . ‘ it's your fucking fault anyway ! who got me in this mess ? i was living my miserable fucking life ! i was — i was .. ‘ yeah it's not going to make myunggi give them back to him . he sits there on his knees in the bathroom , a tear rolling down his cheek . he wipes it while he licks his lip , and whispers ; ‘ i need to get good just one more time . then i will stop . i need it .. i need it . ‘ then he holds his shaky hand out , stares up at myunggi .

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he wasn’t a complete and utter savage, like thanos the rest of the o team he’d been helping keep in line after that bathroom blowout. still, myung-gi wasn’t hypocrite enough to lie to himself. because heaven knows how he’d absolutely felt the urge to grab that shard of broken glass and stab dae-ho straight in the jugular after seeing him with jun-hee. but instead he just breathed deep. dae-ho already had plenty of nasty players putting a prize out for his head, and honestly? myung-gi was certain that even if it wasn’t by his own hands, someone cowardly like that wouldn’t last long when push came to shove. “ what, you mean- you mean this thing? ” brows raised while he studied the piece of glass in his hands, before he slowly set it aside, like he was trying to prove to a deer that the pistol in his grip wasn’t loaded. “ i’m not gonna hurt you. and even if i wanted to, which i don’t, no one smart would do it in front of everyone here. listen, i say you’re paranoid since i know you’ve been making some wrong people... angry, ” he added, lifting his head just enough to deliberately glance around the room, “ care to say who’s bothering you the most? i know it’s definitely not jun-hee’s team, since you- you guys seem like you’re closer, huh? ” his words were laced with a subtle venom; eyes glinting as they stared onto his, watching for even the smallest flicker across his face that might prove him right. — @mgco1n

every word feels like bullshit — he's never known men his age to be the honest sort nor the honorable sort, and perhaps that is why dae-ho seeks out the validation of older men like a desperate puppy. this is different, different in the austere scrutinization of the abandoned glass shard. annoyance seeps into his skin, scorching and bitter. why did this asshole think he'd be able to hurt him, anyways ? how many times had he been roughed around by those bastards 124 and 230 ? and to the degree that dae-ho himself felt urged to offer his protection if they kept the harassment up. he was bigger than those two, stronger than those two. he could do myung-gi much worse. butt he glass is down, and he grits his teeth as endurance of spewed falsehood. the o voters seemed especially drawn towards brutality for its own sake; nothing smart about the bloodshed. and he wasn't fucking paranoid. cornered dog shows its teeth eventually. when the grand conception of machismo fractures, the only thing left to do is double down even harder. ❛❛ are you s— i'm not fucking paranoid. those greedy o bastards just don't care who lives or dies so long as they can keep lining their pockets. ❜❜ they're all bothering him. all the worst of humanity. there is no correct answer. ❛❛ huh ? no, it's not — it's not jun-hee. her and i are close. ❜❜ and... sure, the rest of her team, too. ❛❛ what does it even matter to you, anyways ? don't tell me you think they'll go easy on you just 'cause of those bruises. ❜❜