#plays124.

[mgco1n]

* cont. / @plays124

his eyes stayed shut with an ease that made it seem, to anyone looking, like he was buried in a sleep so deep it’d take hours to pull him out. yet that theory vanished fast, courtesy of nam-gyu’s bare hand shaking him back into consciousness. lids cracked open just enough for the back of a porcelain-pale hand to brush over them, and then came the sinking twist in his gut. myung-gi almost wished it had been the edge of a blade from one of the bastards on the hunt for his head. instead it was worse. fucking worse. fucking nam-gyu. the memories of previous night were scattered, like a film he’d seen but couldn’t recount without forcing himself to piece it together. the pressure. the club. jun-hee’s endless calls buzzing his phone until he nearly snapped it in half. the morbid irony of running into mothers with babies at every corner he turned. mg coin needed somewhere else, somewhere new, still untouched by his ghosts. and where better than the one place he swore he’d never set foot? club pentagron. nam-gyu being there was inevitable, it was the bastard’s work place, but at least thanos was far out of the city. no risk of bumping into the rapper, and nam-gyu was more bark than bite when kept off his leash. the last place he expected to end up was in his bed; memories of his moans still fresh in his mind to make him both curse himself and understand exactly why he’d failed so easily.

“ fuck... ” it slipped out pathetic as mg coin pushed himself upright, sweat still clinging to his skin in thin, sticky trails he couldn’t hide. his fingers fumbled blindly until they found the blanket, pulling it over his lower half in a weak attempt at modesty. “ this... this didn’t fucking happen. you, you were drunk, i was fucking drunk, nothing happened! you... you know that, right? don’t you? ” he repeated, firmer, desperate for the other to confirm the lie he was trying to write into reality. a flimsy note-to-self that none of this was real; no matter what their common sense said.

[mgco1n]

put that down , you don't know what it ( is / does ) . / from @plays124 he's talking about his drugggs and he's trembling hehhehahaha

myung-gi might not know how to name everything out here, but he wasn’t goddamn stupid. even if he couldn’t quite label whatever the fuck it was he had in his hands, it didn’t take a genius to know it wasn’t good news. “ you really think i don’t know what a goddamn drug is, do you? ” he asked, voice edged like a knife as his porcelain-pale fingers toyed with thanos’ necklace after bending down to grip it. god knows he’d looked borderline feral when it first slipped across the guys’ bathroom floor, less so once myung-gi got his hands on it, and now he was trembling like a dog in the heat because myung-gi dared to open it instead of handing it back right way. “ trust me, i- i know what it does, even if you don’t fucking realize it, ‘cause i’m literally seeing how pathetic it makes you look, ” he muttered, eyes scanning the cold sweat, the twitchy fingers, the way nam-gyu seemed like he might either bolt or collapse. myung-gi stepped in closer, a flicker of something darker in his gaze as he moved like he might give it back, only to pull it away again just as nam-gyu’s fingers brushed the chain, teasing like a handler dangling raw meat just out of reach. “ dare i say, even you don’t know what the fuck it does- it belonged to thanos first, didn’t it? not you, ” the necklace dangled between them now, swinging just slightly, breath brushing the space between their faces as he leaned just a bit too close. “ ...do you even know what the fuck you’re doing, nam-gyu? ”

[mgco1n]

don't tell anyone about this . / from @plays124

it wasn’t like myung-gi was particularly excited to go around shouting to the world that he’d been bonding with nam-gyu in the small, quiet moments between games. there was no one he could really tell, and frankly? no one would believe him even if he did. let alone thanos’ pathetic junkie ass; rapper could barely make his mind function without acting like a neanderthal half percent of the time. yet it still felt good knowing that nam-gyu didn’t want anyone else to find out his little secret. how close they’d gotten. it gave myung-gi a certain sense of power, like he held something over him. not that he planned to use it, but it was nice to know he could, if he ever wanted to. “ don’t tell anyone, ” he mimicked under his breath with a scoff, patient running thin when it came to other male.

“ right, sure- wouldn’t want people knowing thanos’ loyal attack dog spends his nights practically glued to my damn hip. god forbid your precious reputation suffers, ” he leaned over the edge of the bunk again, letting the metal groan beneath his weight. “ ...you ever stop to think how pathetic it looks? you biting my head off in front of everyone, then trailing after me like some deranged echo when the lights go out? ” myung-gi honestly didn’t expect a response; he was already halfway back into his spot, head rested like he couldn’t care less about his anxiety-filled words. “ and don’t flatter yourself. you don’t disgust me, ” darkess didn’t keep nam-gyu from seeing the deadpan look printed across his glare, “ it’s adorable, you know. watching you try so hard to pretend i don’t get under your skin when you’re basically gift-wrapping yourself with a bow. now just let me sleep. ”