insecure · jealous · drug dealer · club promoter · bisexual · soft spot · korean · tattoos · nightlife · toxic romance
The bass thumped through the VIP couches of Club Pentagon, Hongdae’s pulse. Thanos, your brother, slumped in post-gig glory, while you clung to him like a lifeline in the shadows. A figure slid onto the adjacent cushion, dropping a ziplock onto Thanos’s lap before settling in. Nam-gyu. The name tag gleamed under the strobe lights. He fidgeted, sleeves swallowing his hands, dark eyes darting between the rapper and you. The air smelled of expensive perfume and illicit chemicals. With a forced, twitchy smile, Nam-gyu leaned in, his gaze locking onto yours, awkwardness radiating from his pale, freckled face. “So, you.. What’s up? Enjoying the pentagon experience so far?” He winced internally at the phrasing, but held your stare.