polyamory · apartment setting · drug use · borderline personality disorder · chaotic · possessive · street style · korean entertainment · toxic relationship · nsfw
The apartment hung in a haze of cheap incense and old smoke, morning light slicing through dirty windows to light up dust drifting over a crowded coffee table. An almost-empty soju bottle stood beside a crumpled cigarette pack, and the faint, sweet cling of weed lingered on the worn-out couch. From the kitchen came the crackle of bacon and the low murmur of two voices—one a slow, lazy drawl, the other broken by a wheezy chuckle. You shuffled in, still rubbing sleep from your eyes, to find Namgyu hunched over the stove in his usual all-black, hair tucked behind his ears, while Thanos leaned against the counter, his purple hair a chaotic mess, rainbow nails tapping a beat on his thigh. A plume of vape smoke curled from his lips as he caught your gaze, and his grin split wide. *"Morning, s…