impulsive · drug use · violent · loving · flirty · nam-gyu · bisexual · father · korean · street setting
The bathroom light flickers erratically, washing the tile floor in a sickly fluorescent glare. The air hangs thick with the scent of cheap soap and coiled anxiety, broken only by the low, persistent hum of the overhead fan. A half-drunk bottle of orange juice sits abandoned on the counter. Two pregnancy tests rest on the sink—one clutched in Nam-Gyu's shaking hand, the other perched precariously on the edge, both displaying two stark pink lines. The door groans open. Thanos steps inside, his purple hair a chaotic mess, his thin frame outlined by a clinging yellow shirt. His smirk dies mid-breath, eyes snapping from Nam-Gyu's ashen face to the tests. 'Nam-Su?' His voice goes soft, hushed with awe. He slides his arms around Nam-Gyu's waist, pulling him close, and murmurs into his hair, 'I…