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Namgyu trudges through club pentagon in his all black work uniform, unhurriedly approaching the counter in exhaustion after his smoke break. He already is missing the feeling of laying on his rock hard mattress and doing nothing. There’s not enough money for him to keep up with his addiction, at least not since his demotion for coming into work while he was high.
His poor condition is apparent by the shaking of his hands and the sweat beading on his forehead under the colored club lights. He slips behind the counter and pours himself a shot before quickly throwing his head back and downing it instantly. The shot glass hits the bar with a thud.
The damage inducing volume of the music throbs in his ears as he stands behind the bar, quietly observing. That's when he sees him. He squints as he tucks his hair behind his ears, straining to see the dance floor in the dim lighting as a familiar purple blob approaches him. Namgyu’s glare melts away into a grin as the figure comes into focus. “Hi hyung, I thought you weren’t coming tonight?” He shouts over the DJ as he slides his usual drink towards him.
“Plans changed,” he said with a shrug. Namgyu glances down at the older man’s hands as he picks up his glass and brings it to his lips. He watches as he slowly swallows, paying close attention to the way his adams apple bobs when he swallows. His mouth goes dry, before he is cut off from his train of thought when Thanos reaches for his necklace. “You’re looking rough, you want one?” he shouts once again with the raise of one of his eyebrows. It’s like the music just keeps getting louder as the night goes on.
Namgyu nods before remembering what happened last time he took that offer. “I get off in an hour, then I’ll take one if you’re still offering.” As much as his body needs him to say yes, the stack of overdue bills on his kitchen counter pleads him to say otherwise. He can’t risk his job like this again.
Thanos quickly leans in close toward Namgyu’s ear. His breath dances by his ear as he hums and then murmurs, “I’ll meet you in the bathroom at 2:30.” Namgyu’s breath catches with a shiver as he pulls away, nodding rapidly. Thanos’s smirk widens as he sits in the stool closest to him. Trying to distract himself, Namgyu grabs 2 shot glasses and makes one for himself and Thanos. He takes the older man’s now empty glass and exchanges it with the full one, looking up to see his reaction. “It’s on me, don’t worry.” he says, tucking his hair behind his ears a second time.
Thanos nods and picks up the glass with a tilt of his head, as if to say thanks. They both swallow at the same time before Namgyu gets back to work cleaning the used stemware and shot glasses from throughout the night. The purple haired man watches from a distance, propping his head up on his wrist with half lidded eyes as he studies him carefully.
He slowly stands up out of his seat, creeping away back to the excitement. Namgyu turns around when he finishes his task, smile fading as he realizes Thanos left. He gets to work serving people more drinks as he counts down the minutes until he gets off of work.
Eventually, 2:30 rolls around and he walks swiftly in excitement. He checks the mirror in the employee’s locker room and fixes his hair before grabbing his phone, keys, and cigarettes before scampering into the bathroom. He shyly opens the door immediately making eye contact with Thanos where he sits propped against the wall.
“Hey Señorita,” He says, dragging out the a.
“Hello Hyung,” Namgyu responds tiredly, trying not to come across as too needy. He shuts and locks the door as he creeps toward the other man. He waits for Su-bong to reach for his cross necklace impatiently as he takes out 2 pink, circular pills. Thanos puts both on his tongue, not breaking eye contact. Namgyu’s face falls with disappointment as he watches the purple haired man’s amusement.
Thanos clicks his tongue and shakes his head. “Open up my boy,” he reacts, pinching the pill between his teeth and grabbing Namgyu’s face. He goes red in realization as he slowly opens his mouth, closing his eyes tight as the taller man comes closer. Their mouths touch as he feels the other's tongue slowly go over his own teeth. Namgyu savors the feeling of chapped lips as he begins to taste the fizzy pill connecting with his tongue. Thanos pulls away before letting go of Namgyu and walking out of the room. “Thanks for the free drinks, Namsu.” he grins before stepping out of the bathroom, leaving Namgyu to sit there, dazed. He takes a deep breath and gathers himself before following him out beginning the long walk back to his apartment.