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Nam-gyu was trying his best to calm himself down after beating the six legged pentathlon. His chest felt like it was on fire and his heartbeat was pounding. He glanced around at his team. Min-su looked like he’d piss himself, eyes closed and breathing erratic. Se-mi was patting his back and murmuring reassurances to him. Gyeong-su was smiling but he was still visibly shaken. And lastly Thanos, Thanos was cheering aloud while pumping his fist in the air. Seemingly not affected by barely crossing the finish line. Thanos just so happened to glance over at Nam-gyu, his smile increasing.
“I knew you could do it Nam-su!”
“Nam-gyu.”
Nam-gyu corrected with a glare but his words held no real heat to them.
“Yeahhh that’s what I said”, Thanos said before turning his attention to Min-su. “Min-su my boy! I didn’t doubt you for a second!”
Thanos clapped Min-su on the shoulder while grinning. Min-su looked up and returned Thanos’ grin with a shaky smile. The others began to converse as Nam-gyu got lost in his head.
Nam-gym felt his irritation rise and glared at Min-su. Why did that whiny bitch get reassurances when he ate up a majority of their time panicking? Why did Thanos get his name right? He doesn’t have much time to dwell on this though, as they all soon exited the playground esc room. Thanos heads straight for his bed, he flops down unceremoniously. Nam-gyu right on his heel as always leaned against the bed frame grinning down at Thanos. Thanos paid him no mind, mumbling new words for his raps. Nam-gyu took this time to tug down on his sleeves. His sweater was a little too short to fully encase his hands in the sleeves. He preferred his skin covered majority of the time, he felt more secure and comfortable that way. He tugged more vigorously at his sleeves.
“What are you doing?” Thanos asked while he glared up skeptically at Nam-gyu.
Nam-gyu flushed slightly at the question. He didn’t know he was being that obvious about his habit.
“Nothing.” Nam-gyu said as he continued to fidget with his sleeves. Thanos glances at him again before sighing deeply and sitting up. He tugs his sweater off and shoves it at him, Nam-gyu scrambles to catch it. Nam-gyu tilts his head slightly before asking Thanos.
“What’s this for?”
“So you stop looking a pathetic little bitch, fidgeting with your hands,” Thanos says while staring intently at him. “I can’t have someone looking like that on Team Thanos y’know?”
“I don’t need handouts and it’s not like that.” Nam-gyu bristles. His fidgeting isn’t nearly as bad as Min-su’s regardless. Thanos’ analyses his face quickly and smirks.
“ Whatever you say, bro. ” then adds with a wink, “listen I can take it back if you don’t want it.”
Thanos reaches out to take his sweater back but is stopped. Nam-gyu scoffs lightly before shrugging his own sweater off and handing it to Thanos. He puts on Thanos’ sweater and immediately feels better. The sleeves are at just the right length, covering his hands while still giving him mobility. He smiles to himself then turns to Thanos.
“Thanks bro! I owe ya one!”
“It looks better on you anyways, besides this smaller sweater will flex off my body better!”
Thanos says smirking while dramatically flexing his muscles. Nam-gyu preens at Thanos’ offhand compliment. A feeling of fondness mixed with longing swirls in his chest as he admires Thanos.