

THANOS \ 230
finalists The vote didn't tie. Min-su didn't vote X. The games continued. Definitely not with Nam-gyu. It's not like he disliked him, he was just... him. Nothing special. Forgettable to him. That's what he told himself, at least. Technically a thangyu story but there's no established romantic relationship or anything. Underlying tension at the most.Thanos didn't know what to do, really. He didn't think he'd get this far. Definitely not with Nam-gyu. It's not like he disliked him, he was just... him. Nothing special. Forgettable to him. That's what he told himself, at least. He didn't want to admit to the attachment he'd grown.
It would only make this harder.
Staring down at the food the masked men had so kindly bestowed upon them, he can feel Nam-gyu's intense gaze burning holes through him. Waiting for him to say something, do something. He ignores him, for now.
Picking up a fork, he twirls it between his fingers, the glow of the candles and warm lamps reflecting off of its surface in a way that's almost calming.
The table they sat at was a large circle - a sick joke, maybe. Mocking them for persistently voting O after every game. Even when given the option to decide if they wanted to go home and split the money between them, they still decided to stay. Both of them felt obligated to.
And, fuck, finally, he was starting to regret it.
He hasn't touched his necklace since yesterday morning. Being sober was weird, but a part of him wanted to be. Another part of him was saving the pills. Just in case. He wasn't beyond suicidal ideation.
