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Min-su touched his swollen cheek, whimpering at the sting. It hurt. That salesman slapped hard, almost as if he’d done it a hundred times before.
His eyes dropped to the calling card and the handful of cash he’d earned from the game of Ddakji. It seemed really sketchy for someone to accept this.
But what other options did a failure like him have? Min-su was in a desperate situation. He was drowning in debt—student loans for a degree he’d probably never finish, months of unpaid rent, and the kind of money owed to men who spoke with their fists rather than their words.
The salesman from the subway had said he could earn more if he joined a game. A chance to win big. All he had to do was make a call. It sounded absurd, like a trap. But maybe falling into that trap would be better than the constant, suffocating pressure of his current life.
With a shaky breath, he slipped both the cash and the card into his jacket pocket. Grabbing his keys, he trudged toward his apartment door, the worn wood barely holding together. The apartment was a dump, but it was all he could afford—and even that was a stretch.
But it was already open. Unlocked.
His breath hitched.
He slowly pushed the door open. Smoke hit him immediately, the scent making his throat tighten. He instinctively held back a cough, clamping a hand over his mouth.
There he was.
Thanos. His boyfriend. Ex-boyfriend.
Min-su felt himself backing away from the door. He had been really careful, right? The door hadn’t made a noise. He could still leave. Run.
As if he could ever hide. Not from him.
“Min-su, my boy,” He flinched violently, his body betraying him. Of course, Thanos had known he was there. He always did. Thanos had a way of sensing him, of knowing exactly where Min-su was, even when he didn’t want to be found. “Come here, baby. I missed you.”
Thanos sat on the battered couch like he owned the place, his body sprawled out carelessly. His legs were propped up on the coffee table, scuffed shoes still on. Min-su noticed about three empty beer bottles on the table. That meant he had already been drinking.
Then there was an empty soda can from Min-su’s trash, which Thanos had turned into an ashtray for his cigarette.
Min-su closed the door with shaky hands. What was he even thinking? Run away? Fight back? Against Thanos? That was ridiculous—pure suicide. Thanos would find him no matter where he went. He always did.
It had been a year since Min-su had dared to end things between them— not that it mattered. Thanos didn’t accept it anyway, and why should he? Min-su was his property, after all. So Thanos kept coming back to his apartment, claiming what belonged to him.
Min-su thought he had a valid reason to leave him. He was embarrassed—ashamed, even. He wasn’t in any kind of position to be in a relationship. He barely had enough money to scrape by, let alone buy gifts or treat someone like Thanos deserved. He couldn’t even take care of himself properly, much less someone else.
When Min-su ended it that night, he knew he’d never forget Thanos’ fury. Never. Thanos’ rage was unforgettable, burned into Min-su’s mind like a scar. The way he lost control that night… it was horrifying.
Min-su hadn’t fought back then. He didn’t dare. He just laid there and taken the beating like the dog he was. It was familiar anyway - being hit, being hurt. That was all he was good for.
Min-su gnawed nervously at his lower lip, keeping as much space between himself and Thanos as the tiny room would allow.
Thanos took a drag from his cigarette and blew the smoke in Min-su’s direction, “Min-su.” he called out.
Just hearing his name in that tone made Min-su flinch. His body moved on its own, inching closer, obedient as ever. He hated himself for it, but he didn’t stop. He never could.
Defying Thanos wasn’t an option. It was impossible, unthinkable. And, truthfully, Min-su didn’t even want to. He was so used to being Thanos’ little dog, his punching bag, that it felt normal now. Comfortable, even.
After all, who else would ever look twice at garbage like him? Thanos was the only one who bothered to keep such a useless thing around. The only one who saw any value in his worthless existence.
Thanos had witnessed every humiliating moment of Min-su’s pitiful life - if you could even call it living. He was Min-su’s first everything, the only one who hadn’t abandoned him yet. The only one willing to touch something so dirty, so broken.
Who else would? No one. Min-su knew that.
Despite being the one who’d broken things off, Min-su couldn’t imagine life without him. He didn’t know how to exist without Thanos.
Perhaps Thanos was the only thing keeping him from completely falling apart.
Thanos stubbed out the butt of his cigarette in the ashtray. Without warning, he grabbed Min-su by the waist and pulled him onto his lap. The sudden movement made Min-su let out a startled squeak, his small hands instinctively pressing against Thanos’ chest to keep his balance.
“How’s my baby Min-min doing, huh?” Thanos raised a hand to Min-su’s cheek, brushing his fringe behind his ear to get a better look at his face. “Those thugs still coming after ya? Want me to deal with ’em?”
Thanos wasn’t one to make empty threats, and Min-su knew exactly who he was talking about: the relentless loan sharks and his landlord, all of whom hounded him for the debts he couldn’t pay. They always came at night, fists ready, leaving behind bruises on Min-su’s delicate skin—marks that pissed Thanos off more than anything.
Min-su shook his head quickly. “N-No trouble today.” he stammered.
Thanos’ lips curled into a satisfied smirk. “That’s my good boy,” he said, watching Min-su lap up the bare minimum of praise. “You eat yet?”
Another small shake of Min-su’s head.
Thanos pretended to pout, “Aw, Min-su, you know I can’t let my baby boy go hungry,” his hand then came to trace Min-su’s lip, “Let me take care of you. Fill you up real nice you won’t forget who owns this ass.” His other hand grabbed Min-su’s ass cheek, squeezing hard enough to leave marks.
Min-su’s mouth opened with a pathetic whine, “Thanos...”
“Yeah?” Thanos sat up straighter now, pupils blown wide, “You gonna let me hit?”
Min-su could barely think straight with Thanos grinding against him like a dog in heat, just making these desperate little noises that fed Thanos’ ego.
“C’mon baby,” Thanos was getting rough now, rubbing harder against Min-su, “Let me have my way.”
Min-su wanted to cry. They’d just done this last week, and his abused hole was still sore from the brutal use of his body. Walking had been a challenge for days, and today was the first time he managed without wincing in pain.
With clumsy fingers, Thanos began to unbutton Min-su’s pants, “Just the tip, Min-min. Your tight hole’s the only thing you’re good for anyway. Those club sluts at The Pentagon can’t compare to my Min-su. You special, feel me?”
Tears welled in Min-su’s eyes. Of course Thanos was fucking others. It does hurt, but what right did he have to object? He’s not even his boyfriend anymore. But the thought still hurts. The thought of Thanos doing this with someone else, the same begging, kissing, and same rough fucking, just proved how replaceable he really was.
Yet, Min-su was ready to ignore it all. After all, who else would want him like this, if not Thanos?
“Just... just the tip?” Min-su whimpered pathetically, knowing what a stupid thing he was to believe such an obvious lie. Thanos would ram into his worthless hole until he was bruised inside, just like always.
Thanos smirked, “Just the tip.” he lied, already reaching for his belt buckle with practiced ease.
Min-su couldn’t believe he had made it this far. The game was merciless, killing anyone who lost, yet somehow, he had managed to survive a round.
He made a friend. Se-mi was her name. She was the first person to approach him when the guards announced the next round required teams.
“Are you sure you want me as your teammate?” Min-su asked nervously, rubbing his arm as he avoided her gaze.
Se-mi shrugged casually, “Yeah, why not? You’ve got a pretty face,” her lip ring catching the light as she gave him a lopsided grin. “Don’t look like the type to stab anyone in the back.”
“What’s up, Señorita?”
Min-su froze. That voice was impossible to mistake. He risked a glance.
It was him. Thanos. The man he’d been avoiding since day one.
The first time Min-su saw Thanos was in the dorms, during the guard’s announcement about everyone’s debts. His face had flashed across the big screen, and Min-su had gone cold. That was the moment he decided to steer as far away from the man as possible. And yet, here Thanos was.
Even here, Thanos wouldn’t leave him alone?
Se-mi turned to face the man without hesitation, her expression cool and unbothered. “Ah, sorry, but I’ve already picked someone,” she said, twirling her lip ring between her fingers.
Thanos cocked his head, “That’s fine. Who is it?”
Se-mi was about to step aside to reveal Min-su, but Min-su grabbed her arm in a desperate attempt to stay hidden. His head was lowered, his body trembling slightly as he clung to her sleeve.
Se-mi raised an eyebrow, clearly puzzled. “What’s up? You shy or something?” she asked.
Min-su didn’t respond, only shaking his head in silence.
But it didn’t matter how tightly he clung to her or how low he bowed his head. Thanos had already seen him.
Player 124, standing beside Thanos, scoffed loudly. “You’ve gotta be kidding me. That’s who you picked?” He spat, “There’s no fucking way I’m teaming up with a weakling like him. We’d be dead before the game even starts.”
“Baby?” Thanos said suddenly.
Min-su flinched but slowly raised his head, meeting Thanos’ gaze.
Se-mi’s sharp eyes darted between them, her expression unreadable, though her lips twitched slightly. “Wait a second,” she said, her voice flat. “You two know each other?”
Behind Thanos, his group erupted into laughter.
“Damn. Didn’t know you was into dudes like that,” Player 124 snickered, jabbing Thanos. “Never took you for the homo type.”
Thanos remained silent as he moved closer to Min-su. He yanked Min-su away from Se-mi and pulled him into a tight embrace.
“Oh, my Min-min,” Thanos murmured, his eyes fluttering closed. After a few seconds, he slowly pulled away from the hug, his hands moving to cup Min-su’s face with a surprising gentleness. “From now on, you stick with me, got it?”
Player 256 sneered, his eyes narrowing as he looked Min-su up and down with clear disdain. “We’re not gonna make it past the next round with that loser.”
Min-su barely registered the sting of Player 256’s words. They were true anyway. He wasn’t like the others—he wasn’t cut out for this. The only reason he was still standing was a twisted kind of miracle, nothing more.
Thanos, however, was having none of it. He spun on his heels, narrowing his eyes as he stalked toward Player 256. “The fuck did you say about my boy?”
The boy faltered, shifting his gaze quickly between Thanos and Player 124, “N-Nothing, man,”
“Everyone, please take a seat as the first two groups are about to play,” one of the pink guards announced to everyone.
Thanos shot Player 256 one last glare, then raised his finger at him. “This isn’t over, brother,” he muttered before turning to grab Min-su by the shoulder and pulling him away from the crowd.
They all sat in the fourth row of groups, watching as every two groups played in front of them. Some succeeded in the game, but, of course, some of them also got killed.
Se-mi kept stealing glances at Min-su. He, too, found himself drawn to her. He wanted to sit beside her, to learn more about her—the way she seemed calm, kind, and fascinating in a place that was anything but. But Thanos wouldn’t allow it. He had to stay by his side, always.
As they watched the players face their fates, Min-su’s attention was suddenly drawn to Thanos. He noticed Thanos reaching inside his shirt to grab his cross necklace.
Min-su’s eyes widened. That... How did he manage to sneak that in?
No wonder Thanos’s pupils were larger than usual. He was high as a kite.
Thanos was vibing in his own world at first, not even noticing Min-su watching him. He was bobbing his head to some imaginary rhythm in his mind, fingers drumming on his leg. Then suddenly he caught Min-su staring and locked eyes with him. “Whatchu lookin’ at, my boy?”
Min-su blinked, trying to process what he was seeing. “Y-You’re high.”
Thanos laughed. “Hell yeah, I am.” He grinned, happily making gun signs with his hands.
“Thanos, you said you stopped,” Min-su said, his voice laced with concern. The last time Thanos kept using, he fainted and was diagnosed by the doctors as having overdosed. Min-su nearly died from worry that day.
“Relapsed,” Thanos shrugged casually, as though it were no big deal. “Chill out, baby. It’s only three pills a day,” he said casually.
“Three pills?” Min-su repeated, unable to believe what he was hearing. “Thanos...”
Thanos leaned in closer, his voice lowering to a teasing whisper. “Just tell me if you want some of this good shit, Baby Min. I’ve got more here,” he said.
Min-su didn’t know how to respond. He simply shook his head. He knew why Thanos was doing it—probably to dull the terrifying reality of this cruel, twisted place.
He heard Player 124—Nam-gyu, as he had learned his name to be—clear his throat. “So,” he began, gesturing lazily toward Thanos with a smirk, “You and him, huh?”
Min-su immediately shook his head, his voice stumbling. “W-We’re not together.”
Nam-gyu snorted, the corner of his mouth curling into a smug grin. “No shit, pretty boy. I saw him eating a chick out at my club last week. Right there where everyone could see,” he said, laughing sharply. “So you can imagine my shock when I heard about you.”
Min-su’s chest tightened painfully. He felt like he’d been gutted over and over again, “I-It’s fine... We’re not together,” he repeated softly, almost as if trying to convince himself.
Nam-gyu raised an eyebrow, his grin widening as he leaned in closer, clearly enjoying himself. “You’re an ex then?”
Min-su gave a small, hesitant nod, pulling his legs up and hugging them to his chest like a shield. His body trembled with the effort of holding back tears. He wanted to break down, but he couldn’t—not here, not now.
Nam-gyu tilted his head, “Aw. Did he dump you?”
Min-su hesitated. He wanted to argue, to tell Nam-gyu no, to tell him that he was the one who ended things with Thanos. But what was the point? What would that even accomplish? Whether it was true or not, the result was the same. They were done.
So he nodded, keeping his face hidden.
Nam-gyu let out a sharp hiss through his teeth, shaking his head in mock pity. “Ooh, rough. Sorry, man, but you should’ve seen it coming. Everyone knows Thanos likes to ‘explore his options,’ but trust me, he’s always been straight. You were just... I dunno, a phase? Guess you caught feelings, huh?”
Min-su didn’t need to hear much to know Nam-gyu’s words were nothing but empty. The fake smile, the glint in his eyes—it was all too obvious. Nam-gyu wasn’t offering support. He was just like Thanos, a sadist getting off on his humiliation, poking at his wounds just to see how much it would hurt. He wanted to see him cry. They wanted him to break.
Thanos, thankfully, didn’t catch their whispering. His attention was locked on the game happening in front of them. Min-su, trying not to lose it, forced himself to focus too. He had to play gonggi later, so he kept his eyes on the other players, trying to pick up on their moves and timing so he wouldn’t end up looking stupid.
A sharp huff from Thanos broke his concentration. “MG fucking Coin,” Thanos muttered with a sneer. “Hope that idiot finally fucks up for good.”
Player 333—Myung-gi, the cryptocurrency YouTuber. Min-su knew who he was. Who wouldn’t? The guy was practically famous. Back when things were normal, Min-su had even thought about investing in crypto, but, of course, he never had the money to make it happen.
Nam-gyu snickered, leaning in closer. “Yo, check his face out. You really did a number on him, Thanos.”
Unfortunately for them—but a small victory for Min-su—Myung-gi successfully completed the jegi game. The playroom erupted in cheers as another group triumphed.
“The fuck are they all cheering for?” Thanos muttered bitterly, his jaw tightening. “I’m way better than that motherfucker. Just watch.”
When it was finally Min-su’s group’s turn, the tension in his chest threatened to choke him. But somehow, against all odds, they breezed through the games without a single hitch. Min-su almost thanked hundreds of gods because of it. He had survived. Again.
“We were so awesome!” Gyeong-su’s voice rang through the backroom as the triangle guards escorted them back to their quarters, “Seriously, the fastest team ever! Like, holy shit!”
“It’s all thanks to our little prodigy over here,” Se-mi added, nudging Min-su playfully on the arm. “Where did you even learn to play gonggi like that? You were unreal, like a pro or something.”
Min-su’s cheeks burned at the unexpected praise. “T-Thank you... I had sisters, so…”
Se-mi nodded as she listened to his words. “Your sisters must’ve been super protective of you,” she teased. “With a face like yours, I bet they kept you locked up so the world wouldn’t steal you away.”
They were protective. Very much so, in fact. At least, until Min-su decided he needed to live on his own. He’d wanted independence, craved the chance to stand on his own two feet. But as it turned out, he wasn’t as good at it as he thought.
When they stepped into the dormitory, the atmosphere felt strangely empty. Only a handful of players had returned. Most were still in the playroom, either finishing their games or… worse.
Thanos and Nam-gyu had retreated into their own world, sitting on an unavailable bed, popping pills into their mouths as they laughed together. Gyeong-su disappeared on his own, and Se-mi went straight to sleep, leaving Min-su alone.
Min-su’s eyes lingered on Thanos, silently hoping for some kind of acknowledgment—a look, a nod, anything to prove he wasn’t completely invisible. But Thanos didn’t so much as glance in his direction. All that talk about “stick with me,” and now he was acting like Min-su didn’t exist. Min-su couldn’t help but feel hurt by Thanos’ confusing behavior.
This wasn’t new, though. Thanos had always been unpredictable, always kept him guessing. He’d toss Min-su a bone when it suited him, acting like they were fine, only to snatch it away the moment Min-su got too comfortable. One moment, Thanos would be warm, like he actually cared, and the next, he’d act distant, dismissive, like Min-su’s presence was nothing more than an inconvenience. It kept Min-su on edge, trapped in a cruel game he could never win. Every word he said, every move he made, had to be calculated because one wrong step could set Thanos off. And when Thanos got angry, it wasn’t something Min-su wanted to deal with.
And what was worse? Thanos knew it. He liked it. He wasn’t oblivious to the effect he had on Min-su; he was fully aware. He liked the power, the way Min-su scrambled to keep up, desperate not to cross him. It was just another way for Thanos to show he was in control. And Min-su, no matter how much it hurt, was still too afraid to walk away.
Eventually, Min-su found himself in the bathroom. He leaned over the sink, letting the cold water cascade over his hands before splashing it onto his face. So far, this was his favorite place—peaceful and quiet. Here, he could breathe, even if just for a moment.
The sound of a toilet flushing echoed through the bathroom, followed by the door creaking open.
Player 333 stepped out, tugging at the waistband of his pants, which sat slightly askew. Min-su, standing stiffly at the sink, caught his reflection in the mirror. For the briefest moment, their eyes met.
Min-su quickly looked away, heat rushing to his face. The last thing he wanted was for Myung-gi to think he was some kind of weirdo staring at people in the bathroom. He focused on rinsing his hands, the cold water grounding him just enough to keep his mind from spinning out.
“Hey.”
Min-su jumped slightly at the sudden voice before glancing to his side. Myung-gi was now standing next to him at the sink, washing his hands with casual precision.
Is he seriously trying to start a conversation? Min-su thought nervously. He hated small talk. He didn’t know how to do it, and every time he tried, he ended up saying something weird or awkward.
“H-Hi,” Min-su managed to say, barely audible, his voice nearly swallowed by the sound of running water. He turned off the faucet and fumbled for a tissue, his hands trembling slightly as he dried them
“I saw you come in with Thanos and his little gang,” Myung-gi remarked, not sparing him a second glance as he scrubbed his hands.
He froze. Oh no. Is he going to beat Min-su up? The memory of Thanos and Myung-gi’s mutual hatred flashed in his mind.
“Y-Yeah…” Min-su replied hesitantly. He risked a glance at Myung-gi’s face, but the older player didn’t look particularly threatening. His expression remained neutral as he rinsed his hands under the stream of water.
Myung-gi stopped washing his hands and turned off the faucet. Rather than grabbing a towel, he carefully shook his hands out over the sink, making sure no stray droplets fell in Min-su’s direction.
“You don’t really look like the type to be hanging around someone like him,” Myung-gi said, finally facing Min-su directly. “Did he pressure you into joining his team or something?”
Min-su shook his head quickly. “N-Not really… It was Se-mi he wanted at first… and I was just… with her.”
“Oh, the girl, huh?” Myung-gi nodded as if it all made sense.
“Y-Yes.”
“If Thanos makes you uncomfortable, dump your team. Join me instead,” Myung-gi offered casually. “It’s not like I have a team, either. You’d actually be the first person I’ve invited to join me.”
Min-su blinked, caught off guard by the sudden offer. “W-Why me?” he asked, genuinely confused. He wasn’t used to being noticed, let alone chosen.
Myung-gi gave him a small smile. “You don’t seem like the type to stab someone in the back,” he replied simply. His words echoed something Se-mi had said earlier.
They silently walked back to the dormitory together. Min-su trailed behind Myung-gi, still trying to process the unexpected offer. When the metallic door slid open, Min-su froze, his eyes widening in disbelief.
He was greeted by the sight of Thanos in the middle, holding Nam-gyu by the collar of his jacket, nearly lifting him off the ground.
“The fuck you tell him, you little shit?!” Thanos snarled. Spit flew from his mouth as he leaned in close to Nam-gyu’s face.
“N-Nothing, man! Just the truth!” Nam-gyu answered, his hands clutching at Thanos’s wrist in a feeble attempt to loosen the grip.
Thanos looked like he was about to pop a vein. He didn’t even bother with Nam-gyu’s dumb reply. “Where the fuck is he? Where my Min-su at?!”
“I-I don’t know—!” Nam-gyu started yelling, but froze mid-sentence when his eyes locked onto something across the dormitory. His face lit up with a smug grin as he spotted them. “Well, well, look who finally showed up.”
Min-su felt the blood drain from his face. Thanos’ head snapped around to follow Nam-gyu’s gaze. At first, Thanos’ expression softened, a wave of relief crossing his face when he saw Min-su standing there. But the relief was short-lived. The moment his eyes landed on Myung-gi, that relief was replaced with pure rage.
Thanos dropped Nam-gyu to the floor and stormed toward them. “MG fucking Coin!” he shouted.
Min-su’s heart raced as he instinctively stepped back. His eyes flicked between Thanos and Myung-gi, not sure how to stop this from getting worse.
Beside him, Myung-gi remained calm. He heard the man mutter. “This braindead fuck just won’t quit.”
“What?” Myung-gi sneered, unbothered. “Gonna hit me like a girl again?”
Thanos’ face twisted into a snarl as he spat out in perfect English, “Motherfucker! What the hell are you doing with my Min-su, huh?! He’s mine!”
Min-su took a deep breath. He needed to step in, to do something before things escalated further. “T-Thanos—” he started, his voice shaking, but Myung-gi cut him off before he could say more.
“My Min-su?” Myung-gi scoffed, “You seriously think you can just claim him like that? He’s not some damn possession, you idiot.”
Min-su felt his heart drop. He appreciated Myung-gi’s words—at least someone was standing up for him—but he knew damn well that wasn’t the smartest thing to say to Thanos.
Before Thanos could spit out another word, Min-su acted on instinct. He reached out and grabbed Thanos’s wrist, using every bit of strength he could muster to pull him away from Myung-gi. He wasn’t sure what he hoped to accomplish, but he couldn’t stand there and let things spiral out of control. To his surprise, Thanos didn’t resist. He allowed himself to be pulled. He could feel Thanos watching him closely from behind.
Once inside the bathroom, Min-su thought he could catch his breath, but the moment they crossed the threshold, Thanos snapped. With one quick motion, he jerked his arm from Min-su’s grip, sending Min-su stumbling back from the force of the pull. Min-su caught himself just before he could fall.
He rubbed his arm, the muscles sore from the rough tug, and looked up at Thanos. His voice came out small, almost timid, “T-Thanos...”
“What is it, Min-su?” Thanos began, “What did I do wrong to you, huh?”
“My cock’s not good enough for your greedy hole anymore?” Thanos continued, “So you had to go for that motherfucker?!”
Thanos’ jealousy was a monster Min-su could never tame. Never. Thanos would get jealous easily. He didn’t need evidence, didn’t need reason—he only needed his imagination, which was more than enough to conjure up every possible betrayal. He’d even get jealous of people Min-su wasn’t even sure he’d ever met.
“W-What are you even saying?” Min-su whimpered pathetically.
“Don’t play fucking dumb with me, man!” Thanos said frustratedly, “You know exactly what I’m talking about! You’re a slut—a filthy, ungrateful slut! You don’t even love me anymore, do you?”
“T-Thanos—”
The sudden slam against the bathroom stall made his teeth clatter, the impact rattling through his bones. Thanos leaned in, “How was he, huh? Was MG a good fuck? Was he worth betraying me for? Did he make you scream like the whore you are?”
Min-su’s entire frame shook as Thanos’ accusations poured out. But Thanos wasn’t done. His fingers tangled roughly in Min-su’s hair, yanking his head back until their faces were inches apart.
“What’s his dick like?” Thanos growled, “Is it bigger than mine? Better than mine? Did he scratch that itch you’ve been hiding from me? Tell me the truth, Min-su.”
“Nnghhh~” A whimper escaped Min-su’s lips as Thanos gripped his hair, forcing his head back.
“How could you do this to me, Min?” Thanos fake-cried. “I’ve always been good to you. Even when you tried breaking up with me, I never left, man. I stuck around like a damn fool. That’s how much I’m ride or die for you.”
Min-su choked when Thanos’ tongue went all over his neck like a starved animal, violating his bare skin. “You my bitch, ya feel me?” he whispered, peppering the bare neck with small kisses. “You belong to me, my Min-min. Please don’t leave me, huh? Try to leave me, I dare you. I’ll kill myself if you do. I’ll kill you first, then myself. You’re mine, Min-su. All mine. That’s how it is. You ain’t goin’ nowhere. You hear me? Nowhere.”
No matter how twisted, grotesque, and unsettling Thanos’ words were, Min-su couldn’t deny the way his heart fluttered—a weak, confused response he hated himself for.
He was cursed, yet strangely blessed. His life, worthless as it was, somehow meant something because of Thanos.
Thanos, who was so obsessed with him, possessive. Thanos, who always fucked him good, so deep, so brutally, that he couldn’t walk for days. Thanos, who loved to thrust his tongue down Min-su’s throat until he couldn’t breathe, always pushing, taking what he wanted. Min-su knew him like the back of his hand. He knew him inside out, as if he’d learned every twisted bit of Thanos.
This was the fate Thanos had carved for them. Min-su saw it now, clear as day. Because no matter how far the puppet tried to run, the puppeteer always pulled the strings back home.
Thanos continued his assault on Min-su’s neck, covering the skin with licks and kisses, leaving it soaked in saliva.
“Thanos...” Min-su’s small voice broke through his hiccups, “...Cock.”
Thanos paused his biting, lifting his head slowly to gaze down at Min-su’s tear-streaked face.
Min-su’s little hands shook as they fumbled with the tie on Thanos’ pants. His movements were clumsy. “Cock...” he repeated as he sniffed, tears still fresh on his cheeks.
Thanos released his grip on Min-su’s hair only to clamp his veiny hand around Min-su’s fragile neck, squeezing the delicate throat like a vice. “Cock?” he repeated mockingly, “Is this what you’re begging for, baby boy?”
Thanos’ free hand grabbed onto Min-su’s and pushed it against his crotch. Min-su could feel it pulsing, hot against his palm. It wasn’t fully hard yet, but it was undeniably big.
He shamelessly ground his semi-hard length against Min-su’s palm, letting out a guttural groan, “Ah, fuck.” His hold on Min-su’s neck squeezed tighter.
Min-su wheezed for air, like a fish yanked from water, his free hand clawing at Thanos’ wrist in a frantic attempt to pry it off his throat.
“Bet you begged MG just like this,” Thanos growled. “Didn’t you, huh? No wonder he couldn’t say no to you. Just look at yourself. So fucking pretty when you beg.”
“Thanos... I can’t—” Min-su’s face flushed, on the verge of turning purple.
“Shut up, baby. I love this look on you,” Thanos said, amusement dancing in his eyes. “So ready to be ruined. So fuckable. This broken face is mine. Only I get to destroy you like this.”
Oh, God. Min-su felt his eyes roll into the back of his head.
The feeling of choking as Thanos violated his palm by rubbing it. Fuck. He was in heaven.
Eventually, Thanos let go. His grip on Min-su’s neck loosened, and his hand fell away. Min-su collapsed forward slightly, coughing as he sucked in air. Drool dripped from the corner of his mouth as he gasped, “Let’s turn you around, baby boy,” Thanos ordered. Without giving Min-su a chance to react, he grabbed his shoulder and spun him around, pressing him forcefully against the hard surface of the bathroom door.
Thanos didn’t wait. His hands yanked Min-su’s pants and underwear down in one swift motion. The fabric slid down to pool at Min-su’s ankles, leaving him bare and vulnerable. Min-su’s hands flew up instinctively, splaying against the cold door to steady himself.
A low whistle escaped Thanos’s lips as he took in the sight before him. His large hand slid over the crack of Min-su’s cheeks, gently caressing the outside. Min-su bit his lip.
“You’re still red over here, baby,” Thanos observed, his finger tracing a gentle path along the sensitive area. “Still hurts, hm?” he murmured into Min-su’s ear, kissing the tip of it.
Min-su nodded weakly. It was true. It had only been two days since Thanos wrecked him in his apartment. He had bled so much that day that even now it still stung. His bum was still red and raw from the abuse.
“Your thighs okay?” Thanos asked, his lips brushing against Min-su’s clothed shoulder. He didn’t even need to ask. He was still going to use them anyway.
“I-It’s fine. Use them.” Min-su said quietly.
“I knew you’d let me, my baby boy.” Thanos inhaled Min-su’s scent possessively.
Thanos’s mood changed again. He was surprisingly gentle and considerate with him, as if he wasn’t just planning to bash Min-su’s skull against the wall over a jealous rage.
Thanos’ large hands kneaded Min-su’s fat cheeks, making him squeak. He could hear Thanos hum with every squeeze he made. He was massaging them in a circular motion, spreading his ass wide apart and then bringing them back together.
Each time Thanos spread him apart, the cool air brushed against Min-su’s puffy hole, making it clench reflexively. It didn’t help that Thanos wore rings, causing his touch to feel both warm and chilly against his skin.
Min-su jerked suddenly when he felt a finger rubbing against his entrance.
“Ahhnn...!” A moan escaped Min-su’s lips before he could stop it. “T-Thanos…”
“Shh, shh...” Thanos whispered soothingly, applying just a bit more pressure with his finger. “I know, I’m just feelin’ it, baby...”
“N-No...” Min-su protested weakly. “Y-You were going to push it in...”
“I’m not... promise...” Thanos murmured, pressing a tender kiss to Min-su’s ear.
Min-su’s ears picked up the faint rustle of movement, followed by the wet sound of spitting and the slick noise of something being stroked. “Shit, Min-min, look what you fuckin’ do to me,” Thanos groaned, his hand moving up and down his length, feeling it thicken and harden.
Positioning himself between Min-su’s thick, tempting thighs—his favorite place to be—Thanos let out a low growl of satisfaction.
Min-su’s sobs were soft and shaky, his breath hitching as he felt the heated weight of Thanos’ cock pressing beneath him. “Fuck, baby. I’m gonna start movin’ now, alright?”
A choked moan tore from Min-su’s throat when Thanos pressed his legs tightly together. Thanos took his time, moving slow and steady, dragging out every second like he had all the time in the world. “Damn, this shit’s too good, and I ain’t even fucking your boy pussy yet,” he grunted, his breaths coming heavy as he rocked his hips. Each pull back and thrust forward was deliberate, with the flushed tip of his cock peeking out each time he moved forward.
Min-su’s fists clenched tightly, his body trembling as he gave himself over completely. He could feel Thanos’ cock sliding against the sensitive underside of his balls and length, the sensation making his head spin. It was too damn good.
“Cross your ankles for me, baby. You can do that, yeah? Come on,” Thanos asked, his voice heavy with breath. “That’s it. Good boy,” he said with a grin as Min-su obeyed without a second thought, locking his ankles like he was told.
The drag of Thanos’ cock against the soft insides of Min-su’s thighs had him trembling, the steady friction sending heat straight through him. A moan slipped out before Min-su could stop it, and he bit down hard, desperate to keep himself quiet. Thanos shifted, angling himself just right, so every thrust dragged deliberately against the underside of Min-su’s length, teasing him mercilessly.
“Fuck,” Thanos groaned, his breath hot and heavy against Min-su’s neck. “These thighs, man. So fat and soft. Shit feels fuckin’ amazing.”
“T-Thanos...~” Min-su whimpered helplessly. All he could do was moan and endure, taking it like a good boy as Thanos demanded. The friction felt so good, yet it stung, especially the way Thanos’s length almost entered Min-su’s puffy hole but kept sliding off, leaving him desperate and aching.
“Not so loud, Min-min,” Thanos hissed. He grabbed the hem of Min-su’s shirt, yanking it up roughly and forcing the fabric into his mouth. “Bite down and shut up,” he ordered.
Min-su obeyed without hesitation, his teeth sinking into the shirt as he muffled his pathetic sounds. His spit soaked the fabric, but Thanos didn’t care. His grip on Min-su’s hips was bruising, holding him in place as his thrusts became rougher. Each forceful movement slammed him forward against the hard door.
Min-su’s head spun. He hated how much he craved this and how completely Thanos had him under his control. Thanos panted into his ear, and Min-su could feel his hot breath on his skin. He was so close, and he hadn’t even touched himself once—just some rubbing that made him pathetically come. He could tell from Thanos’s ragged breathing and violent rhythm that he wasn’t far behind.
Thanos yanked his hair again, slamming Min-su’s face against the unforgiving cold door. “Close…”
Min-su’s cheek throbbed from the pressure of the door. Thanos’s brute strength only made it worse.
Without warning, Thanos viciously pulled his hair, spinning him around and forcing him to his knees. “Swallow this. Every last drop,” he ordered.
Min-su gulped at the sight. He opened his mouth, waiting for Thanos to come.
Gripping his head firmly, Thanos smirked lazily. “Drink up my babies, Min-min,” as the thick, white liquid splattered across Min-su’s face. Some of it managed to land straight in Min-su’s mouth.
Min-su waited for the last of it, then licked his lips, swallowing everything he could catch.
Thanos let out a heavy breath, a grin on his face. “If only those guards hadn’t taken my fucking phone, I’d have snapped a pic of you right now, babe,” he chuckled, scraping the cum from the corner of Min-su’s lips and pushing it back in. “Nah-uh, don’t let it all go to waste.”
Min-su obediently sucked on the tattooed finger.
“You’re so mine, Min-min. So mine. I’ll kill you and anyone who tries to take you from me,” Thanos said, cupping Min-su’s face. His tone softened in a way that only made it worse. “I love you, baby. So much.”
Min-su swallowed hard.
“If I die here, I’ll drag you down to hell with me,” his grip tightened on Min-su’s jaw. “Us, forever, right?”