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You: u coming to lunch?
You: nvm see u lol
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25th march 10:35 pm
Su-bong🖕🖕: wnna link
You: doors open
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Namgyu woke up alone, as always. He couldn’t say he was surprised. Him and Su-bong had a good schedule going, Su-bong would text him, they’d get high, they’d fuck and in the morning pretend it didn’t happen. They’d been doing this for over 2 months now, crispy winters turning to warm spring days in an instant.
Namgyu begrudgingly got out of bed, he had a statistics class at 9 in the morning. Curse him for deciding to pick maths as a minor. He had learnt quickly that being good at something in high school doesn’t mean you will like it in community college. He didn’t even want to be there, he didn’t need a degree, he’d never wanted to go into anything academic. His parents had offered to pay for student accommodation though and god did Namgyu want to get out of that house, so he went.
He tutted as he looked in the minor, a couple new hickeys tracing his body. On his stomach, thighs, all the places where it wouldn’t be visible. They were sometimes the only reminder Namgyu had that whatever had happened had well, actually happened. Namgyu noticed Su-bong had left his hoodie there by accident, obviously having left in just his t-shirt. He made a mental note to give it back when no one was looking.
He popped his contacts in, he hated his glasses. They made his eyes look huge and distorted. He went to the little kitchen area, finding it empty. He always hoped that maybe he’ll find a certain someone there. Scrolling on his phone or working on lyrics, but no. Su-bong doesn’t hang around after hook ups.
Namgyu popped out and realised it was a warmer day, regretting his decision to wear his baggy zip-up, but he didn’t like to show his skin. Track mark’s aren’t pretty if he’s to be honest. Not like he’s ashamed of his use, everyone on campus knows he’s a junkie. It’s embarrassing the looks of pity he gets sometimes. Guys have this whole manic-pixie-dream-girl “I can fix him” attitude surrounding him, which pissed him off. He smiled to himself remembering the guy who said that he wouldn’t fuck Namgyu until he quit. Namgyu rolled a joint in-front of him and blew the smoke in his face.
Statistics was boring as shit, as always. He sat there doodling on his page, he just needed the credit anyway. His statistics professor was strict on attendance and all his grandparents had already “died” twice this semester. She had told Namgyu she would no longer accept that excuse from him. What a bitch. After what felt like hours, he was dismissed.
He speedwalked in the direction of the table they had claimed out on the green. By “they” he meant his friends. Well sort of his friends. He kind of hated them all - except Su-bong of course. Finally, he spotted Su-bong and the others, slumping down in the last available seat. Su-bong didn’t acknowledge his presence with more than a quick glance in his direction.
“How was stat, Namgyu?” Gyeong-Su asked happily, bumping shoulders with him.
Namgyu only glared at him before sticking him the middle finger. Fuck he had a headache, he needed a smoke.
“Ignore him Gyeong-su, he’s just in one of his bitchy moods. Minsu would know about those, wouldn’t you?” Se-mi said, laughing and grabbing Minsu’s shoulder beside him. Minsu only sunk deeper in his seat, he always had this look of despair permanently painted on his face. He was Namgyu’s roommate and possibly his least favourite person. God what a pussy.
If it were up to Namgyu, Minsu wouldn’t even be in the group, the only reason he’s was there is that the others (particularly Su-bong) had this weird obsession with the guy. Su-bong was always grabbing his cheeks, putting his arm around his shoulder. holding his hands. Shit he would never do with Namgyu in a million years. Namgyu smirked to himself, Su-bong would never do the shit he does to Namgyu to Minsu in a million years either.
He’s wasn’t really sure why it pisses him off so much. He never did well in relationships. He was getting the best of both worlds, drugs, sex and not having to a stupid dickhead on his back all the time.
He scoffed, imagine him and Su-bong doing cringy couple shit. Hah! Walking to class together, maybe Su-bong would hold his books for him, and later they’d sneak off to a cafe or something. Go on a date. Su-bong would give him his coat because he was cold and then they’d go back to their apartment… He’d no longer be living with Minsu of course! And when Su-bong finally made it in the rap game, because Namgyu knows he will, he would stay at home. Take care of the house, be spoiled, make the dinner. And then…
That’s enough of that.
“I forgot you have to live with him Minsu! Fuck I’d kill myself!” Gyeong-su started laughing but quickly stopped after seeing the look on Namgyu’s face.
“Ok fuck you too Gyeong-su.” He grumbled, of course the boy immediately started back tracking.
“He’s not so bad, I’m not home often anyway.” Minsu said finally, it was true. The boy always wanted to go home, same with Se-mi. It did work in their favour of course, Su-bong could come over basically whenever as Minsu slept at home 6 out of 7 nights. His parents were rich or something and lives nearby, Namgyu still doesn’t know why he even bothered looking for accommodation.
Se-mi started cackling, the hag. “Nah Namgyu you scared poor Minsu off! You’re a total bitch!”
“Well it’s not my fault he’s a fucking gay ass pussy.”
Minsu didn’t say anything, just looked down, and Se-mi stopped laughing. Of course his little guard dog would come to his aid immediately.
“Jesus christ Namgyu, this is why no one fucking likes you. He didn’t even say anything. Dunno why you’re always complaining about being single, what do you expect when you’re such a dick.”
Namgyu hated her so much. He looked at Su-bong, for some reason he expected him to say something. To jump in and admit that actually he loved Namgyu, he stuck around. Even just a, “leave him alone”, something, anything. Just to show he cared. They made eye contact. Namgyu held it. Su-bong didn’t.
It was clear he wasn’t gonna say anything. So Namgyu supposed he’d have to do it himself.
“Se-mi get the fuck off your high horse, what would you know being liked anyway? I don’t see you walking down the aisle either.”
“Please, Namgyu, we’re your only friends. We all have other people, there’s a reason you spend most nights alone, high off your mind.” The joking tone in Se-mi’s voice was gone. Gyeong-su winced. It was a low blow for sure. “So stop being pissy, you’re making everyone uncomfortable.”
Namgyu wanted nothing more then to scream he didn’t spend every night alone, most nights he was being fucked so hard he couldn’t think. But he couldn’t say that. Not without pissing off Su-bong.
Namgyu was this close to wringing the bitch’s neck, rolling up his sleeves when finally, Su-bong decided to give his input.
“Woah Namsu! Calm down my brother. She was only joking, weren’t you? No harm done.” He looked very proud of himself like he had just solved world hunger.
Fucking typical. What did Namgyu expect?
Namgyu’s eye twitched. Namsu was what Su-bong had called him. He knew Su-bong knew his name. At least he thought he did. In front of everyone he pretended like he didn’t even know Namgyu. Didn’t care to know his name, would never defend him, he never invited him out to the club or a party unless it was in a group. And he sure as fuck wasn’t going to stick around and cuddle him after sex.
“I need a smoke.” Namgyu stood up, before feeling a hand on his arm, it was Su-bong’s. There was a flicker of something in his eyes and Namgyu thought maybe he’d ask him to stay.
“Can I have a cigarette?” Su-bong grinned cheekily pulled out a battered lighter, “I’ll light.”
This is how Su-bong shows he wants to hangout. He’d make some bullshit excuse, anything to avoid saying that he’d actually like to hang out with Namgyu.
Namgyu should say no, tell him to leave him alone and come back when he was ready to be a good friend. (friend?). But he had forgotten his lighter today anyway. So he just sighed and motioned Su-bong to come with. He always had a hard time denying Su-bong anything.
They walked to their usual spot, the back of old art area on the the steps out back. No one came there anymore. They leaned over the railing, they always ended up here. Namgyu had sociology after this, mandatory class. He never went. When he went in it was for tests where he got a barely passing grade and skipped everything else. So him and Su-bong took this period as an unofficial break.
Su-bong lit Namgyu’s cigarette, but refused one himself, opting to take out his vape instead. Namgyu looked at him in confusion
“Dude, what’s the point of bringing a lighter around if you don’t smoke.”
Su-bong barely even spared him a glance, choosing instead to shoot his hands in gun motions,
“Because it’s cool as fuck my boy!” He proudly displayed his once purple lighter that now had become so worn it was sliver.
“Besides you always forget your lighter and get pissy all day…” He mumbled that part, refusing to look at Namgyu.
That surprised him, but Su-bong always managed to surprise him. Thats the thing with the guy, he’ll get your name wrong, refuse to be seen in public with you and leave you alone in bed after a hook up, but then he’ll do sweet ass shit. Things like remembering that you forget your lighter a lot and carrying one for you.
Namgyu looked down.
“Se-mi’s such a bitch.” He said, sulking.
Su-bong inhaled deeply, like he knew this would come up.
“Just…ignore her. We both know she’s wrong anyway.”
“…Do we?” Namgyu stared up at Su-bong with his big puppy eyes, the ones he knew made Su-bong putty in his hands.
“Fuck man don’t give me that shit.” Su-bong put his palm on his forehand. “Look, there’s a party at Mi-na’s on Saturday. You -“ he pointed at Namgyu “come to it with me- “ he pointed back at himself, like Namgyu didn’t know what he meant. “ok?”
Namgyu grinned, his demeanour changing immediately. He knew how to guilt Su-bong, but he hadn’t expected that. Usually Su-bong would just get wasted with him to make up for whatever he’d done. Namgyu indulged himself, maybe this was a sign. Maybe Su-bong was finally starting to appreciate him. Namgyu wondered if he could make himself pretty enough, maybe get Su-bong wasted enough, butter him up, then get Su-bong to come home with him. Maybe even stay the night.
He’d make the night unforgettable, give his best performance, and make him realise how much he needs him. Su-bong would ask him out and he could rub it in Se-mi’s smug face, and when he looked at Su-bong, Su-bong would look back.
“Yeah, I’ll come with.” Namgyu smiled, Su-bong rolled his eyes fondly, before reaching his hand over and ruffling Namgyu’s hair.
“God Nam-su, you really are slimy. Always gotta find a way to make me feel bad for you huh.”
Namgyu just bit on his thumb nail, grinning up at him. He even ignored the wrong name used on him. That’s how pleased he was. He thought maybe Su-bong picked on this as he smirked and looked over at him, a question on his tongue.
“Hey.” Su-bong leaned over and whispered in Namgyu’s ear. “Think we have time for a quickie in the bathroom?”