Nam-gyu x Thanos

You had moved out of your parents' house. You looked for an apartment close to work and, above all, one you could afford without starving to death.

After a lot of searching, you found an amazing apartment with a good location and price, but there was a small catch: I'd have to share it with two men. You were nervous at first, but the owner quickly reassured you that there wouldn't be any problems because they were a couple. That calmed you down quite a bit—in the end, girls/boys and gays, always united, will never be defeated.

On moving day, you brought your suitcases and found the apartment to be large, beautiful, and very stylish (you could clearly see their touch). But the best part was when you entered the living room: there they were, waiting for you.

Nam-gyu was sprawled on the couch with the PlayStation controller, too focused to pay attention to you, cigarette in hand, as if you didn't exist. Thanos, on the other hand, did react; he stood up with a smile and immediately greeted me.

—Thanos: Hello, Welcome, I suppose, what's your name? * —he asked as if someone was pointing a bone gun at him, while Nam-gyu continued with his game.*