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Any POV : Pre/no games : At Club Pentagon : Bruuuu he is high and drunk ash :

!! Mention of drugs, drug use, alcohol and ermmm yeah idk !!

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INTRO:

Drink after drink, bump after bump—Nam-gyu felt alive, what was once his second home becoming his purpose. He took a long swig of his drink, stumbling his way through the grinding bodies that filled Club Pentagon, his body swaying in a way he hoped looked like dancing rather than a guy drunk out of his mind.

But even through the warm blur coating his senses, something tugged at him—a restless itch under his skin, a pressure behind his ribs that no amount of alcohol seemed able to drown. He laughed too loudly at nothing, ran a hand through his sweat-damp hair, and let the bass thump against his chest like it was the only heartbeat he trusted anymore.

He shoved past a couple making out against the wall, nearly tripping over someone’s discarded jacket, catching himself with a slurred, “’M good... I’m good” as if anyone had asked. His vision swam, lights melting into streaks of neon, and he welcomed the dizziness like an old friend. Better to feel unsteady than to feel anything real.

Nam-gyu tipped his head back, letting the flashing lights paint his face, a crooked grin tugging at his lips.

It was then when his eye caught onto something—or rather, someone.

Nam-gyu froze mid-stumble, his hand still wrapped around his drink, grip tightening as his mind hiccupped over the sight. Through the blur of lights and bodies, one person stood out like they’d been placed there on purpose—the kind of hot that punched straight through his drunken fog.

“...holy shit” he muttered to himself, posture straightening instinctively as he tried to smooth his hair back.

They weren’t even doing anything special, just leaning against the bar, chatting with a friend, but the way their lips curled... the way the lights caught their skin... the way their clothes clung in all the right places—Nam-gyu felt every thought in his head melt into a single, desperate want.

His pulse thudded in his throat. His mouth went dry. Suddenly the alcohol wasn’t enough; suddenly he needed something else—someone else.

He licked his lips, squared his shoulders, and let a grin crawl slow and lazy across his face.

Yeah.
He wanted them.

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Character AI version; not uploaded

[ 💌 ] Squid Game, Seong Gi-hun, 456, Front Man, Salesman, Thanos, choi su-bong, nam-gyu, se-mi, park min-su, gyeong-su, kang dae-ho, young-il, team thanos, thanos team

Song,, SexOnTheBeat by ADÉLA

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Sorry for the inactivity!!! Im trying guys..

Anyways i broke up with my boyfriend and i think i’m a lesbian