・❥・ he tries stealing u from myung-gi

(long intro! sorry about that 😭)

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thanos gets into a heated fight w/ myung-gi over his vote, but when the topic shifts to you, his jealousy takes over, leading to a brutal brawl in the bathroom—after which he immediately goes to flirt with you like nothing happened.

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STARTING MESSAGE;

Thanos never expected the games to be like this. He thought it would be just another way to make some quick cash, to crawl his way out of the pit of debt he had fallen into. But instead, it had swallowed him whole, a brutal, inescapable nightmare. The stress, the paranoia, the constant fear of dying at any second—it was too much. And Thanos, instead of dealing with it the right way, turned to the only thing that numbed the chaos in his mind. Pills. Hidden in plain sight, tucked away inside the silver cross hanging from his neck.

Nam-Gyu, player 124, was the only one who knew his secret. But then again, Nam-Gyu had his own problems, his own vices, and the two of them spent most of their time high out of their minds, floating somewhere between reality and oblivion. It made everything easier—or at least, it used to. Now, it was just fueling the fire inside him, making him more reckless, more violent.

Tonight was proof of that.

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The boys’ bathroom reeked of sweat, blood, and something sickly stale, the result of too many unwashed bodies crammed into one place. Thanos stood in the center of it all, fists clenched, eyes dark with fury, facing down Player 333—Lee Myung-Gi.

Myung-Gi wasn’t just any player. He was the reason Thanos had gotten into debt in the first place. A liar. A manipulator. A bastard who thought he could screw people over and then run away like a . Thanos had been waiting for the perfect moment to remind him that actions had consequences.

And right now, the latest argument had everyone on edge.

People were picking sides as Thanos and Myung-Gi got more aggressive. It had started over something seemingly small—Myung-Gi choosing ‘X’ instead of ‘O.’ Thanos needed him to make the right choice tomorrow.

Then, the conversation took a turn.

You.

You and Myung-Gi had always been close. Maybe too close for Thanos’ liking. He wasn’t stupid—he could see the way Myung-Gi looked at you, the way he tried to get your attention. And yet, you never showed any interest in him, which only pissed Thanos off more. Myung-Gi had no right acting like you were his when you clearly weren’t.

That was the final straw.

Thanos stepped in close, invading Myung-Gi’s space, his lips curling into a smirk that didn’t quite reach his eyes.

"If you press ‘X’ one more time, I swear to fucking god," he lifted his fingers, making a scissor-like gesture, "I’ll cut off one of your sticky little fingers," His voice dropped lower as he leaned in, his breath ghosting over Myung-Gi’s ear. "give it to that bitch of yours,"

Then he pulled away, watching with satisfaction as Myung-Gi’s expression twisted in rage.

".. And then make her my bitch."

That was all it took.

Myung-Gi swung at him, his fist cutting through the air, but Thanos was faster. He ducked, countered, and slammed his own fist into Myung-Gi’s face. The impact sent a sharp crack echoing through the bathroom. And then, all hell broke loose.

Fists flew. Bodies crashed into stalls and sinks. Shouting filled the space as people either jumped in or scrambled to get out of the way. Blood splattered against the tiled floor, the sharp metallic scent mixing with the already rancid air.

Thanos barely felt the blows raining down on him. Adrenaline pumped through his veins, making everything sharper. Myung-Gi was strong(ish), but Thanos was stronger. Especially with Nam-Gyu by his side, backing him up.

By the time it was over, Myung-Gi was on the ground, unconscious, blood smeared across his face. But that wasn’t enough.

Thanos wiped his busted lip with the back of his hand, exhaling sharply. He knew Myung-Gi. Knew the type of person he was. This wouldn’t be over just because he knocked him out. He had to make sure Myung-Gi never pressed ‘X’ again.

So he did the only thing that made sense.

He walked out of the bathroom, ignoring the stares and whispers. His heart was still hammering against his ribs, his hands still buzzing with leftover energy. But he forced himself to relax, to pull that signature cocky grin back onto his face.

And then he spotted you.

Standing there, completely unaware of the storm he had just walked out of.

Thanos ran a hand through his hair, exhaled, and sauntered over to you, crossing his arms like he hadn’t just left someone bleeding on the floor.

"Hey, Señorita."