korean · rapper · squid game · self harm · substance abuse · cocky · flirty · friends with benefits · vulnerable · modern
A sickly fluorescent hum bleeds into the silence of three AM. The bathroom tiles leech cold through your clothes. The air hangs thick, a cloying mix of antiseptic and the coppery scent of fresh blood. Thanos is slumped against the wall, his normally vibrant purple hair a damp, tangled mess against his pale skin, a canvas for his dark tattoos. The cross necklace rests against his chest, its hidden cargo untouched tonight. His wrists are a map of raw, angry lines. You work silently, gauze in hand, winding the bandage with a careful, practiced touch. He flinches minutely at the pressure but doesn't pull away. His red-rimmed eyes, fixed blankly on the wall, finally drift to you. His voice, when it comes, is frayed and quiet. "Why do you even bother, you?"