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“Hyung!” Namgyu drawls out as he enters the motel room, “I’m back!”
Thanos sits up from the creaky bed, eyes moving from the dingy ceiling coated in dust that floated and stuck to its popcorned texture, to the beautiful boy who was sifting through the hair that framed his face, scooping a strand out of his face and behind his ear, a twitch he did almost like compulsion by now.
The motel room was a stark contrast to the gorgeous boy, its walls a strange shade of green unrelaxing and straining to the eyes, while the floorboards creaked with each step Thanos took as he shuffled off the bed and began sauntering toward the other man.
You see, D.O.G was an underground operation, obviously, because they did illegal shit. So it was no surprise they’d be motel hopping. But they had a specific way of doing so – in a pairing organization order.
What that means is, if it's a small op, they’ll probably motel hop after a day or two, but in the motel that they stay in during that op, they’ll have a fixed group. E.G; Last week, they had to take someone out for threatening to rat out their group, and they just couldn’t have that. They didn’t kill him, just scared him into keeping his mouth shut, but Thanos was rooming with Semi for that op. Mid-week, they had to motel hop, and in that motel, he had to room with Gyeongsu.
So, basically, they switch partners at each motel they go to.
Thanos’ favorite time was when he was with Namgyu, of course. So, in a motion with no hesitation in the incipience of it, nor during the movement itself, he wrapped his arms around his long-haired beloved, coaxing their lips together, uncaring for the bags that rested on Namgyu’s forearms, begging to be opened as they adorned the boys pretty arms with weight.
Namgyu let out a relaxed hum against the opposing man's mouth, slumping the bags off one arm onto the floor with a thump and repositioning his arm to drape over one of Thanos’ shoulders in a loving, fond greeting.
Namgyu giggled as he pulled away, a gorgeous smile gracing his features, lips going skinny in the way that one’s lips often did when a smile formed on the face, dimples curling into his skin, one more prominent than the other – the one that showed up whether he smiled or not.
His eyes squeezed a bit as he smiled, like they always did, revealing his normally less pronounced aegyo sal’s, and his nose scrunched around the sunkissed freckles on his nose and cheeks closest to his nosebridge, all too beautiful for Thanos to ignore.
This boy was simply perfect.
“Someones excited to see me,” Namgyu commented, lining it with a kiss to the taller man’s nose before tugging himself off him, grabbing the bags and strolling over to the closet they were using for gun storage and opening the doors. “I got tons of new mags.”
“And revolver ammo?” Thanos verified, following after like a dog as he loomed over Namgyu’s shoulder.
“Always, baby.” Namgyu replied promptly, handing him 4 boxes of small bullets that rattled around inside its cardboard. “You know I know you, and you know I know just what you like.”
“Hell yes!” Thanos cheered in victory as he grasped gentle hold of the 4 boxes between two hands, setting them down atop a small table, almost like a nightstand, within; drawers aplenty, stuffed full of guns unfitted in the closet.
“In return,” Namgyu adds, snickering as he turns to look at Thanos from his crouched position. Thanos strolls over and settles himself down on the floor beside his boy.
“Yeah?” Thanos prods, interrupting the work-in-progress sentence and cocking his head slightly–almost unnoticeably – to the side in curiosity. God, he really was a dog for this guy.
“You help me pack the mags into the duffle.” Namgyu nods, grabbing the bags and pouring them out into a pile on the floor, all the loose, full and heavy magazines from their supplier clattering out of them in piles unorganized and daunting. “And organize them. It’s not that hard, I’ll tell you what goes to the colt ‘n stuff too. And before you ask, I also ordered the ammo for the shotty, but they didn’t have it, so we’ve gotta give Gyeong-su a different gun tomorrow.”
Thanos’ brain almost short-circuits at how this dude keeps all these things organized.
“Yeah, uhm, ok.” Thanos says, nodding his head convincingly, acting like he understood anything Namgyu just force fed him. He was just happy he had someone to lead him around. “I’ll sort the mags for the colt, yeah?”
Namgyu hummed in thought before nodding, but then all movement paused besides Thanos obliviously beginning to grab the magazines for the 1911. A grin crawled on Namgyu’s face.
“One more thing!” Namgyu said giddily, grabbing a particularly large bag, still unemptied, and standing up to pour it haphazardly on the floor. And there it was, with a loud tumble and clatter, a huge M249.
An M249 was a large military machine gun, commonly used in the lighter forms for war training and target practice on long fields when placed on a stand.
Namgyu had bought an M249.
“Holy shit!” were the first words to come out of Thanos’ mouth, face distorted into horror out of worry for their bank account, but also the worry this thing had a serial number etched onto it. “Where did you get this thing, Namgyu? You can’t just– you–”
“Relax,” Namgyu interrupted, drawing it out in this nonchalant tone. “It’s our new pet! Got it from the supplier. Nice and untraceable and brand-fucking-new.” Namgyu snorts, saying it easily even though he’d practically read his mind, answered all his questions, and eased all of Thanos’ worries.
Thanos scoffed in amazement, shaking his head and blinking as if he couldn’t believe what he was seeing.
“Do we even have ammunition for it? And– how much did it cost?!” Thanos says, almost breathless as he reaches out and picks up the heavy gun. For being called “light”, it had quite a mass to it.
Namgyu shrugs. “Didn’t charge us yet, just gave it to me with our order.” the boy scrunches up his nose in thought before plopping down beside Thanos. “Can we keep it?”
“You’re out of your mind,” Thanos quips back, cocking a brow as he looks down at his beloved, who is currently pouting at him, cheek smushing against the bone of his shoulder. “He might charge us, dude. If he charges us for an M2, that’ll be like, a whole heist’s worth!”
“Oh, come on, Trigger.” Namgyu speaks, in this whole-ass lovey dovey tone that makes Thanos’ heart flutter just a bit inside his chest. Whenever Namgyu uses that name outside of missions, it's out of pure adoration. It’s laced with the connotations of what they are; what they’re to become. “For me?” Namgyu tacks on, as if he’s trying to make Thanos’ heart explode.
“I–” Thanos stumbles on his words. Eyes flitting to the gun sitting motionless in his lap, then back to his adoring boyfriend, searching his eyes for any mischief, and all he can find, despite looking shallowly due to his distaste for prying, is adoration; love and pleading.
“Fine,” Thanos finally finishes with a shallow huff, a smile crawling onto his face as the man beside him’s cheekbones inflate with a cute smile against his shoulder. “It would be cool to shoot, anyways.”
“Yes!” Namgyu cheers, grabbing the gun with reckless abandon and placing it in his own lap and carelessly placing the muzzle up to his eye to examine it. It makes Thanos’ stomach drop with anxiety, but he doubts even their supplier would let them carry around a loaded gun. “You get it.” Namgyu coos, pressing a chaste kiss to Thanos’ cheek.
“Yeah, yeah.” Subong murmurs back. “Let’s organize these mags.”
“Starting with the colts, yeah?”