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It wasn't like Nam-gyu would make a big deal over his sleeves not being long enough. Or atleast he'd try not to. He just didn't like his hands being cold. He hated it actually. Absolutely despised his hands being cold.
It was the first thing he noticed when he woke up in the random room. How cold his hands were. Once more conscious he had stuffed them under his arms.
He managed to go through the first game without struggle, he didn't need to touch anything so he just kept his hands closed, in a fist, the whole time. But now their back in the room full of beds.
He's ignoring the yelling around him, only paying attention when they mentioned voting. Doesn't that mean he'll have to touch something?
Goddamnit.
He doesn't have a fear of germs of anything. He just doesn't like the feeling of his skin against stuff. That and not wanting his hands to be cold, he usually has long sleeves or gloves.
God this is going to be hell.
He votes for the games to continue. Right as he got to the area of the voters that want to continue the games, he immediately began wiping his hand against his shirt. Stuffing both of them back under his arms.
He's glad he made an acquaintance already, Thanos seemed cool, he just hopes he doesn't notice namgyus weird quirk about his hands. And if he does he hopes he doesn't find him weird.
Thanos had noticed.
He noticed the second the two first interact, he's not blind. That's why he didn't touch namgyus hands. He'd touch his shoulders arms maybe hips on accident but he made sure to not mess with his hands. Hey, Thanos may be a dick but he can be considerate.
It was time for them to sleep, 99% of the players did lay down and rest. A few stayed up. Unable to sleep, reasonably so, and Thanos stayed up for other reasons. He was talking to a guard.
"Okay but I don't see why I can't give someone else my jacket and just switch the numbers on them?"
"How do you think you'd switch the numbers?"
"Their just patches," he said almost as if the guard was stupid. He took his number off and waved it around. The guard infront of him sighed.
"You may proceed."
That's why namgyu was shaken awake, he groaned and rubbed his eyes lazily,
"what's the matter?"
"Give me your jacket"
He didn't want to. Of course he didn't want to, even if it's not long enough it's still enough to atleast cover the beginning of his palms. Thanos rolled his eyes and just took it.
"Dude what the fu-" "Shut up holy shit"
He swapped their numbers. Whyd he swap their numbers?? They could probably get in trouble for-
Oh.
Thanos gave Namgyu his jacket. He took namgyus. Namgyus jacket was a little smaller on Thanos, he ripped the sleeves a bit to make it more comfortable. Namgyu stared down at the new jacket in his hands, confused.
"It'll be longer on the sleeves. That way you can cover your hands."
oh
So he did notice.