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Yunho questions the dark mark on his cheek when he meets him for lunch.
"Compliments of Yoochun," Changmin mutters sourly as he finishes his beer. "You should've told me he was a fucking junkie," he narrows his eyes and Yunho looks at him in surprise, "and he's got a fucking mean right hook." He touches his face and grimaces painfully.
"I didn't know," he admits slowly, "well," he sighs and picks at his sandwich. "This can't be healthy," he comments and Changmin snorts. "Just do me a favor," Yunho moves his plate aside and crosses his arms over his chest, looking serious.
"What's that?" Changmin rubs at his sore cheek with a grimace.
"Break it off when it gets too much," Yunho asks and pulls out his wallet, throwing down a couple of bills on the table. "If Yoochun gets hurt, Jaejoong's going to kill you."
Changmin rolls his eyes. "I don't give a fuck about Jaejoong," he stands up and grabs his coat pulling it on as Yunho stands up too.
"I'm serious, Changmin," he warns him very seriously, "He will kill you, like a bullet to your fucking head," he motions at his own temple to push his point.
Changmin swallows loudly and remembers the look in Jaejoong's eyes when he first hit Yoochun.
He thinks he may believe him this time.
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