[Series] 6 Months 13/70
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He remembers something else but he doesn't know if it's real or a dream.
He's looking for Yoochun. The music is pounding against the walls, they're pulsing.
He's had a lot to drink, he's almost seeing double, he just wants to find him.
And he does, in an open bathroom and he freezes because the world starts moving in slow motion.
Yoochun's sitting on the counter, wiping his nose, breathing deep, his eye lids are heavy and when he spots Changmin, he smiles slowly.
There's another guy, who he doesn't know who's using a rolled up bill to snort the last line of fine white powder. His finger swipes the residue and Changmin watches as the guy he doesn't know offers his white stained fingertip to his boyfriend, who's eyes are locked with his.
Changmin watches Yoochun's eyes flutter to the offered drug.
"Yoochun," Changmin speaks slowly, steadying a hand against the door, so angry. So fucking angry he needs something solid that will hold him up. "What the fuck are you doing?"
At the sound of his voice the guy he doesn't know turns around and looks at Changmin and his nose is starting to bleed. "Oh, hey, you want some?" he offers nicely and Changmin wants to punch him through the wall.
Yoochun's mocking laughter slithers through the tension in the room and he jumps to his feet a little wobbly. "He doesn't like it," Yoochun says and grabs the finger, still smeared in white and runs it along his teeth before sliding his fingers through, weaving them together, "but, you could get him another drink," he laughs again, soaked in contempt and shoves his way through the door way, elbowing Changmin in the stomach as he passes. "Let's dance."
Changmin opens his eyes and looks over at Yoochun and touches his face, he outlines the marred skin and curls his arm around his waist, pulling him close despite the escaped protest.
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