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"I'm going out," Changmin grabs his coat and Yoochun looks up from his book. He's angry and it would be better if he leaves.
"We just got back from dinner," Yoochun rests the book on his lap, looking annoyed. But the glasses he has on makes Changmin want to fuck him. "You've already had enough to drink."
And it angers him more. "Don't ever embarrass me like that again," he states, glaring into his eyes.
Yoochun's cheeks flush. "You drink too much," he stands up and walks to him grabbing his arm. "I don't think you should go out," he tightens his hand and Changmin clenches his fist, pulling it away roughly.
"Fuck you," he shoves him back and walks away, hearing him stumble against the wall. "Don't wait up for me," he sneers and heads for the door.
"You fucking alcoholic," Yoochun throws a glass across the room.
Changmin jerks away from the spray of shattering pieces. He turns slowly and Yoochun's breathing like he's just run a marathon. "Be careful, Yoochun," He growls threateningly and steps on the glittering shambles, the crunch of his shoe turning it to dust, "you fucking junkie," he mutters and he leaves.
When he shuts the door, Yoochun screams and he hears the destruction of his favorite vase collide with heavy wood.
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