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Changmin feels like warmed over shit.
His muscles ache and when he walks through the house he feels unsteady and disoriented.
But Yoochun's gone from the bedroom and needs to find him.
He does, in the furthest corner of the living room, trashed by their own psychosis.
"Yoochun."
He can see him tense under the flimsy tee-shirt and as Changmin moves closer he sees the phone pressed to his ear and horror etched across his pale face.
"What are you doing?" he rushes to him and grabs the phone and Yoochun springs to life grasping at the air desperately.
"I need it!" he wails trying to claim it back but Changmin throws it across the room and together they watch it break.
Yoochun lets out a bloodcurdling scream that leaves every hair on his body standing on end.
Changmin watches him crumple to the floor on his knees. "Fuck you," he whispers brokenly, foiled and there are tears in his eyes, glistening in regret. "Fuck you," he stands up slowly and shoves him away, leaving Changmin alone.
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