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Changmin watches while Yoochun cooks.
His slippers slap against the hardwood floor as he moves about and the scent is wonderful, the comfort of it is a contradiction to their conversation.
"My boyfriend cheated," he speaks easily checking on the stew, he has a taste and Changmin loves the way his Adam's apple moves as he swallows. "Jaejoong told me it would make it feel better," he sets the lid down and checks on the vegetables. He speaks about it as if it were something to not be ashamed about.
But maybe Yoochun isn't ashamed of it.
Changmin can feel his stomach twist and an intense feeling of hatred seems to consume him in moments.
It was because of Jaejoong.
And he's never hated him more.
"Yoochun."
Yoochun looks over curiously as he wipes his hands on his apron. He can see the anger in Changmin's eyes. "He gave me the drugs, Changmin, but I was the one who took them," he walks over slowly to the table and runs his hands through his hair gently. "Jaejoong knew how to stop," he leans in and kisses him carefully. When he pulls away his eyes are sad. "I didn't."
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