[Series] 6 Months 36/70
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Yoochun's watching him shave and he finds something very endearing about it. He looks gentle as he sits on the covered toilet and his eyes move with each stroke as if captivated.
"What's the worst thing you've ever done while you were drunk?" he asks him, scratching at his shoulder gently with a soft expression.
It's kind of weird that they're talking about it. Since they've been aware of their own problems, it's only now that they're actually discussing it. Changmin thinks it may probably be part of the healing process.
"The worst thing?" he hums for a moment, moving the blade slowly under his chin, carefully as not to cut himself. His mind shuffles through his past, nights of drunken squalor where he's torn the house up from top to bottom, when he punched a hole through the wall when he found out his father died. He recalls the one night he found out his best friend drove off the bridge and into the Han River, the night his mother took too many pills she almost overdosed.
But the nights he remembers the most are the beatings he released on Yoochun. His Yoochun, who never cried even when he was bleeding, even when he almost threw him out the window, so drunk and so angry he had no control over himself.
"You," he finally answers and sets the razor down, finished.
Yoochun breathes out loudly and turns his eyes away.
"I'm sorry, Yoochun," Changmin drags a towel across his chin and turns to him, hoping he accepts his apology because he's never meant it the way he does now.
He watches Yoochun stand up and smile softly, so beautiful it takes Changmin's breath away. "I'm sorry too," Yoochun walks over to him and wraps warm arms around his naked chest and Changmin feels his skin shudder from contact.
He loves the feel of Yoochun's arms around him.
They look at each other through their reflections and he thinks they're amazing together and have never looked more beautiful.
"You believe me don't you?" Changmin's hands squeeze tightly and Yoochun kisses the line of his shoulders.
"I believe that you love me," he answers and it kind of hurts.
Kinda of.
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