[Series] 6 Months 54/70
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It comes when it's unexpected, the fateful day where everything that could possibly go wrong, does.
At the bar he can't find his wallet but the nameless guy who spent most of the night scoping him out, gladly pays for everything and only asks for a blowjob in return.
In the middle of it, when he actually realizes it isn't Yoochun's dick in his mouth, he throws up.
He walks home, surprisingly remembering the safe route as to not get gang raped by the local hoodlums that walk the streets at god awful hours of the night.
Changmin opens the door to find the air silent and unnerving.
No lights are on which means Yoochun's asleep or he's not home. With the way his night has been going he figures maybe Yoochun got himself too high to even bother to call him.
He stumbles through the darkness, trying very hard to remember where pieces of furniture are so as not to run into them and he's done a pretty good job until he runs stomach first into the kitchen counter which is completely in the opposite direction of where he's heading.
He finally resigns to turning a light on and easily makes his dazed way to the bed room.
It's in the bed room he finds Yoochun.
Who's lying on top of the bed, his limbs angled awkwardly and what looks to be very uncomfortable.
As Changmin moves in closer he sees his eyes are slightly open and his mouth is parted.
Around his arm is one of Changmin's belts though its hanging lifelessly around his muscle and in his forearm is a needle.
Changmin stops.
"Yoochun," he calls his name and he can feel the beat of his heart start to accelerate in a way that makes him feel like he'll have a heart attack if it doesn't slow down.
He can't seem to move.
And Yoochun doesn't respond.
"Yoochun," he calls again but he remains unresponsive.
He looks dead.
Changmin tries to tell if he can visibly see the rise and fall of his chest but he doesn't know if he can through the world that's become fuzzy and fogged behind moist eyes.
"Oh fuck," he cries and finds movement in his feet and they're rushing to the bed, his hands clamping over Yoochun's arm, pulling out the needle, he can still see bloody residue inside. "Oh fuck," he shakes him. "Yoochun?" and his voice is wild as he lifts him into his arms and Yoochun's body is limp and his head falls forward hitting his chest.
He checks his pulse but his chest is seizing and he can't tell whether or not it's his own racing heartbeat he feels through his fingers.
"Yoochun!" he yells and touches his face, it's cold and he feels the sting of horror and fear shocking every single nerve ending in his body. "Yoochun, wake up," he shakes him again but there's no response.
"Fuck," he pulls him into his chest and holds him, "Yoochun wake up!" he slaps his back hard, hoping the shock will rouse him but there's nothing.
"Oh fuck," he opens his arms and let's Yoochun fall to the bed as he stands up and backs away. "Oh fuck," he can't breathe.
He can't breathe.
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