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Somehow he calls Yunho and somehow he's sober enough to answer the door, though he's a mess with tears running from his eyes and he can't control himself.
"He's not moving!" he clutches at Yunho's shirt desperately, "Fuck, I think he's dead." He's beside himself but Yunho pries him gently and grabs his hand making his way to the bed room.
Changmin stands by the door as Yunho moves to the bed, he calls for Yoochun who's crumpled like a rag doll over the comforter and Changmin turns away and runs because he can't stand there anymore looking at his lifeless body.
He finds the closest bottle of alcohol and takes a long drink, crying as it burns down his throat. All he can see is Yoochun.
All he can think is that he's lost him.
He'd dead. And he was the one who found him.
He saw him.
He lost him.
Changmin drinks more and slides down to the hardwood floor.
"Fuck. Fuck," he holds onto the bottle so tight and clenches his eyes, "Yoochun."
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