[Series] 6 Months 57/70
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"We need to do something about this," Changmin's fingers run down Yoochun's neck while they lay in bed sun light blinding them through the windows.
Yoochun clears his throat and when he talks his voice is deep and scratchy. "You're drinking again," he sniffs, Changmin knows he smells it.
"I thought you were fucking dead," he tells him and remembers the way he looked. He thinks he may never forget it.
"You were out," he answers as if that's an appropriate excuse. He rubs at his eyes before sitting up. He turns to Changmin and his eyes are serious, "how long?" he asks.
Changmin moves the covers aside and stands up, stretching and Yoochun's dark in his shadow. "When you left," he says, unintentionally accusing and walks into the bathroom, closing the door behind him.
Yoochun knocks before he opens the door and Changmin flushes moving to the sink. He looks at him but there's no guilt in his eyes, not that he was expecting there to be. "Do you think we're bad for each other?" he asks him and it's surprising.
He doesn't know why, but it is. "Do you?" he asks deflecting his own insecurities.
Yoochun scrubs a hand through his tussled hair and bites at his lips. "Should we break up?" he asks after a moment and Changmin closes his eyes feeling unbearable pain. The kind that makes him want to rip his heart out just to stop it from spreading.
"Do you want to?" he asks instead and grasps at the white porcelain sink, trying to breathe.
He takes too long to answer and Changmin opens his eyes to see him thinking. He's taking too long to answer and his chest hurts.
Without replying Yoochun turns away. "I'm going to make some breakfast, you want some?" he asks instead and Changmin turns on the faucet.
"That would be nice," he finds himself saying without much thought as he splashes water on his face.
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