Angel with a Shotgun [IV / V]
Title: Angel with a Shotgun [IV / V]
Pairing: MinHo
Summary: A mission to annihilate his former best friend. Does he have the guts to do it?
Rating: NC-17
Genre: AU, Angst, Dark, Smut
Disclaimer: TVXQ are the Kings - we belong to them. Trolol.
A/N: Whoo, we’re reaching the end~
*
“Yunho, is that you?”
“I’m afraid my shift has ended,” Yunho hastily comes up with an excuse and looks away, struggling against Changmin’s hold. “Please enjoy your night, sir.” With a sharp jerk of his body, he manages to escape, swiftly making his way to the back and breathing a sigh of relief that he hadn’t talked to Changmin directly.
He freezes when a warm hand encircles his wrist and jerks him back. Oh shit, he thinks, because he doesn’t want to face Changmin. Not now, not ever. Heart thumping wildly, Yunho is spun around to be greeted face-to-face with Changmin’s big eyes.
They’re still as big as ever, if not bigger, holding the same brown color that calms Yunho every time he looks into them. Not this time, though.
Yunho struggles even harder, trying to push Changmin away. Changmin’s grip on his wrist tightens, to the point where it actually hurts. Yunho lets out a small gasp of pain - Changmin had promised time and time again that he’ll never hurt him. Why now?
“Don’t! Don’t run away!” Changmin sounds pained, anger and a hint of hurt and relief flashing in his eyes. “Hyung, please!”
Maybe it’s because Yunho still can’t say no to anyone or the way Changmin sounds when saying the honorific he had longed to hear from the other for a long time. Either way, Yunho stills his attacks, still refusing to meet Changmin’s eyes.
Changmin opens his mouth to speak, when someone from the bar calls for Yunho to serve him. Fortunately for Changmin (and unfortunately for Yunho), one of the other bartenders come in to take the guy’s order instead.
“Let’s not talk here,” Changmin looks around. Yunho shivers slightly in Changmin’s hold. Changmin’s voice sounds so husky and deep than in the past, where his cute over-enthusiastic voice did nothing but cause his friends to coo at him.
How long had Changmin grown without him?
Changmin pulls Yunho to the washroom, ignoring Yoochun staring after them with question marks practically popping out of his head. Yunho blinks at the sudden bright lighting in the room before he’s pushed into a cubicle, Changmin pinning him down with his gaze.
“It is you,” Changmin breathes, a hint of ecstasy in his voice. “Hyung, why are you here? Why did you come back?”
Apparently Changmin’s impatience has grown over the years. Yunho avoids his gaze and instead studies Changmin’s collarbone. It’s bonier than what he remembers. Is Changmin eating right?
Changmin growls and shakes Yunho, gaining his attention. “Hyung, answer me!”
Yunho bites his lower lip. Pulling in a breath for courage, Yunho looks up to meet Changmin’s eyes and swallows. “I … I needed a job. I was looking everywhere for one and this was the only place that was hiring, so I took it.”
A blatant lie. Their clients had purposely left a job opening for Yunho in this particular bar, knowing that Changmin would visit that night. But Changmin isn’t supposed to know that. The guilt begins to suffocate Yunho again.
Changmin slumps against Yunho, the latter staying very still for fear of angering him. “Chang … min?” he whispers, gently touching Changmin’s back with the tip of his fingers.
Changmin hugs Yunho, loosely and tightly at the same time, tears leaking out of his eyes as he sobs into Yunho’s shoulder. “Fuck, hyung. I missed you so much.”
Yunho bites his lower lip. “I’m sorry, Min. I thought you wanted me gone from your life. You know, when I told you I was part of the mafia.”
“I was so stupid,” Changmin manages to laugh shortly through his tears. “I should’ve continued our friendship and supported you. I should’ve actually helped you earn money. Do you still need some? I’ve got plenty. Is that why you’re working here?”
“No - Min - I - stop,” Yunho sighs, pushing Changmin away slightly. He pulls in what air he can take before Changmin steals all of them away. “Changmin, I’m fine,” he sighs again, looking down at his sleeve and playing with the cufflink.
“Then why didn’t you want to talk to me back outside?”
Changmin’s voice is so soothing, Yunho can fall asleep right there and then. “You broke up with me, remember?” Yunho chuckles slightly. “I thought you still hated me.” You still should, so that it’s easier to kill you …
“That sounds like we’re dating,” Changmin’s low voice sends a shiver down Yunho’s spine. “You won’t even look at me now. Am I that repulsive to look at?”
Yunho swallows. He doesn’t want to look at Changmin because he’s scared that he’ll fall in love all over again. That would be hazardous to his mission. He swallows again and tightly screws his eyes shut.
“Hyung,” he hears Changmin breathe into his ear, something long and soft lifting his chin, prompting him to look up. “Hyung, please. Look at me.”
There’s something about Changmin’s voice that makes Yunho comply. He opens his eyes and feels something squeezing his heart when he takes in Changmin’s features.
His eyes are definitely bigger. Is that why they look prettier now? His cheekbones are higher and more prominent and his lips are fuller. His hair is also swept to the side, framing his face and Yunho curses his heart and cries inside when he does fall in love all over again.
Without realizing it, Yunho touches Changmin’s face, not daring to believe that this handsome person in front of him is really Changmin. He wipes away the tear tracks, gently brushing off them off his eyelashes. His fingers drift to his lower lip, where he presses softly, heart fluttering when Changmin smiles.
“Changmin … it’s really you,” Yunho almost whispers.
Changmin’s smile grows bigger. “Of course it is. You haven’t changed at all, hyung.”
Yunho feels a blush creeping to his cheeks and he looks away. He feels Changmin tugging on his arm and he looks up to see Changmin pushing their cubicle door open. “C’mon, we better go,” Changmin pulls again. “My friend Yoochun will be wondering what I’ve been doing in here.”
Yunho nods silently, amused when Yoochun jumps on Changmin the moment they reach back outside, frantically checking his body for any bruises or injuries.
“Stop it, Yoochun,” Changmin grits his teeth, successfully pushing away the angel from making him look like a child being mothered. “I’m fine.”
“Well, it doesn’t hurt to worry!” Yoochun nearly shrieks. “You were in the restroom for about five minutes with a guy I don’t even know! Of course I would be worried!”
Yunho ducks his head in embarrassment when he feels half of the VIP lounge staring at them. Changmin, however, flicks Yoochun’s forehead. “You dumbass, this is Yunho!”
“Oh,” Yoochun pouts, rubbing his forehead. He looks at Yunho and something flashes in his mind, and he instantly remembers that Yunho supposed to work here. But … he’s not connected to Changmin’s death, right? Or is Changmin the one who lived? Shaking the thought, he smiles at Yunho and holds out a hand. “Nice to meet you, Yunho-sshi. I’m Yoochun, Changmin’s guardian angel.”
Yunho’s smile is instantly replaced with a look of shock. “His - what?!”
“Yoochun!” Changmin quickly clamps Yoochun’s mouth shut, grabbing Yunho’s wrist and dragging them both to a quiet corner of the lounge. “You shouldn’t be saying that whenever you like!” he hisses, dumping Yoochun onto a loveseat and pushing him towards the wall.
“It’s what I am, let me say what I want,” Yoochun rolls his eyes, batting away Changmin’s rough hands and scooting closer to the wall. “And just tell me what you want to do next time - stop manhandling your angel, child.”
Yunho covers a smile with his hand, a yelp escaping his lips when Changmin yanks him down to sit next to Yoochun. His hip lightly hits the table but he doesn’t complain. Changmin slides in next to him so that all three of them are occupying one space, lessening the risk of having people hear them. Yunho feels squished and oddly small next to Changmin’s tall stature and Yoochun’s broad shoulders.
Yunho looks at Yoochun. “So … you’re Changmin’s guardian angel?”
Yoochun nods.
Yunho smiles. “Cool, What do you do?”
“I do what I’m called. I guard Changmin’s life.” Yoochun smiles rather proudly.
“Wow. How long have you been his angel?”
Yoochun thinks for a while. “I think … just yesterday. I was appointed to Changmin because someone is going to kill him.”
Changmin looks at him in shock and Yunho pales. Oh fuck, Yunho thinks. Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck, he found out about me.
“What?!” Changmin nearly screams. “I’m going to die?!”
“I’m not sure yet!” Yoochun quickly holds Changmin’s hand and strokes it slowly, hoping it’ll ease him. “Guardian angels’ visions don’t go very far and I only saw … well, I’m quite forgetful, sorry, but I didn’t see anyone dying. You could live. Either way, I’m here to protect your life.”
“You’re doing a horrible job,” Changmin groans, leaning against the loveseat and pressing the hell of his palm against his eyes. “A forgetful guardian angel. What in the actual fuck …”
Yoochun pouts.
Yunho swallows and tries to calm his beating heart. It’s okay, Yunho. You heard Yoochun-sshi. By some stroke of luck, Changmin needn’t die. It’s okay. Breathe in, breathe out. Breathe in, breathe out. They won’t have to know your motives …
Yunho jumps slightly when Changmin holds his hand, sweet and gentle. “Hyung, why don’t you come home with me tonight?”
The older of the two blushes furiously at the double-meaning, and Changmin blushes slightly himself. “That’s not what I mean, hyung, let me finish,” Changmin laughs into his hand. Oh fuck, this is so awkward, he curses in his mind. “What I mean is, you’re definitely a ways away from home. Unless you moved to Seoul without telling me?”
How can I tell you where my mafia headquarters is? Yunho shakes his head, hoping that Changmin wouldn’t see through him.
Changmin grins. “So why don’t you stay over my place tonight? We’ll have lots of time to catch up.”
“Please?” Yoochun jumps in, clutching onto Yunho’s arm like a life source. “I don’t want to stay at a place where there’s only Changmin! Besides, I wanna know more about you! I already prepared tons of questions for you!”
Yunho chuckles. “Okay sure. Just … just no personal questions, okay?”
Changmin frowns at that. Yunho had become more closed than in the past. He smiles soon after, filing the information away and tucking it to the back of his mind. “Great! Text me when your shift finishes - I’m bringing Yoochun around the park.”
“I thought you said your Friday routine was to drown yourself in alcohol?” Yoochun asks uncertainly.
Changmin pushes Yunho forward so that he can lean over and whisper in Yoochun’s ear. “How am I supposed to do that when Overprotective Hyung is here?”
“Hey,” Yunho frowns. “I can still hear you, you know.”
“Well, see you, hyung,” Changmin smiles as he stands up, putting a hand on the table to support himself. “My number hasn’t changed until now. If you were smart, you would’ve kept it with you all these years.”
Yunho rolls his eyes and takes the hand Changmin offers to him. He lets Changmin pull him up, watching in awe as Yoochun takes a quick glance around then goes through the table as he stands up.
“See you, Yunho-sshi~” the angel smiles, allowing himself to be steered out of the VIP lounge by Changmin.
Yunho’s smile drops the moment they leave and he leans against the nearest wall, pressing the heels of his palms painfully against his eyes and hoping that the pain outweighs the one scratching at his heart.
It doesn’t work and Yunho drops his hands, whimpering to himself. He sniffs and thinks that he should spend as much time as possible with Changmin before he executes the mission in two days’ time. Going to the back, he calls for someone to take over his shift as he leaves.
Who wouldn’t, knowing that he’s a member of a mafia?
*
Cigarette smoke is all he can smell. Jaejoong sighs and puts out another butt on top of the growing pile. He should stop smoking, it’s a promise he had made to Yunho. But then again, he’d made plenty of promises to Yunho, some he can’t even remember.
Besides, he had decided that dying by cancer is a much more fitting way for the leader of a mafia to die, rather than being shot to death from failing to notice fine print in a contract.
Jaejoong picks up the phone and presses it to his ear. He’s about to punch in the final number when he closes his eyes in resignation and sighs, dropping the phone back to its cradle carelessly when he remembers he’s practically alone. Junsu’s gone, Yunho’s started on his mission - there’s no one left for him to talk to.
With nothing else to do, Jaejoong digs in his pocket for his pack of cigarettes, frowning and tossing the pack away when he finds it empty. Was he so bored and worried that he smoked away all his cigs?
He gets up and slowly goes to his bar, making himself one of those fruity cocktails Yunho had been so fond of. Leaning against the counter, Jaejoong raises the glass to the light, the sparkle he would normally see hidden by the haze of the smoke that had settled into his office. “Here’s to friendship,” he murmurs to himself, throat parched. “Here’s to forgiveness and failed missions and good luck.”
He downs the drink in one go. Even with the sweet concoction running easily down his throat, all Jaejoong can taste is bitterness in the form of despondency and regret.
*
Yunho catches up with the two easily. It isn’t hard to see a six-foot-something man arguing with another man who’s clearly suspended about a foot from the ground. “Honestly, you guys are always arguing,” he says with a roll of his eyes. “Can’t you be civilized around each other?”
Changmin narrows his eyes at Yunho. “Don’t act as if you’ve known how we interact all this time, Jung. Besides,” he whines, “he started it!”
“Me?” Yoochun sounds incredulous. “You’re the one having non-stop dreams about banging a certain ex-best friend! I’m just retelling the tale of how you tied up Yun-”
“I think you’ll find that I’ll be tying you somewhere where you can’t escape,” Changmin interrupts with a loud voice and slightly flushed face, eyes steely. “How about somewhere nice and quiet - like to the anchor of the Titanic?”
Fortunately for the youngest of the three, Yunho had been searching for his cellphone in his bag, not hearing Yoochun spew about Changmin’s fantasies of screwing him. He fishes it out and purses his lips at the time.
“What’s wrong?” Changmin takes a step forward, clearly affected by Yunho’s troubled look and looking at his phone, as if it’s the cause of his problems.
“Nothing,” Yunho shakes his head. “It’s just that it’s getting pretty late and we haven’t even spent more than three minutes out of the club.” He sighs and hears his phone beep as it strikes midnight.
“Well, I said that you can stay with me, right?” Changmin reminds him, gently knocking the side of Yunho’s head. His eyes narrow again. “Or was I just dreaming?”
Yoochun scoffs. “Please. Your dreams are either the epitome of weird or of you screwing Yun-”
“I believe I can remember my own dreams, Yoochun,” Changmin interrupts again, this time with a strained smile directed to the angel as he elbows Yoochun’s side painfully.
Yunho looks uncomfortable. “I shouldn’t. I mean I want to, but I would be a bother and I don’t want to be an inconvenience.”
“Just do it, Yunho-sshi,” Yoochun smiles, shooting Changmin a glare when Yunho looks around uncertainly. “You promised! Remember - I booked you so that I can ask questions!”
“I don’t remember doing any promising, though …” Yunho smiles when he catches sight of Yoochun’s crestfallen pout. “But okay. Let me just grab my things first.”
“You left your things at the bar?” Changmin calls out incredulously. Yunho just grins and runs back to the bar.
Yoochun sighs and leans against the lamppost. He studies Changmin’s expression and sighs again, this time laced with a smile. “You’re in love.”
“I always have been,” Changmin admits with a joyous laugh. Yoochun likes that sound. He thinks that Yunho should be around more so that Changmin can continue to be so happy. “It’s funny. I was repressing all desires I had for him -”
“- except in your dreams, apparently,” Yoochun mumbles under his breath.
“- and,” Changmin continues with another glare at Yoochun, “now that he’s returned, all my pent-up emotions for him just … came out. Just … harder.”
“Better, faster, stronger,” Yoochun sings softly, chuckling when he catches sight of Changmin’s confused face. “He’s a nice person. You’re a lucky guy.”
Changmin shrugs Yoochun’s arm away. “We’re not dating.”
“You could’ve if you hadn’t so foolishly broken up your friendship with him,” Yoochun reminds him gently.
Changmin wants to become depressed again, but Yunho had chosen that time to come running back, a duffel bag slung over his shoulder and an exhilarated smile on his face. “Okay, I’m ready. Where to?”
Changmin smiles back and leads Yunho to his car, Yoochun chatting animatedly with the mafia member and asking countless questions.
*
“I’ll go sleep on the couch.”
“No, no, no. You’re the guest and this is my house so I’ll sleep on the couch.”
“You don’t have to emphasize things that are already known. Look, you’re a professor. You need the rest.”
“Um, guys? I don’t mind sleeping on the couch if it’ll get you two to stop complaining …”
“Quiet, Yoochun, my head is your house. Stay out of this.”
Yoochun pouts.
Changmin had driven back home, a permanent smile tugging on his lips as he listens to Yoochun’s questioning and Yunho’s laughs. It wasn’t the ridiculous inquiries of the angel that made him smile so much, but rather that Yunho had reappeared into his life.
The drive was fairly short, for Changmin had accelerated a bit when he heard Yunho let out a sleepy moan. He half-carried Yunho into his house, amused when Yunho fawned over his house like an easily excitable child, all traces of fatigue gone.
Changmin had forced Yunho to at least rinse his body, as Yunho didn’t expect such an encounter and didn’t bring enough clothes so Changmin offered to lend him some, and popped to the nearest convenience store to buy a toothbrush for Yunho. All of hell will freeze over before Changmin is going to lend him his toothbrush.
So now, freshly bathed with sparkling teeth and clothes a tad too big on Yunho, he and the professor are arguing over who gets to sleep on the couch.
Yunho stomps, the sound deafened from the carpet he’s standing on. “Changmin, please. I’ll sleep on the couch.”
“No, I will,” Changmin all but growls as he steps closer. “End of discussion.”
Yunho glares at him, trying to intimidate the younger man with his stare despite his couple of inches lack of height. Sometimes Changmin is so infuriatingly male. It’s common knowledge that guests should sleep on the couch, so why is Changmin so adamant in making him sleep on his bed?
Yoochun lets out a sigh and massages his temples. “Okay, how about this. You guys both sleep on Changmin-sshi’s bed. No sleeping on the couch, no arguments, no ‘ands’, ‘buts’ and ‘ors’. Just … sleep.”
Changmin narrows his eyes at Yoochun, slightly taken aback from the subtle growl in the angel’s voice. “This is my house, Yoochun, you can’t just -”
“I am your guardian angel, I know what’s right and wrong, so I can. Besides,” Yoochun looks at Changmin in the eye, “you guys haven’t seen each other in eight years. Shouldn’t you be staying up and catching up on each other’s lives and talking about boys and doing each other’s nails or something?”
Changmin pulls a face, Yunho laughing uneasily at the background. “We’re not girls.”
“Sorry, my mistake,” Yoochun smiles. “Yunho-sshi does Changmin-sshi’s nails, listens to his girl problems and gives him a back massage. Reward him with fantastic sex later and then let’s talk about sleeping on the couch.”
He gives them both a thumbs up and fades away, no doubt escaping into Changmin’s mind before the two can hurt him.
“Y-Yoochun!” Changmin shrieks as he feels his head literally opening up and sucking Yoochun in before clamping shut again. “Goddammit, I told you to do that when I’m sleeping!”
“He does that a lot?” Yunho asks uncertainly.
“Plenty of times,” Changmin growls. “He likes to take naps.”
Yunho nods and takes Changmin’s hand. “So if I’m not wrong, your bedroom’s the one all the way back?” Without waiting for an answer, he pulls Changmin towards the direction.
Changmin blinks as he allows himself to be led. “Wait, you’re going to listen to Yoochun?”
Yunho blushes and opens the door. “I just want to see what’s going on in your life, see how much it changed without me. It’s not like I’m going to open up about my life.”
“You’re not?” Changmin feels a little disheartened at that.
Yunho closes the door and shakes his head. “Too personal,” he lets out quietly.
Changmin takes in a deep breath and nods, trying to not let his disappointment resurface. It fails though, as he sits heavily on the bed with a sigh. “Okay then. Fine. So … does that mean I have to spill about my life?”
Yunho smiles gently and sits next to him, sliding his hand in Changmin’s and squeezing affectionately. “How about we save it for when we wake up? It’s been a long day and I’m getting really sleepy.”
Changmin just nods.
“Don’t be like that,” Yunho frowns, taking his hand away and pushing him playfully. “Tell you what - we sleep now and you can ask me anything you want about my life.”
Changmin looks at him wide-eyed, hardly daring to believe it. He’ll get to catch up with Yunho’s life and rebuild their friendship! Maybe if he plays his cards carefully, he’ll even be able to take their relationship to the next level. “Really?”
Yunho nods with a smile. “Yes, but one exception. No questions about my job, okay?”
Changmin pouts a bit at that but smiles again. “Okay, sure! Goodnight, hyung!” With a hasty goodnight kiss planted on his cheek, Changmin pushes Yunho down to lie on the bed and flings the covers over them, turning off the light from the lamp and plunging the whole room into darkness.
“You’re still impatient, I see,” Yunho mutters, amused.
“It’s one of my finer points,” Changmin still sounds excited, a little breathless but still excited.
“Sure,” Yunho rolls his eyes and turns to his side, away from Changmin and facing the window. The moon is so pretty tonight.
Silence brews between them for a few minutes, the only sound is their breathing. However, for Yunho, he’s sure that anyone can hear his heart beating from a mile away. He’s not sure whether his heart is bursting from joy at the fact that they’re both sharing a bed or if he’s deathly afraid that he has to kill Changmin.
Yunho takes in a deep breath. Okay, calm down, Jung. Maybe there’s another way to complete this mission. I can use that move in Snow White - kill someone else. Oh wait. No, I’d still have to kill someone and our clients would want to see Changmin’s body. Or maybe I can tell him the truth and force him to run away. He wouldn’t miss me. I’m sure he’ll be fine all by himse-
“Hyung,” Changmin’s whisper breaks Yunho’s thoughts. Yunho stays still, worried that he actually said that out loud. “Hyung,” Changmin whispers again. “I can’t sleep.”
Letting out a breath he doesn’t know he was holding, Yunho wills his heart to calm down. “Why’s that?” He feels the bed shifting, and he suspects Changmin had turned around to face him.
“Excited to know more about you.” Changmin sounds so much like an excited puppy that Yunho feels another stab of guilt that he has to extinguish the fire of innocence in the young professor.
“But you’d have to sleep for that,” Yunho answers easily, closing his eyes as sleep begins to overtake him. “If I find out from Yoochun-sshi that you didn’t sleep at all, you can forget about the questions.”
“But hyung~” Changmin whines. “I can’t sleep! Do something!”
“Well, what do you want me to do?” Yunho almost snaps, the slightest hint of irritation flaring in the pit of his stomach. He had been so close to sleep, so close. He turns around to glare at Changmin, only to have the glare fade as he stares into Changmin’s big eyes.
“Hug me,” Changmin says.
Yunho blushes instantly. “Wh-what?”
Changmin wordlessly spreads his arms open and pulls Yunho into a hug, snuggling into Yunho’s chest. He closes his eyes and lets out a sigh of content. “Much better. Goodnight, Yunho hyung.”
Yunho remains frozen for a while, heart beating furiously. As guilt continues to suffocate him, Yunho wraps his arms around the younger man and kisses his hair tentatively. “Goodnight, Changmin-ah,” he whispers.
That night he dreams of falling and Changmin catching him with bloodied hands and a tear-stained face.
*
The light of the sunrays falling on his face causes Yunho to stir. He opens his eyes blearily, wincing from the harsh glare of the sun. Yunho groans and turns to his side, intending to find the warmth that had wrapped around him last night. He finds nothing but cold air and he fully awakens.
He sits up and looks around, but there’s no sign of the handsome young professor anywhere. “Changmin?” he calls out softly, throat parched. “Changmin?” he repeats, though he knows that he isn’t in the room. Slightly dejected, Yunho gets out of the bed, stretching out the kinks in his back as he goes to the kitchen.
Soft laughter reaches his ears and Yunho’s heart flutters when he turns the corner to be greeted with Changmin laughing at a joke Yoochun had just told him. Yunho had missed the punchline, but it doesn’t matter, as long as he gets to hear the laughter he didn’t realize he had missed so much.
“Good morning, Yunho,” Yoochun greets with a smile. “Nice sleep?”
Feeling much like a child, Yunho nods, heart beating even faster when Changmin brightens up at the sight of him. “Hyung! Nice to see you up. I made some coffee. Do you want some?”
Yunho nods mutely, letting his feet carry him to the nearest chair. He accepts the mug pushed into his hands with a smile and takes the first sip. He’s quite surprised. Changmin still remembers what kind of coffee he likes.
“We’ll spend the whole day out,” Changmin smiles, Yoochun nodding excitedly next to him. “We’ll leave after lunch, so take a bath, okay? We’ll ask questions then.”
“Okay,” Yunho smiles. He closes his eyes and soaks in Yoochun’s silent jokes and Changmin’s handsome laugh. At least they’re being considerate by keeping their voices low. Yunho’s heart begins to pick up speed. He’s ecstatic that he gets to spend the day with Changmin, but also nervous about killing him. He swallows harshly and passes it off as taking another gulp.
Be still, my heart.
*
A/N: Yes, smexy tiem in the next part. Oh, and also someone’s death ^_^
Who do you think will die - Jaejoong or Changmin? >:D
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