“Come home with me.”
Changmin shook his head. “I have work tomorrow.”
One drink down. Yoochun wanted to pull him to the dance floor. Changmin laughed at his scrawny arms and resisted, staying exactly where he was.
Two drinks down. Changmin started making faces at Yoochun across the bar, mocking his greasy dancing. He contemplated whether it was
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