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EIGHT
Yoochun went to work on Monday. He sat in his cubicle and did nothing. Jaejoong wasn’t there to take all the pictures from his cubicle. A wide smile, squinted eyes, baby cheeks. Their first picture together, how many years ago?
Yoochun’s brain refused to do the math.
His boss told him to go home at two. He staggered on the street, skin peeling, feelings laid bare. There was no soju in his fridge. Damn Jaejoong. He went to the bar.
SEVEN
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