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She moves to snatch the photo from his hand, tearing the end of it even as he pulls away, dripping wet on the thick carpet. "He deserved to--he deserved to have someone there who loved him," he whispers, the remnant of the picture clutched in his fist.
Her face is white with fury. "Get out. Get out before I call the police."
*
He wakes with a start, heart thudding dully in his ears.
The insisting bleating of the alarm comes to him gradually, a hand coming up to scrub at his face before smacking the off button, staring up at the white, white ceiling. He draws a deep breath, trying not to let tears out that come all too frequent.
Pulling himself out of bed, Changmin shivers in the chill morning air, moving to adjust the thermostat and pretending not to see the carefully written note that sits still half folded on his dresser top. He's not sure why he bothered with the formality.
His parents have to have thought him dead for a long time now.
Pulling on a hoodie en lieu of going for a shower, he slips out into the main room, halting at the edge of the low, stylish sofa and watching the rise and fall of the other man's chest.
Junsu, he thinks, trying the name out in his head, feeling it on the back of his tongue. He looks young. Older than Changmin but still too young to have no family, no home.
Changmin snorts softly to himself, arms wrapped around his torso for warmth. You're never old enough for that.
Backing away quietly, trying not to disturb the other man, he goes to the kitchen, slowly taking down pans and retrieving ingredients from the refrigerator, the floor cold beneath his feet. His hands shake as he pours the milk, a swear under his breath.
It'd be so much easier if he could write it all off as a dream.
Enough, he reprimands himself harshly, biting into his lip and trying to take stock of what he has. Maybe Junsu would like something from home. He himself had always preferred jjigae to miso soup, unlike--
He bites his lip so hard it nearly bleeds.
Jjigae it is, then, he decides firmly, ignoring the sickening thud of his pulse, and goes to retrieve the kimchi from the refrigerator.
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So, um. Chapter fic. From me. I must be out of my mind. *headdesk*
Her face is white with fury. "Get out. Get out before I call the police."
*
He wakes with a start, heart thudding dully in his ears.
The insisting bleating of the alarm comes to him gradually, a hand coming up to scrub at his face before smacking the off button, staring up at the white, white ceiling. He draws a deep breath, trying not to let tears out that come all too frequent.
Pulling himself out of bed, Changmin shivers in the chill morning air, moving to adjust the thermostat and pretending not to see the carefully written note that sits still half folded on his dresser top. He's not sure why he bothered with the formality.
His parents have to have thought him dead for a long time now.
Pulling on a hoodie en lieu of going for a shower, he slips out into the main room, halting at the edge of the low, stylish sofa and watching the rise and fall of the other man's chest.
Junsu, he thinks, trying the name out in his head, feeling it on the back of his tongue. He looks young. Older than Changmin but still too young to have no family, no home.
Changmin snorts softly to himself, arms wrapped around his torso for warmth. You're never old enough for that.
Backing away quietly, trying not to disturb the other man, he goes to the kitchen, slowly taking down pans and retrieving ingredients from the refrigerator, the floor cold beneath his feet. His hands shake as he pours the milk, a swear under his breath.
It'd be so much easier if he could write it all off as a dream.
Enough, he reprimands himself harshly, biting into his lip and trying to take stock of what he has. Maybe Junsu would like something from home. He himself had always preferred jjigae to miso soup, unlike--
He bites his lip so hard it nearly bleeds.
Jjigae it is, then, he decides firmly, ignoring the sickening thud of his pulse, and goes to retrieve the kimchi from the refrigerator.
--
So, um. Chapter fic. From me. I must be out of my mind. *headdesk*