[Series] 6 Months 16/70
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They don't always fight.
Sometimes Changmin wishes they never did.
Sometimes he wishes things could be just a little more normal.
"I bought that medicine you like," Yoochun calls from the bathroom; he appears with a toothbrush wedged between his cheek and white foam around his mouth. His hair, which has grown to his shoulders, is tied back loosely. Changmin smiles at him mostly because he thinks he's beautiful. "I hope I got the right flavor," he mutters brushing fervently as he disappears back into the bathroom and the sound of rushing water plays cheerfully through the otherwise quiet room.
Changmin tucks himself under the blankets and sets his laptop aside, folding his glasses carefully onto the night stand. He waits for the light to turn off and Yoochun who jumps into bed with a grin, kissing him on the mouth.
"You taste good," he smacks his lips loudly and crawls under the blankets cuddling around Changmin's chest. "Good night."
Changmin reaches over and turns off the lamp as he settles comfortably. "Good night."
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