[Series] 6 Months 23/70
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Yoochun's in the bathroom, huddled by the toilet and there's a needle in his arm.
"What the fuck are you doing?" He slams the door against the wall and Yoochun looks at him through dark glassy eyes.
"Get out," he mutters and pushes the drugs through.
He's never actually seen him do it.
Yoochun melts towards the floor, his fingers loosening the tourniquet. "Fuck," he purrs, eyes fluttering closed.
He never wants to see it again.
He knows Yoochun's too high, knows he's too enveloped in euphoria to even know what's going on so when he grabs him by the shirt and hauls him to his feet, Yoochun's eyes flip open and it's like he's not even there, glossed over and empty.
"You're going to stop using that fucking shit," he sneers and starts shoving him out of the room.
"Let go of me!" Yoochun struggles, tripping over his feet. He slams his nose against Changmin's shoulder and stubs his foot against the leg of the chair. "Ow! Fuck! You fucking asshole, let me go!" he screams right in his ear and shoves him hard.
Powerful enough to break the hold.
"Get out," Changmin points to the door, wobbling on his feet. Still drunk, too drunk to want to deal with this.
And so angry. Angry enough to backhand him through the wall.
Yoochun breathes heavily through his nose, hands clenched into tight fists. His eyes would be menacing if they didn't look so dead.
"Fuck you," he spits and turns to stumble away but Changmin grabs him roughly.
"I said get the fuck out!" He growls furiously, taking him by the collar as he rushes to the door, Yoochun screaming like a manic trying to stop him.
"No, fuck you! Fuck you!"
When he slams the door on him he walks away to the pounding and his screams.
He sits on the couch and turns on the television, turning it to full volume to drown out his cries.
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