[Series] 6 Months 30/70
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Yunho brings them food when the worst of it is over.
And both of them have managed to survive.
Changmin didn't know it was so bad until he felt like he was dying.
Yoochun's arms are bruised from hitting himself to stop the crawling of his skin. He tried to stop him. When he took a swing at him, he left him alone.
"What did you do to him?" Yunho asks angrily when he sees Yoochun's naked arms. He's sitting down on the couch watching a blank television. Changmin glares at him.
"I didn't do anything," he glances over his shoulder and watches Yoochun chewing on his bottom lip. He looks horrible and deathly pale, his shirt is dirty with dried sweat stains and it looks like he hasn't slept in a week.
It feels like neither of them have slept in a week.
Yunho shakes his head as he begins to remove the take-out cartons from the bag. "You both look like shit," he mutters and walks into the kitchen in search of some plates. "Where are your plates?" he asks when the cabinets are empty.
Changmin doesn't know, until he remembers Yoochun itching so bad he went crazy and turned the entire house upside down in hopes to find anything he could shoot up. Glass covered the floor for two days until Yoochun stepped over it and started tracking bloody footprints through the house. "Trash," Changmin mutters and looks back at Yoochun who's sitting in the same spot, watching the same dark screen and his lip is bleeding. "Fuck," he mutters and stands up. "Yoochun."
He doesn't move until Changmin's getting him to his feet, wiping at his leaking eyes. "Changmin," he says and Changmin uses his fingers to clean the blood from his mouth. He looks like he's finally snapped out of it, even for just a moment and notices Yunho for the first time. "Oh. Hi, Yunho," he bats Changmin's fingers away irritated and uses the back of his hand to swipe at his mouth; when he sees the blood he hesitates, "oh, shit," he looks embarrassed.
Yunho offers a sympathetic smile as he walks over to the couch with two food cartons and utensils, "Hi, Yoochun," he sets them down and looks around.
The living room is in shambles.
Changmin knows Yunho feels uncomfortable and it bothers him a little. Yunho is clean and strong and it has to be unsettling to see them like this.
Changmin walks to the kitchen to grab some napkins; before he comes back he soaks a paper towel under warm water and hands it to Yoochun who's sitting back on the couch staring at the food.
"I should go," Yunho speaks after a couple minutes and looks at Changmin awkwardly, "Well. Bye, Yoochun," he reaches out and pats his shoulder, grimacing the moment he touches his clammy skin. Yoochun doesn't look at him but nods.
Changmin walks him to the door. "Thanks for the food," he looks down at his feet feeling embarrassed but then Yunho hugs him and holds him tight. He finds the strength somehow to hold him back.
"Take care of yourself," he whispers into his ear and squeezes him until it leaves a mark, "Eat and take a shower. You fucking smell," he attempts a smile and glances over at Yoochun who hasn't touched the food but is looking curiously inside the cartons like he's considering it. He looks at him sadly. "Jaejoong should be back later tonight with dinner. Clean him up," he motions to Yoochun and Changmin nods.
"Thanks," he tells him again and opens the door. He watches him until he leaves in his car and all Changmin can see are fading red lights that look like eyes.
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