Stand in front of the door, the singer knocked loudly.

-Jaejoong, can I talk to you?

-Sure, answered the eldest, tired.

-What happened?

-Huh?

-What happened?

-I don't understand. What do you mean?

Changmin shook his head, trying to find a way to explain himself, not being too gentle _he wasn't called Voldemin for nothing, after all, _ but also without getting Jaejoong back's up _because, he knew how impossible the man could be when he was pissed.

-Well, don't take it wrong. It's a bit... complicated to say.

-Do you have any problem?

-Not really. Actually, I wanna talk about you.

-About me?

-Yeah.

-Go on.

-Don't you … the younger stopped, enjoying the apprehensive look he could see on the latter face.

-Don't, Jaejoong repeated waiting for more information.

-Have a thing for Yoochun.

They look at each other silently, knowing the real meaning of the sentence. Both waiting, not saying a word.

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