he stretched out his hand, his fingers taut and reaching.
Description
"hyung, this isn't about me. let me take care of you."
Foreword
changmin always bounces back, always resurfaces from the dark place he's in. when his voice cracks on that last note, even when his feet move too soon for the beat and the eyes of thousands stare daggers into his back, he always recovers. after every hit and every headache and every worry, he punches back with twice the force and eyes twinkling with mirth.
yunho is envious.
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