#otp: your smile lit up the entire courtroom

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Changjoon, feeling Yeonjae's forehead: Hm, that's a fever, yeobo. You're sick.

Yeonjae, huddled in blankets: No! I have meetings, I don't want to be sick! I have work! The director board won't meet themselves!

Changjoon, already patting Yeonjae on the head: You can't throw a tantrum at the flu, yeobo.

Yeonjae, squinting: I can. Just watch me.

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Yeonjae, leaning in to Changjoon: Is the great and powerful Prosecutor Lee nervous?

Changjoon, flustered: No...

Yeonjae, sitting in Changjoon's lap now: Is this your first time?

Changjoon, blankly: I've been nervous before, I don't know what you're talking about.

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Changjoon, beckoning Yeonjae over: Good long hugs are no longer enough, I need medical grade snuggles.

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Yeonjae, tightly clutching Changjoon's hand as he bleeds out: Yeobo, hang in there! What's your type?

Changjoon, delirious: Sassy, chaebol, has dimples when she smiles, name starts with "Yeon"...

Yeonjae: Your blood type, yeobo!

Changjoon: Oh. Red.

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Also happy Pride Month to these two aggressively demi idiots 

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Yeonjae, crawling into bed with Changjoon: Happy birthday, yeobo. What do you want for your birthday this year?

Changjoon, pulling Yeonjae into a cuddle: [A will to live.]

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Yeonjae: “Love is the ultimate sacrifice.”

Yeonjae: No, actually. Love is a collage of compromises.

Yeonjae, starting to run: I’ll make you a portrait, I’ll get you the pillow, I’ll fly you around, please, please stay.

Yeonjae, cradling Changjoon's corpse: I’ll tell them it was us, I won’t let them devour you, I’ll yank you back early. Please, please don’t die.

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Yeonjae, sadly: What if I was evil, and ran towards you at very fast speeds?

Changjoon, arms outstretched: My arms are strong. I will catch and hug you.

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Yeonjae, arm in arm with Changjoon: I could fix him, but honestly whatever the hell is wrong with him is way funnier.

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Changjoon, carrying a stack of supplies with both hands:

Yeonjae, reaching out: Yeobo! I'll help you with that-

Changjoon, now moving the stack of books to one arm to hold Yeonjae's hand:

Yeonjae, blushing now: That's not what I- okay...

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Changjoon, sighing: I need some serotonin.

Yeonjae, immediately standing up frantically:

Changjoon: ?

Yeonjae, sitting back down next to him: I forgot what serotonin was for a moment and was about to go get you some...

Changjoon, now fighting back a smile: I think you got it, yeobo.

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Changjoon: Cicadas are what I aspire to be.

Changjoon: Sleep for 17 years, wake up, scream for 4 weeks, refuse to elaborate and then die.

Yeonjae: Yeobo, can we lighten up a little?

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Yeonjae, offering Changjoon her hand: Yeobo, let's dance.

Changjoon, beginning to do the macarena at 1/4 the speed:

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Changjae brainworms on the mind, so I redrew them posed the same way as they were in the SF1 and SF2 posters 

No thoughts head empty only Changjae 

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Yeonjae, flirting: You're so sexy. Sorry about your constantly being haunted by the intense feeling of sadness.

Changjoon:

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Changjoon at a gathering: I’m about to expose the men. Whenever you ask a man’s height, he’ll add an inch.

Changjoon, waving to Sahyun at the next table: So if he’s 6 foot, he’ll say he’s 6 foot 1 and if he’s 6 foot 2, he’ll say he’s 6 foot 3.

Changjoon, bringing Yeonjae to him: Not me though. I subtract 4. I say I’m 5 foot 9- especially when there’s other men in the room...and then I just watch them /panic/.

Changjoon, watching with malicious delight: Not only have you exposed his lie, but now he thinks he’s 5 foot 3.

Changjoon, now smiling at the camera: What I do is not a crime, but it should be.