Open Up (Jaeyong) [Complete]

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Taeyong stretched, feeling sore muscles in places he didn't even want to think about.

Twenty. Not a super powerful age to be, but it felt good. He'd never felt so good waking up the day after his birthday.

Of course, it was his first birthday away from home so his dad couldn't screw things up for him like he usually did.

Snuggling deeper into the warmth under the blanket, Taeyong paused.

Funny, he didn't remember getting under the blankets last night. And he didn't remember his bed ever being quite so warm before.

His hand reached out slowly behind him until it made contact with warm, smooth flesh. And then the night came back to him with startling clarity.

Whipping his head around, he found Jaehyun sprawled across the side of his bed, half hanging off of it, his hair partly obscuring his face.

The sheet was sitting tantalizingly low on his hips, making Taeyong's mouth water before he realized he was staring at his best friend's body.

Muttering a curse, Taeyong jerked himself out of bed, falling on his ass onto the cold floor and hitting his head on the nightstand.

Cursing like a sailor as quietly as he could, Taeyong held his breath and peeked back over the edge of the bed at his still slumbering friend.

Dear God, what had he done? He knew all too well.

Worse, he didn't feel the shame and regret he was so sure he should be feeling right about now. In fact, he felt rather giddy. Ack!

Staying on the floor, he grabbed the nearest pair of jeans and slipped them on.

He crawled over to the door, somehow afraid that his sleeping bed mate would wake if he were to stand up all the way and then there would be no escape.

He dragged a T-shirt he recognized as his own along with him.

It took him a full minute to slowly turn the knob and sneak out, taking another minute to softly close the door again behind him.

At first he just sat there clutching the shirt in one hand and breathed deep calming breaths.

Yes, breathing was definitely a good thing. But not when it made your head uncomfortably light, Taeyong decided and stopped breathing quite so deeply, waiting for the blood to stop rushing to his head.

Feeling safe at last, Taeyong pushed himself up off the floor, sliding up the wall.
He crept slowly down the hallway, feeling like some inept cat burglar sneaking away from the goods instead of towards.

No! Best not to think like that. Not yet at least.

Making it half way down the hallway, he was feeling fairly confident until Johnny appeared in front of him, making him yelp like a school girl, his hand flying to his pounding heart.

He glanced quickly back at his closed door, expecting it to open at any moment, praying it wouldn't.

"Damn, Taeyong! A little jumpy?"

Johnny's eyes followed Taeyong's back to the bedroom door.

"Dude! Do you still have someone in there? Don't deny it, I heard you in there. You got laid!"

"NO! I mean, yes, well, er...  it's not what you think, Johnny. Not exactly."

"Oh, right."

Johnny nudged him with one of those knowing male looks that said he didn't believe a thing Taeyong was saying.

"I'm sure, Jaehyun is going to be jealous as all hell. I didn't hear a thing out of his room last night!"