Open Up (Jaeyong) [Complete]

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Taeyong blushed.

"You don't say."

Clearing his throat, Taeyong started backing down the hallway.

"Look, I've got to run out for a bit, okay?"

"Dude, you're running out on her? So cold," Johnny laughed. "With the way you two were going at it, I can't imagine it was a bad experience for you. That girl sounded like she knew how to take care of her man."
Johnny looked thoughtfully at Taeyong's door.

"You may want to hang onto her if she can make you call out like that, dude. Girls like that are rare."

Feeling like he could just die on the spot, Taeyong mumbled something Johnny couldn't quite hear, and took off down the stairs, throwing on his shirt as he went.

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The sun was still low in the sky as Taeyong walked briskly down the street.

His first instinct was to go to the library where his sweet books could sooth his tempered spirit.

But what book could heal him now? What could a place of quiet sanctuary offer him when all he wanted to do was yell at the top of his lungs in joy and confusion?

Damn it all, a library would never do.

He didn't have many friends. Definitely no male friends that he could talk to about this!

None but Jaehyun and Jaehyun was the last person he wanted to talk to at the moment.

Sigh.

There was only one place he really could go to, one person he could speak to.

He knew that somehow Hyojung, Jaehyun's younger sister and a good friend of his, would understand.

She wouldn't make fun of him, not until she was sure he could handle it, that was. And he was hoping she wouldn't mind it if he hid out for a while.

"Ouch!"

Taeyong looked down at the bloody underside of his right foot and frowned. He could barely believe that he'd been in such a rush to get away that he'd completely forgotten his shoes!

Now a dismayingly large piece of glass had lodged itself deep into the soft part of his foot.

"Damn it, damn it, damn it! That hurts!"

He looked up at Hyojung's little apartment building that had seemed so close just moments ago.

Now that his foot was throbbing painfully, the place seemed miles away. One tiny attempt at stepping in that direction proved he just wasn't going to make it unless he got the glass out.

With a heavy sigh, Taeyong flopped down onto the sidewalk and looked at the small puddle of blood gathering at his foot.

The glass poked out at him as though silently laughing at his attempt of a quick and easy escape from the uncomfortable situation he'd found himself in just moments ago.

Could things possibly get anymore complicated for him, he wondered.

Fingers slick with his own blood, Taeyong gave the glass a tug until it came out, a pained cry escaping him along with a heart felt curse.

His ravaged foot oozed steadily onto the ground.

"Eew."

Not wanting to leave a trail of blood everywhere, not that it would be a first on this sidewalk, or get some kind of weird infection, Taeyong pulled off his T-shirt and wrapped it tightly around his foot.