Open Up (Jaeyong) [Complete]

four

The girls across the street were apparently appreciative as the hooted and hollered at him, until he blushed.

Pulling up the too big jeans he now recognized as Jaehyun's, Taeyong limped off once again in the direction of Hyojung's place.

Of course she would have to live on the third floor of a building that did not believe in the miracles of elevators.

By the time he reached her floor, he was sorely tempted to crawl down the hallway until he reached her door, his foot hurt so bad. Instead he sucked it up and merely whimpered with every step.

"Please be home. Please be home."

Taeyong leaned his right arm on the doorframe and pounded with his left.

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Yuta opened the door and managed to not drop his jaw only by clenching it tightly.

The sight that greeted him had his mouth watering.

Standing in the hallway was one of the hottest little bodies he'd seen in awhile, and, man, had it been awhile.

Whoever it was had his head down, dark hair falling wildly in his face.

He had on nothing more than a pair of jeans that hung marvelously low on his hip bones, giving light to the fact that there was nothing else on underneath.

Yuta swallowed and restrained himself before he jumped the poor kid right there in the hall.

"Can I help you?"

Taeyong looked up and saw his surprise reflected in Yuta's eyes.

"Taeyong?"

"Hey, Yuta."

Yuta was staring at him rather weirdly and it made butterflies dance in Taeyong's stomach.

Yuta's dark brown hair was wet as though he'd just come out of a shower. His eyes bore into Taeyong's until Taeyong looked away.

"Is, ah, Hyojung here? I really need to talk to her."

"She's out, but she should be back any minute."

Taeyong The Bookworm, Jaehyun's friend and roommate, was whom he had almost jumped? Who would have guessed the guy that was always studying would have such a hot body? Damn!

"Oh," Taeyong said, not bothering to hide his disappointment.

She wasn't there. She was supposed to be here now when he needed her! Not appear when it was convenient to her time schedule, damn it! This was a crisis!

"Would you like to wait inside?" Yuta drawled.

"Um, yeah. Thanks."

One hand pushing off the doorframe and the other trying to hold up the pants, Taeyong limped inside.

It was only then Yuta looked down past those mouthwatering hips to the bare foot and bandaged other one.

The T-shirt wrapped around the one foot was dirty and blood had begun to seep through slightly on one side.

"What the hell did you do to your foot? Come sit on the couch and let me have a look."

"No, no. I'm fine, really."

"Yes, I can see that. Now sit down."

Yuta walked behind him and gave Taeyong one small shove, which sent him flying onto the couch with a grunt.

Smiling smugly, he began to walk back to the bathroom to get his medical equipment he'd barrowed from his classes.

"Thanks," Taeyong said with a glare.

"Don't mention it."

Taeyong pushed himself into a sitting position and sucked in a breath. Sitting was not as comfortable as he remembered it to be.

He blushed as he remembered the abuse his rear had gone through not more than five hours before.

Shaking off the memory, he pulled his foot up and began peeling off his T-shirt.

Every few moments, he would throw a look to the door, praying it would open and Hyojung would come home so he could talk to her.

Had Jaehyun awaken to find him gone? Was he mad? How did he feel about last night? Had it been a one-time thing for him and now he would move onto whatever student caught his eye next?

Taeyong groaned and bent over, feeling suddenly nauseous.

"What? Tough guy like you not fond of the sight of blood?"

"I'm fine."

"You say that a lot, don't you?"

Yuta kneeled down in front of Taeyong and began to clean around the cut.

"So how long have you been a pathological liar?"

"What?"

Yuta raised an eyebrow at him.

"Just tell me what you did to make the bottom of your foot look like stepped on a razor."

"I stepped on glass, but I pulled it out."

"And you walked all the way over here without shoes because...?"

"I... forgot them." Taeyong shook his head. "Will Hyojung be back soon?"

"Geeze, you sound like a kid waiting for your buddy to come rescue you from zombie or something. Just relax, would you?"

Yuta frowned at the foot as he poured alcohol onto a cotton swab.

"Hold on. This is really going to hurt."

Taeyong shot himself off the couch with a yelp. He didn't get far as Yuta refused to let go of his foot.

"Sit still, the burning will subside in a few moments, but I have to bandage this while I can."

"Damn it! That hurts! Why didn't you tell me it would hurt?"

"I did, so stop complaining."

"We'll see how well you control your complaining if you in this situation!"

Yuta laughed. It was a rich and compelling sound.

"Got some fire in you, don't you, bookworm?"

Taeyong flopped his head onto the back of the couch, breathing heavily. His foot throbbed fiercely as Yuta's cool hands wrapped some kind of tape around it.

Surprisingly, Yuta's touch was gentle and felt... nice.

Taeyong barely suppressed a sigh. Was he doomed now to look at other guys in a whole new light thanks to Jaehyun?

Yuta patted his foot lightly and sat back to look at his handy work.

"There, you'll live. Thankfully, you didn't cut it deep enough that it would have to have stitches, but I would be careful with it for awhile."

"Thanks, Doc."

Taeyong closed his eyes and simply sat there.

So far, in less than twenty-four hours, he'd had a great party, been seduced by his best friend, ran away before said friend woke up, sliced his foot open, found his one confidante wasn't where she was supposed to be, had momentary lapses of fantasy for the guy sitting in front of him, and had blushed more times than any girl he'd ever met.

Oh, yeah. This was going to be a day to remember.

He looked up when the couch gave beside him.

Yuta was now sitting next to him starring at his... no, he couldn't be staring at his mouth, could he?