Open Up (Jaeyong) [Complete]

eight

Taeyong listened to the shower go on upstairs, still standing in the middle of the room, his fingers on his lips.

Why did Jaehyun have to do that to him? How could he make him feel so much with such a silly little thing like a quick kiss on the lips? A mere peck, even!

Taeyong shook his head.

"Damn, I'm turning into such a girl!"

He slowly limped around the room, straightening up things unconsciously as he went around.

So much had happened to him in the last couple of weeks, he was having a hard time taking it all in.

First he had thought Jaehyun was playing some cruel trick on him only to find out he'd been hitting on him.

Then, he'd been delightfully, if not a bit nerve-racking, been seduced by his best friend on his twentieth birthday, only to fully find out the following day after a slight panic-attack that he was quite gay and had just never known it.

To be topped off with his father coming to tell him he was "getting a new mommy", it had been a hell of a couple of weeks.

The doorbell rang, and for a split second, Taeyong was afraid it was his father again.

He quickly dismissed the notion and limped to the door.

Yuta grinned back at him almost predatorily when he opened the door, making nerves dance around in his stomach.

"Oh, uh, Yuta. Hi. What are you doing here?"

He could still remember how just a few hours ago, Yuta had tried to take advantage of him.

Heat crawled up into his cheeks as he led the way back into the living room. Maybe he should have just slammed the door shut when he'd seen who it was?

"Oh, I'm just fulfilling my duties as a friend and coming to check up on you," Yuta said, following Taeyong into the room as he closed the door. "Hyojung was really worried about you, so here I am."

"Oh, that was nice of her, but she really doesn't need to be concerned. I'm fine."

Taeyong kept his head down as he sat on the edge of the couch.

He was afraid that if he sat down on one of the cushions, Yuta would try to sit next to him again.

Oh, why did Jaehyun have to take such a long shower?

"Yes, I can see that," Yuta said, his eyes roaming over Taeyong.

Taeyong looked up with a blush. Did Yuta simply have no tact naturally, or did he just like unbalancing people? Probably the latter.

His voice going curt, he said, "Is there anything else you wanted?"

Yuta simply laughed.

"Oh, you are too easy sometimes. You really have no idea of how you look or the things you say, do you?"

Taeyong fought down another blush. When had he become so easily embarrassed?

"I think I understand all to well where you are concerned, Yuta."

"Oh, really? Please, do tell."

Yuta purred moving to stand only inches away from Taeyong, knowing full well it would make him uncomfortable.

"I... well, that is you... you've never looked twice at me until this morning, not that I've wanted you to, you understand, but you haven't and you've been openly gay since the first time I met you. I can only assume you were hear my conversation with Hyojung so you know all about... err... everything that's happened to me. Now you seem to think that I belong to Jaehyun or something and that drives you nuts! Don't think I didn't see that evil gleam in your eye this morning when he walked in. I'm not some pawn in a game between you two."