Open Up (Jaeyong) [Complete]

fifteen

Yuta sat on the edge of the bed as Hyojung left the room.

"Sick, huh? That means you're weak, doesn't it? Don't have as much strength as you usually do."

Taeyong pulled the thermometer out and glared at Yuta.

"I still have enough strength to kick your ass. Get off!"

"Put it back in, or I'll tell Hyojung you're not behaving. You don't want her to call the school doc, do you?"

Disliking doctors with a passion, Taeyong put it back in his mouth.

Yuta got a nasty look on his face and leaned down, pinning Taeyong's hands to the bed, ignoring the glare Taeyong threw him.

"Do you have any idea how badly I want to eat you up?"

"You just want me because you can't have me. I'm nothing more than a prize in match between you and Jaehyun, aren't I?"

"Don't open your mouth, or the thermometer won't work right."

Yuta leaned down and licked the side of Taeyong's neck making him shiver.

Taeyong tried to pull his head away, but Yuta just followed him, inhaling deeply.

"Mmm, you taste good."

Taeyong tried to jerk his hands out of Yuta's grasp and threw his hips to the right away from Yuta. Yuta just laughed and nipped his shoulder.

"I love it when you fight me."

Taeyong moaned as Yuta found the spot on his collar bone that made him go crazy.

Yuta laughed darkly in his throat and pulled his knees up onto the bed.

"Like that, do you?"

Taeyong mumbled darkly, keeping his lips firmly around the thermometer, hoping it didn't break in his mouth, and glared at Yuta.

Curses floated around in his mind along with ways to get away from him.

"I want you," Yuta muttered softly. "I could make you happy, you know. I'd never forget your name. I would try everyday to make you smile. Hell, I'd never let you leave the bedroom."

Yuta leaned his head down onto the pillow next to Taeyong's head. His voice became painfully soft.

"Somewhere along the line, you stopped being a prize."

"Okay, Taeyong, here you- what the hell is going on, Yuta oppa?!"

Hyojung had come back into the room carrying a steaming mug of tea, stopping just inside the door as she witnessed the scene before her.

Yuta was practically on top of Taeyong, pinning him to the mattress. Her eyes narrowing dangerously, she took a step into the room.

"Get off of him, oppa! Now!"

"Hyojung, it's not what you think," Yuta said condescendingly.

He hadn't seen her look this mad since her last boyfriend had cheated on her. She'd ended up putting the guy in the hospital with severely bruised goods.

Taeyong took advantage of the moment Yuta was distracted, pulled his legs up underneath him and launched Yuta off of him.

Yuta flew off the end of the bed and crashed into a bookcase, books and CD's falling onto his head.

"Damn it, that hurt!"

Taeyong spit out his thermometer and lunged at Yuta, pulling him up and hitting him across the mouth.