Open Up (Jaeyong) [Complete]

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"You asshole! No means no! If you ever so much as breath in my direction again, I swear I'll make you die! Do you understand me?"

Yuta held a hand to his bleeding mouth, but Taeyong could tell he was smiling.

"You're beautiful when you're angry."

Taeyong punched him in the stomach.
Stepping back, he pushed past Hyojung and left the room breathing hard.

Damn that Yuta! Double damn Jaehyun for leaving him in the house with Yuta!

Taeyong punched the wall as he headed down the stairs and grimaced as pain shot up his hand.

"Oppa? Taeyong oppa, wait! I'm sorry, I shouldn't have left him up there with you. I don't know what I was thinking," Hyojung yelled as she ran down the hall after him. "This is just my day for screw ups."

"Don't worry about it, Hyojung," Taeyong said tightly as he made his way to the fridge. He could hear Yuta stumbling down the steps, groaning as he went. "Yuta and I just made some boundaries, that's all. Right, Yuta?"

"Boundaries, yeah. Good strong boundaries. Good, you've got a hell of a punch for a bookworm."

"I'm a man, too, idiot."

Taeyong got out some ice. Throwing the ice into two different sandwich bags, he turned and tossed one at Yuta who caught in one hand.

"You're mouth is still bleeding."

"It's not my mouth I'm worried about," Yuta said, his left arm pinned around his waist.

Taeyong glared at him as he put his own ice on his right hand and let out a hiss.

"I didn't hit you that hard."

"No, but the bookcase did. My shoulder is killing me!"

Hyojung looked back and forth between the two of them and shook her head.

Taeyong still looked pissed and Yuta still looked like the cat that had eaten the canary, but they were still talking to each other.

Even if they were keeping the entire room between them, why they weren't yelling and screaming or just beating each other bloody was beyond her. At the very least she'd expected Taeyong to throw Yuta out of the house.

"Sit on that couch over there and don't come near me again."

"I love it when you're demanding."

"Yuta," Taeyong growled warningly.

Yuta raised his bag of ice in surrender and moved off to the large couch, laying on it.

"Alright, alright. I get the hint, you're not interested."

"Right I'm not interested."

Taeyong leaned down onto the cool counter, holding the ice to his throbbing hand. He'd bruised something, he was sure.

Sad part was, he was still angry enough he wanted to hit something else, just not Yuta. He was sure his rejection hurt enough.

"Uhh Taeyong oppa, is there anything I can do for you?"

"Can you go back in time and tell Soohyun all about your gay brother and me as his boyfriend before you bring her over here?"

"No, but I can seriously hit Jaehyun oppa for you."

Taeyong laughed. Standing up, he kissed Hyojung on the cheek.

"I love you, you know that?"

"Yeah, I know, oppa. Now go lay down on the other couch while I grab your tea. Yuta oppa will pick out a movie, right?"

"Oh, sure, asked the wounded one to do it."

"Stop whining and pick a movie."

Taeyong walked into the small living room and curled up on the loveseat, letting out a sigh of relief.

Pain radiated in every muscle. The fever was up again, he was sure, but he just didn't care enough to do anything about it.

Taeyong flinched as a blanket was draped over him. He looked up to find Yuta leaning over him. Glaring, he started to rise, wondering if he was going to have to kick him again.

"Take it easy, I just didn't want you to chill. You're shivering."

Yuta turned and walked back over to his couch. Throwing an arm over his eyes, he spoke softly.

"I meant what I said, Taeyong. I'm not often that truthful."

Taeyong was silent for a few minutes. Part of him was sad that he couldn't return any feelings for Yuta, but he just didn't feel that way about him. It wasn't there.

"Yeah. I know you did. It's the only reason I didn't throw you out. Well, that and it's still raining."

"Good to know. So, friends?"

"Yeah, I suppose so."

Yuta smiled.