Open Window (OnHo) - Part 7
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Minho listened to ringing, feeling terribly awkward. How could he say this? Would Taemin even believe him? Taemin liked this kind of stuff, but...
It was already nearing 11PM. He knew Taemin would be awake anyway, but...
"Minho?" he heard the youthful voice answer, and could already hear the excitement in it.
"Taemin..." Minho glanced at Onew, who had just pulled on his old bloodied shirt - leaving Minho's (though it was already ruined) folded on his dresser. Minho twitched, thinking how freaked out Taemin would be if he came in and saw a bloody guy. "Can you come over in about 10 minutes?"
Taemin's voice exploded with glee, and Minho held the phone a bit away from his ear, returning it to his face only to say, "Yeah, really. Come in through my window, it'll be open."
His stomach clenched. This felt terribly wrong. "Don't bring anything. Just.. okay. I'll see you."
Minho got up, returning his cellphone to his dresser, and looking at Onew with a frown. "Okay. You can't wear the bloody shirt."
Onew didn't seem surprised by Minho's sudden revelation, "What do you suggest?"
"Wait here. Be quiet."
Minho left quietly, and returned just as quietly with a first aid kit - carefully shutting and locking his door behind him. "Okay. We have to clean you up."
The 'and fast' was implied.
They sat side by side on the bed, and Minho looked horribly sick as he pulled out an alcohol pad and started dabbing at the blood dripping from Onew's bicep.
"What happened to you?"
"I was captured. I got hurt running away."
"Who captured you?"
"Hmm.. don't worry about that."
Minho looked towards his open window fearfully, "Will they come after you?"
"Not here." Onew assured him, but he also looked towards the window with a certain amount of concern, muttering. "He wouldn't dare come here..."
"Who is he?"
"Like I said," Onew smiled a little, "Don't worry about it."
"But you are.." Minho said.
Onew blinked at him.
"I can feel it." Minho said, a bit awkwardly.
Onew only frowned, and they were quiet as Minho carefully bandaged up his arm. Apparently they took a bit long, because soon enough Onew heard Taemin at the window.
"Shirt." Minho said, rushing over to the window to block Taemin's view inside.
Taemin was in view a second later, and he smiled brightly at Minho. "I came as soon as I could."
'So much for ten minutes', Minho thought with a frown.
"What's going on?" Taemin said, looking very much as if he expected something quite exciting. Well, Minho thought, it was sure to be that.
Looking at Taemin's young, innocent face filled Minho with horrible guilt. Could he really ask him for, of all things, blood? Taemin was weird enough without having this kind of crap to deal with. Besides, what if he got scared and ran off and told and--
Minho had been staring quietly at Taemin, and Taemin was starting to look a bit concerned when Onew stepped up to the window, donning yet another of Minho's shirts. "Hi there."
Taemin's smile returned, "Hello. Who..?"
"I'm Onew."
Minho cringed.
Taemin's eyes widened, looking between them. "Noodles..?"
"Noodles?" Onew asked.
"Noodles." Minho said.
"Vampire!" Taemin exclaimed.
"Vampire?" Onew asked.
"Vampire." Minho said.
tbc...
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