Yes, My Master (4a/?)
Title: Yes, My Master (4a/?)
Author : Ahra
Pairing: 2min
Genre: AU
Rating: PG-13 for some perverted thought by Choi Minho 8] (this may go higher)
Warning: may contain errors. idk in grammar a.k.a unbeta-ed.
Summary: Choi Minho - the sexiest, smartest, richest guy in universe. Unbeatable in the school grade and currently leading a top company under his father's name. He becomes the stupidest whenever he is with his intelligent personal assistant, Lee Taemin, who always carries a paperfan to hit Minho as the solution. Beyond genius strategies that created by those two have suprised lot of people. Yes. Perfect combination in work, life, and perhaps, love.
p.s: for akari_hayashi the link of fanart you asked was already put on comment! i saved a spot for you as an apologize so you can recognize the link. forgive for the lateness ;~;
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Half naked Taemin against his young master's broad chest didn't sound good for Taemin's weak heart. He gulped all saliva down and peeked up, looking at his young master whom now closed his eyes calmly, leaned his back on the head of bed. Minho wrapped his long arms around skinny waist of Taemin after little quarell of them (Taemin went outside in rain - and Minho's heart practically almost stopped) and pulled him closer on Minho's extra king sized bed. Minho's fingers ran down to Taemin's covered thigh with fabric while lullabying alone like an idiot. He seemed still sleepy though he forced himself to accompany Taemin, making sure the little one would not go anywhere and make him worried.
Of course the younger self was a bit uncomfortable - not because of his young master, but being wrapped around him was enough to knock Taemin down in all glory.
Taemin crawled little and poked Minho. " Y - young master.."
" What.." Minho mumbled, " Call me 'Minho', Minnie. It's only both of us here."
" O.. kay, Minho," Taemin spelled 'Minho' while preventing his heart of self exploding, " Would you please let off? I - "
" No," Minho simply answered, " otherwise you will - "
" I won't," Taemin cut him off, " i promise. I will die of embarassement if this continues."
Minho wrinkled his forehead and replied, " No."
" What?! Why? Let me go or i - " Taemin tried to break loose of Minho's embrace but the older just needed to tighten his arms around little one's body. Taemin gasped for some air and he spun around a bit, " My God, Minho!"
" I just like hugging you," Minho murmured but his eyes were still shut, " You're warm and soft. I love it."
Damn. His young master knew well how to totally knock Taemin down.
" But it's already night," Taemin whined, " Young master - i mean, Minho - i want to sleep. You haven't let me go since you caught me in wet!"
" You can sleep here if you want."
" I don't - "
" I mean, you have to."
Seriously Taemin made a mental note to smack Minho's head with his glorious paperfan and return the normal side of Minho's brain like .. soon. or else Taemin would die of heartattack. This is fucking serious, Taemin thought.
The thing is Taemin could not do anything much against stronger strength with his tiny figure. Minho was wearing a thin fabric of pajama and Taemin felt almost cold skin of Minho with his bare back. It was supposed to be cold, and yet it was multiple times even hotter. Like Minho wanted to make everything worse, he pulled up a blanket and wrapped it around them, trapping Taemin just like poor little pray under a predator. The warmth of blanket didn't help to chill Taemin from sudden possesiveness. Even they were already 7 years and couple months together, Taemin still could not get used of Minho's touch which sent lightining bolts down to his spine.
Like, always.
At the other hand, Minho was on the edge, or verge, or whatever it's called of an urge not to do something bad, pervert, pedo, maniac, or WHATEVER YES (Minho's scream inside his head) to his personal assistant. his kitty. his Taemin. Minho needed to bold 'his' as a prove of belonging. Minho was fucking worried hours ago, yes, it was true. and to convince himself Taemin would not ran away, Minho decided to keep the long haired boy in his arms and he loved the sensation of soft Taemin's skin stroking him. He didn't want this to end, so he made Taemin stay still with him.
Though he found it as deadly decision at the end.
No matter how many times Minho had tasted - no, not 'tasted', it sounded wrong in so fucking many different levels - rubbed their skins together, it didn't change the fact Minho actually almost passed out.
That's why he choosed to close his eyes tightly, not wanting to stare at the half.. naked.. boy..
oh yes. half naked. God bless everything.
Minho now wasn't able to hold himself again. He opened his eyes slightly .. didn't want to be discovered.. peeking in the dark..
Shit. All hail white milky skin. Minho should carry Taemin here after putting garments on his deliciously killer body.. not carelessly like this.
Minho pulled a blanket up to Taemin's body, covering the two. If he didn't do this, Taemin's ass would be abused mercilessly by half hardened cock of Milord Choi Minho.
One second.
Two second.
Three -
I'm his young master. It should be allowed for me to caress him.. and..
Damn his perverted thought. Minho licked his drooled lips.
Realizing Minho's up and down breathe changed it's rhythm, Taemin snapped, " Minho?"
Behind the chocolate orbs of the young master, a hideous lust drawing over it. Taemin didn't get it, though. " Umm. Earth calling to young master."
" Minnie." Finally he spoke. An unbearable lust hidden underneath the deep voice. " I want.."
" .. yes?"
Knock, knock.
" My Milord?"
Behold the gadfly of their near-to-intimate-moment. Someone knocked the door innocently, not knowing what was going on inside. Taemin jolted and Minho's consentration was caught off guard. Taemin immediately straightened his body, exposing his flawless back which made Minho swallowing his saliva flatly. Something needed an attention down there.
But not today. not this time. Minho realized he would scare Taemin behalf of his life and probably Taemin could hate him. Of course Minho didn't plan to pick up that probability.
" Who?" Minho asked lazily in full of annoyance tone.
" Eli."
Thank Godness it was Eli. Loyal Butler of Choi Family can't be fired easily because of.. yes. what else. His amazing loyality. If it weren't him, Minho would make sure to cut Eli's manhood into two halves. Minho slofthfully rised up. This time Taemin who was as panic as a mouse being caught of big trap, moving around like a squirell. Minho glanced at him. " What's now?"
Taemin looked at him with pitiful gaze. " I don't have a top to cover my upper body."
" Oh."
Taemin flamed in anger. " What?! You're the one who brought me here and have to responsible of - ummh! WHAT IS THIS!"
Minho grinned after tossing a large white t-shirt onto Taemin's face. " Have you heard of borrowing someone's property? There you go."
Taemin pouted but nevertheless he slipped the fabric along his slender body. The large size causing Taemin exposed the eatable shoulder and that time Minho knew he needed to finish his problem soon or the bulge would be showing himself. Thank God his long pajama managed to cover his problem.
" Milord?" Heard Eli's confused voice.
" I'm coming!" Minho shouted as he walked toward the door and opened it. Eli bent down slightly, showing a respectful manner. " Is Assistant Taemin here?"
" Well.. yes?"
" Searching me?" Suddenly Taemin appeared from Minho's side, titling his head. " What's up, Eli Hyung?"
" Hi," Eli smiled and handed over a paperbag. " This is for you."
Taemin raised his eyebrow. " What is this?"
" Don't know," Eli shrugged, " but i believe the representative of Sir Kim Key gave this."
" Key Hyung?"
" Yes."
Taemin received the bag in curiousity. Eli execused him leaving those two. Minho sniffled and Taemin blinked, staring at the paperbag. They entered Minho's room again as Taemin slowly removed the scotch tape and peeked in, scanning the stuff Key had sent.
Seconds later, Taemin shrieked in excitement and grabbed the stuff then he ran hurriedly to the bathroom, abandoning the poor paperbag. Minho's eyebrows fused as he fetched the paperbag. His hand explored inside and he found a tiny paper left in. Minho picked it up and it was a small note. Minho opened it.
For Lee Taemin - Wear this and tell Minho to bring you instead to my party. He's kinda pabo, sometimes. xoxo - Key Umma.
Fuck you Kim Key. Who said i'm a pa -
" Minho?"
A small voice was coming from behind the bathroom door. Taemin peeked shyly which Minho found it rather cute. " Umm.."
" What is it, Tae?"
" Well.." Taemin hesitated a bit but he decided to go through it anyway, so he stepped out from the bathroom, causing Minho's soul about to pass out (again).
Gasp.
Perhaps Kim Key was right - Choi Minho is a true pabo at the rate like this - mouth gaping and nearly drooling.
" Y - you," Minho gulped, " What are you wearing?"
" Don't know," Taemin gigled, " Key Hyung sent this, remember?"
" Oh.. yeah." Taemin's bare face suited the outfit perfectly. What he wore now was just a top - Cheap Monday's elegant transparant top with a beige tanktop from Weekday beneath - Yet with his angelic face, it was more than perfection.
" Haven't tried out the bottom, though, and the shoes," Taemin murmured. " I wonder for .."
Minho clapped once. " I know what for."
" Yes?"
" Be my mate for his party - that was Key wanted to say."
Taemin eyes went wider. " ... Pardon?"
" You know what i've said."
It took several minutes until Taemin finally processed whatever was going on - and he frantically yelped.
" EEEEH?!"
Taemin's jaw dropped. His eyes were faintly wide. Minho folded arms over his chest which rised involuntary, trying to keep focus although his eyes didn't stop scanning Taemin's appareance.
Tomorrow this boy is gonna be the death of me, Minho sighed.
Author : Ahra
Pairing: 2min
Genre: AU
Rating: PG-13 for some perverted thought by Choi Minho 8] (this may go higher)
Warning: may contain errors. idk in grammar a.k.a unbeta-ed.
Summary: Choi Minho - the sexiest, smartest, richest guy in universe. Unbeatable in the school grade and currently leading a top company under his father's name. He becomes the stupidest whenever he is with his intelligent personal assistant, Lee Taemin, who always carries a paperfan to hit Minho as the solution. Beyond genius strategies that created by those two have suprised lot of people. Yes. Perfect combination in work, life, and perhaps, love.
p.s: for akari_hayashi the link of fanart you asked was already put on comment! i saved a spot for you as an apologize so you can recognize the link. forgive for the lateness ;~;
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Half naked Taemin against his young master's broad chest didn't sound good for Taemin's weak heart. He gulped all saliva down and peeked up, looking at his young master whom now closed his eyes calmly, leaned his back on the head of bed. Minho wrapped his long arms around skinny waist of Taemin after little quarell of them (Taemin went outside in rain - and Minho's heart practically almost stopped) and pulled him closer on Minho's extra king sized bed. Minho's fingers ran down to Taemin's covered thigh with fabric while lullabying alone like an idiot. He seemed still sleepy though he forced himself to accompany Taemin, making sure the little one would not go anywhere and make him worried.
Of course the younger self was a bit uncomfortable - not because of his young master, but being wrapped around him was enough to knock Taemin down in all glory.
Taemin crawled little and poked Minho. " Y - young master.."
" What.." Minho mumbled, " Call me 'Minho', Minnie. It's only both of us here."
" O.. kay, Minho," Taemin spelled 'Minho' while preventing his heart of self exploding, " Would you please let off? I - "
" No," Minho simply answered, " otherwise you will - "
" I won't," Taemin cut him off, " i promise. I will die of embarassement if this continues."
Minho wrinkled his forehead and replied, " No."
" What?! Why? Let me go or i - " Taemin tried to break loose of Minho's embrace but the older just needed to tighten his arms around little one's body. Taemin gasped for some air and he spun around a bit, " My God, Minho!"
" I just like hugging you," Minho murmured but his eyes were still shut, " You're warm and soft. I love it."
Damn. His young master knew well how to totally knock Taemin down.
" But it's already night," Taemin whined, " Young master - i mean, Minho - i want to sleep. You haven't let me go since you caught me in wet!"
" You can sleep here if you want."
" I don't - "
" I mean, you have to."
Seriously Taemin made a mental note to smack Minho's head with his glorious paperfan and return the normal side of Minho's brain like .. soon. or else Taemin would die of heartattack. This is fucking serious, Taemin thought.
The thing is Taemin could not do anything much against stronger strength with his tiny figure. Minho was wearing a thin fabric of pajama and Taemin felt almost cold skin of Minho with his bare back. It was supposed to be cold, and yet it was multiple times even hotter. Like Minho wanted to make everything worse, he pulled up a blanket and wrapped it around them, trapping Taemin just like poor little pray under a predator. The warmth of blanket didn't help to chill Taemin from sudden possesiveness. Even they were already 7 years and couple months together, Taemin still could not get used of Minho's touch which sent lightining bolts down to his spine.
Like, always.
At the other hand, Minho was on the edge, or verge, or whatever it's called of an urge not to do something bad, pervert, pedo, maniac, or WHATEVER YES (Minho's scream inside his head) to his personal assistant. his kitty. his Taemin. Minho needed to bold 'his' as a prove of belonging. Minho was fucking worried hours ago, yes, it was true. and to convince himself Taemin would not ran away, Minho decided to keep the long haired boy in his arms and he loved the sensation of soft Taemin's skin stroking him. He didn't want this to end, so he made Taemin stay still with him.
Though he found it as deadly decision at the end.
No matter how many times Minho had tasted - no, not 'tasted', it sounded wrong in so fucking many different levels - rubbed their skins together, it didn't change the fact Minho actually almost passed out.
That's why he choosed to close his eyes tightly, not wanting to stare at the half.. naked.. boy..
oh yes. half naked. God bless everything.
Minho now wasn't able to hold himself again. He opened his eyes slightly .. didn't want to be discovered.. peeking in the dark..
Shit. All hail white milky skin. Minho should carry Taemin here after putting garments on his deliciously killer body.. not carelessly like this.
Minho pulled a blanket up to Taemin's body, covering the two. If he didn't do this, Taemin's ass would be abused mercilessly by half hardened cock of Milord Choi Minho.
One second.
Two second.
Three -
I'm his young master. It should be allowed for me to caress him.. and..
Damn his perverted thought. Minho licked his drooled lips.
Realizing Minho's up and down breathe changed it's rhythm, Taemin snapped, " Minho?"
Behind the chocolate orbs of the young master, a hideous lust drawing over it. Taemin didn't get it, though. " Umm. Earth calling to young master."
" Minnie." Finally he spoke. An unbearable lust hidden underneath the deep voice. " I want.."
" .. yes?"
Knock, knock.
" My Milord?"
Behold the gadfly of their near-to-intimate-moment. Someone knocked the door innocently, not knowing what was going on inside. Taemin jolted and Minho's consentration was caught off guard. Taemin immediately straightened his body, exposing his flawless back which made Minho swallowing his saliva flatly. Something needed an attention down there.
But not today. not this time. Minho realized he would scare Taemin behalf of his life and probably Taemin could hate him. Of course Minho didn't plan to pick up that probability.
" Who?" Minho asked lazily in full of annoyance tone.
" Eli."
Thank Godness it was Eli. Loyal Butler of Choi Family can't be fired easily because of.. yes. what else. His amazing loyality. If it weren't him, Minho would make sure to cut Eli's manhood into two halves. Minho slofthfully rised up. This time Taemin who was as panic as a mouse being caught of big trap, moving around like a squirell. Minho glanced at him. " What's now?"
Taemin looked at him with pitiful gaze. " I don't have a top to cover my upper body."
" Oh."
Taemin flamed in anger. " What?! You're the one who brought me here and have to responsible of - ummh! WHAT IS THIS!"
Minho grinned after tossing a large white t-shirt onto Taemin's face. " Have you heard of borrowing someone's property? There you go."
Taemin pouted but nevertheless he slipped the fabric along his slender body. The large size causing Taemin exposed the eatable shoulder and that time Minho knew he needed to finish his problem soon or the bulge would be showing himself. Thank God his long pajama managed to cover his problem.
" Milord?" Heard Eli's confused voice.
" I'm coming!" Minho shouted as he walked toward the door and opened it. Eli bent down slightly, showing a respectful manner. " Is Assistant Taemin here?"
" Well.. yes?"
" Searching me?" Suddenly Taemin appeared from Minho's side, titling his head. " What's up, Eli Hyung?"
" Hi," Eli smiled and handed over a paperbag. " This is for you."
Taemin raised his eyebrow. " What is this?"
" Don't know," Eli shrugged, " but i believe the representative of Sir Kim Key gave this."
" Key Hyung?"
" Yes."
Taemin received the bag in curiousity. Eli execused him leaving those two. Minho sniffled and Taemin blinked, staring at the paperbag. They entered Minho's room again as Taemin slowly removed the scotch tape and peeked in, scanning the stuff Key had sent.
Seconds later, Taemin shrieked in excitement and grabbed the stuff then he ran hurriedly to the bathroom, abandoning the poor paperbag. Minho's eyebrows fused as he fetched the paperbag. His hand explored inside and he found a tiny paper left in. Minho picked it up and it was a small note. Minho opened it.
For Lee Taemin - Wear this and tell Minho to bring you instead to my party. He's kinda pabo, sometimes. xoxo - Key Umma.
Fuck you Kim Key. Who said i'm a pa -
" Minho?"
A small voice was coming from behind the bathroom door. Taemin peeked shyly which Minho found it rather cute. " Umm.."
" What is it, Tae?"
" Well.." Taemin hesitated a bit but he decided to go through it anyway, so he stepped out from the bathroom, causing Minho's soul about to pass out (again).
Gasp.
Perhaps Kim Key was right - Choi Minho is a true pabo at the rate like this - mouth gaping and nearly drooling.
" Y - you," Minho gulped, " What are you wearing?"
" Don't know," Taemin gigled, " Key Hyung sent this, remember?"
" Oh.. yeah." Taemin's bare face suited the outfit perfectly. What he wore now was just a top - Cheap Monday's elegant transparant top with a beige tanktop from Weekday beneath - Yet with his angelic face, it was more than perfection.
" Haven't tried out the bottom, though, and the shoes," Taemin murmured. " I wonder for .."
Minho clapped once. " I know what for."
" Yes?"
" Be my mate for his party - that was Key wanted to say."
Taemin eyes went wider. " ... Pardon?"
" You know what i've said."
It took several minutes until Taemin finally processed whatever was going on - and he frantically yelped.
" EEEEH?!"
Taemin's jaw dropped. His eyes were faintly wide. Minho folded arms over his chest which rised involuntary, trying to keep focus although his eyes didn't stop scanning Taemin's appareance.
Tomorrow this boy is gonna be the death of me, Minho sighed.