Yes, My Master (4b/?)
Title: Yes, My Master (4b/?)
Author : Ahra
Pairing: 2min
Genre: AU
Rating: PG-13 for some perverted actions by Choi Minho 8] (this may go higher)
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 as the youngest president. Lee Taemin is all Minho needs as his personal assistant. Yes, perfect combination in work, life, and perhaps, love.
A/n: am i late? o.O and if this contains errors, just pass it over please >.< i'm too tired and my brain is too fried to recheck it so i'm sorry! this is the longest chapter i've written.
and for the summary, i decided to change it to make everything turn even more exciting 8] and i like this one better lol /runs.
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It was an ordinary morning in Seoul. Sky was as blue as usual and the birds chipping loud. Cars were passing by and the drivers honked it, adding the noise which actually had happened since two hours ago - yes, work hour, what i mean - and it was already 10 a.m. A snort reverbed inside a hotel room and someone rose up from bed. He yawned wide and his eyes fluttered through the light from sun going through the panes. He kicked the blanket aside and stood up proudly, exposing his muscular arms and well trained back. Tears shown up on the eyelids due to too much yawning. He strached his not itchy head and ruffled his hair. He walked silenty to a digital clock which had dates feature on it, showing what date today. He smiled upon seeing it, knowing what might be even more fun than ... the party.
He wanted to see his cousin.
Rivalry going on between them since they were a child. Who knows it'll be continue? and he didn't want to judge anything before met his cousin.
Cause it has been ten years long.
Then to break off the silence remaining, a telephone call was asking to be picked up. He dragged his feet lazily to the telephone.
" Yes?"
" Is this room number 505?"
" Yeah."
" Am i speaking with Mr. Kim Jonghyun?"
Such a strange way to greet a customer but yeah, whatever.
" Right."
" Do you need a breakfast, sir? to be delivered to your room?"
" Well," Jonghyun rolled his eyes to the digital clock, " Okay."
Jonghyun hung up and he slightly danced to the bathroom, picking a towel and grabbed a shirt.
He needed to prepare for tonight.
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" HYUNG WHAT THE FUCK I HAVE TO BE MINHO'S MATE FOR TONIGHT PARTY."
An anger was clearly audible beneath Lee Taemin's shrieking voice. Jinki laughed while closing his book - it doesn't matter what is the title, Taemin didn't bother to look up - and stared Taemin. He folded his arms on the library desk.
" Does it sound creepy?" Jinki asked, " Because all kind of party is always good, isn't it?"
" Well, yes," Taemin's tiny voice caused amusement to Jinki's ears, " Not when it needs us to bring a mate."
It was supposed to be a study time between them but the thought of Taemin had to attend party (with his young master, he emphasized it) - top of all, must-be-outrageous-party-since-the-holder-is-the-Almighty-Kim-Key which Taemin really contemplated it. Seeing his rather-like-dongsaeng-than-junior, Jinki locked his mouth to prevent himself from bursted laughter though eventually a stupid grin drawn over his face. Taemin whined. " Why are you grinning, Hyung?"
" Ups. Nothing."
Taemin leaned his back against the chair. " Are you going to attend the party as well?"
An awkward silence was made for seconds. Jinki's brown orbs told clearly he was suprised. Taemin frowned deeply. " Hyung?"
" Um," His shock managed to get rid away and it replaced with a calm act which is utterly fail, even fifth grader won't buy that. " I am."
Taemin formed a curious smile. " So? Who's the lucky person you will bring?"
" That.." Jinki coughed, " a secret."
" What?" Taemin pouted, " But why?"
" Cause secret makes everything more exciting," Jinki laughed. " Anyway.." He fetched the books and put into his bag, " The bell is ringing now. Time to go home. Come on, let me accompany you to find your young master."
" Okay," being the obedient boy he is, Taemin nodded and quickly pulled his bag, following the older out from library. I need to get my paperfan - and why did Key hyung borrow it this morning?
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" Seriously, Kim Key," Minho huffed, " Why do you make Taemin to be my mate?"
Key snickered. His diva attitude showed that he was already a total expert in case of this matter. He flicked his fingers and winked. " Don't you feel happy?"
" Key, I - "
" If you're not," Key smiled, " i can ask Taemin to be my acquintance's mate. He hasn't found someone yet."
" NO!" Minho sent a death glare, " You can't and you won't or else you - OUCH. KEY WHAT THE HELL WHY DO YOU BRING TAEMIN'S DEADLY PAPERFAN."
" Because i asked him," Key smirked, " in case if you were protesting just like now."
Minho immediately shut his mouth. No matter what Minho's position is, or his ability, or his prestigious title he brings, it won't be helpful when it comes to face Kim Key at the rate like this. Minho squinted to the brown haired boy and he sighed. Key rolled his eyes, signaling another hit come if Minho is about to protest again. " What? Dare to doubt me?"
" No, no! What i truly mean is.." Minho didn't know if he should point out this matter because his heart was ready to explode from embarassement. He talked about Taemin's tonight outfit which merely choosed by Key and Minho's happy feeling upon the thought of having Taemin for a night in that outfit. Rather a pervert mind or greedy urge.
Well anyway, as a gentleman, Minho bowed little, earning gasp from all students that passed by. Minho actually lowered his tail in front of the Almighty, diva, and excellency Kim Key.
" Thank you. You picked very nice clothes," Minho murmured. Key chuckled and patted Minho's shoulder. " Don't mind it," Key smacked Minho playfully , " oh, you have to remember this."
" What?"
Key's gaze turned more serious and he closed their distance so they were centis apart. Key tilted his head next to Minho's ear, whispering something. " Being the richest guy you are, you need to be more careful and guard Taemin wherever he is. Especially in a big party like mine."
Minho nodded. " I know," he replied in husky voice. Key placed his hand on his hip. " Good. We just don't know about enemies, right?"
" Yeah."
Key then growed up a smile.
" and besides, with the transparant top i choose, all eyes inside the ballroom will be scanning his body so beware.. and don't forget, control your needs, Choi Minho. Don't eat up my baby."
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Taemin chewed on his lips nervously as he grabbed piece of clothes Key sent yesterday. Minho wrapped his arm around the younger from behind, inhaling the cherry blossom scent. They were both standing in front of a door. Taemin hesitated whether he should enter it or not since a hairstylist and a make up artist had waited inside.
" You invited them, didn't you?" Taemin asked. Minho tightened his hug. " Yes."
Oh Minho. Why didn't he stop roaming him even just for a second? Taemin was clueless of his master for being too protective.
" Do i really need to use them?" Taemin spun around and faced his young master though the arm hadn't removed from his waist, " Young Master?"
" Of course," Minho rised his right eyebrow, " why not? i even had called the finest one to do your make up. and they are all women."
" .. excuse me?"
" So no one will seduce you."
" ..." Seriously Young Master what happened with your brain.
Taemin let out a heavy breathe and placed his hand on the knob. " Alright, but you're gonna dress yourself, right, Young Master? Have you done all of your works?"
Minho smiled and made a V sign. Taemin raised a thumb up. " Well done, then. I'm going in."
As Taemin opened the door and stepped in, Minho shouted, " Stylist noonas! Please make him as the prettiest, okay?"
Damn. How Taemin wanted the floor to swallow him alive. So without words, Taemin glared Minho and bang the door, in embarassement.
Minho laughed recognizing his personal assistant's face. He turned away and walked toward his room, anticipating what his assistant will be look like.
Somehow he was waiting for it.
Minho went into his room and opened his wardrobe, checking what he should wear. After a long thinking, he decided to wear a long black coat with black belt around it and white skinny pants. He also picked a white, plain outfit to be worn inside the coat. Minho dislikes to wear outstanding outfit (though everything he wears will be gorgeous no matter what he put in) so he choosed the simple one. He put hair gel on his head and smeared carefully to his short hair. Then he wore two silver chains around his wrist as the accessories. Minho looked around his appareance and he decided he was totally fine, honestly. So Minho ended up sitting on the edge of bed, waiting for Taemin.
Suddenly someone knocked the door from outside. Minho lifted up his chin. " Who?"
" It's me." A small voice but loud enough to be heard was aired through the door. " Taemin."
Minho's excited feeling was hyped up in no time. " Oh! Has it done?"
A door then was open and Taemin peeked, showing his face only. " Umm.. Hi?"
What was with that cute greeting? Minho chuckled silently. " Is there something wrong, Minnie?"
" Nothing, but.."
" Well," Minho titled his head, " come in, then."
Taemin looked nervous at first but he went over it anyway so he pushed the door away, showing his unbearable apperance.
When i said 'unbearable', i meant it.
Taemin gigled shyly. " Do i look good?"
Meanwhile, the young master, the young president, the young greatest, excellency, and milord Choi Minho was dropping his jaw, eyes went wide. His mouth was gaping with no mercy (again) and he nearly choked.
" Mi - Minnie.." Minho pointed Taemin's outfit, trembling. " Y.. You.."
Taemin still wore the top which Key gave and a thin, soft material with similar colour wrapped around his slim waist. The transparant fabric caused Taemin exposing his beige tanktop and most of his milky skin. Minho was about to scream out of his lungs seeing Taemin unbuttoned two buttons slightly, revealing his upper chest . Not forget to add, Minho had not seen the pants yesterday and now he had seen it. Minho felt his soul about to leave him. It was a very tight black leather tights that Minho was sure it can cut off circulation down there. And the boots which made from leather too - Minho believes it's Prada - making Taemin look even stunning than before. On Taemin's hand, there was a silver clutch with diamon shaped figures from Fancy Fanny hanging. Minho gulped his spit. Damn it. He's too pretty.
Being worried because Minho didn't response anything, Taemin called in tiny voice. " Young Master?"
Minho jolted in suprise as he blinked twice. " Yes?"
" Well," Taemin observed his outfit, " what do you think?"
Minho coughed awkwardly. He stood up and walked directly toward Taemin. He scanned the little one carefully and sighed. Even his strawberry blonde long hair was as smooth as silk. Apparently the make up artist didn't apply much effort on Taemin since he was already that gorgeous and flawless. She only needs to smear fruit jelly lipgloss and pink blush on, adding mascara to curly up his eyelashes and some light brown eyeshadow. Overall, Taemin was the most beautiful creature Minho ever seen.
" You know," Minho bent down enough to reach Taemin's ear and whispered, " you are indeed the finest." that actually i can eat you up, Minho added voicelessly.
Taemin blushed and he looked down to the floors. He played with his fingers nervously. " I think i'm not that fine. The stylist noonas didn't do much to me so.."
" It means," Minho suddenly carried Taemin in bridal style, making the other yelped, " you're pretty enough so they don't need to do anything further."
" Young Master!" Taemin shrieked, " put me down!"
" No," Minho pushed Taemin close, causing Taemin's face hit Minho's broad chest. Minho lowered his head and murmured, " You're going to be my princess tonight."
It was too much for Taemin's heart which now thumping badly. He shut his eyes bearing the heat rushed in his body. Minho walked happily carrying Taemin in his arms, ready for the most amazing party in his entire life.
--
It was crowd and noisy. Taemin could tell how many people attend to Key's birthday party. Seeing dozens people pass by, Taemin hid behind Minho's back frightened. He gripped Minho's coat as he peeked the situation around him. People looked very stunning and amazing. Their elegance was nothing to be doubt. Taemin then checked out himself and he felt pathetic. Taemin whined, " Young Master, i should have not came to this party. Everyone looks gorgeous."
The young boy shivered in disconfidence and he stepped back, shaking his head. " I'm so not going inside."
" And why would you?"
Taemin gave Minho the most pitiful gaze ever. " Young Master," He cried out, " I'm nothing compared to them!"
Minho left a heavy sigh. " You're going to come with me."
" What?!" Taemin pointed the crowd desperately, " Can't you see?!"
Minho rolled his eyes. " What i see now is," He grabbed the latter's hand quickly, causing a small gasp. " You're prettier. And i don't give a damn. You're going with me. Hear what i'm saying? I'm your young master. Obey what i've said."
Ever since Taemin lived with Minho, he had never heard any coercion command slipped out from his young master's mouth. Taemin's eyes wide open in disbelief and before he could say anything, Choi Minho had dragged him into Kim Key's luxurious residence and they passed the security after showing their invitation cards. Taemin was on the verge of protesting but his mouth was immediately shut as Minho mumbled, " I don't find anyone as gorgeous as you."
And how could his young master saying the cutest word ever like that? Taemin's heart was like going to explode. Minho ushered Taemin to a row of chairs, telling Taemin to sit on there first. " I'm going to get a drink," Minho said, " Don't go anywhere."
Taemin almost jumped and he yelped. " But it's my job to serve you, Young Master! Don't you dare to take over my job!"
Minho snorted as he held Taemin's shoulder not to rose from his seat. " Have you heard of pleasing their mates, duh," Minho quibbled, " And we are a couple here, Taemin-ah. It's me who have to serve you now. Anyway, is it wrong to please their 'lover'?"
Taemin was completely stunned and his mind went blank after hearing 'lover' word clearly from Minho. The older just grinned and turned his heel. " I'll be back in no time." then he left Taemin who still could not gather his normal state and seconds later, his hands supporting his red face, tried to cover the blush over his cheeks. Taemin mentally cursed on Minho's unpredictable word. Taemin wasn't planning to hear more words which can cause butterflies again, thank you very much.
Taemin finally tried to analyze current situation. He saw everyone staring in amazement to his young master. Taemin gotta admit, his young master looked much finer than usual. His tall and strong figure was wrapped with elegant long coat and white pants slipped along his legs. There he stood proudly, like a magnet, attracting everyone's gaze to him. Taemin almost could not believe that he was his young master's mate - the one who looked alluring in so many ways. Taemin inhaled deeply and scanned his appareance. He doesn't look bad, does he? Taemin groaned quietly. He was enough to be humilated today (or that's what he thought) being on the most dashing guy's side.
While Taemin was being dissolved in the crowd - there were three guys approaching Taemin with nose stuck on air.
" Hi there, pretty."
Taemin looked up and all he could see was three scary guys smirking. They were rich, Taemin could tell by their attires. and they seemed like a bunch of lonely and despair men who weren't satisfied with their mates.
And what Taemin could process in his head was - fuck. boys hitting on me.
Taemin made a little move on his seat, acting cool like he didn't really care (though his heart beating fast) and he threw his gaze aside. He hates flirtatious boys and Taemin didn't plan to get one (his touchy young master was enough).
" Where's your boyfriend, hottie?" Those flirty words made Taemin fail in his attempt to disregard them. Taemin didn't spoke any sentence. He just clenched his clutch, hoping for someone shoo them away. But, yes, as shit as they still gathered around Taemin, scaring the hell out of him. " Want to have some fun?" One of them with spike hair licked his lips, mind going to pervert state as he stared at Taemin's slim feature.
Taemin swallowed his saliva flatly. Calm down, Lee Taemin, he coinvinced himself, as the personal assistant you are, calm down and -
Shit. They caressed my thigh.
A small perverted chuckle was aired and Taemin could not stand it anymore. Hi bit his lower lip and prepare to stand up and yank all three - no matter what the risk is - and he stopped.
A strong and gallant figure showing up from behind them. He placed his cold hand on one of those perverts and the latter spun around, getting irritated of someone who interfere their flirty time.
But then he let out a small gasp upon seeing the excellency stand there, glaring at the three.
" Don't touch my property," he practically snapped them, " or else i will have your manhood cut and served on silver plate."
No one here doesn't know the great Choi Minho - one of the most talented and sharp-looking guy in the universe - including those three. After knowing Taemin is Minho's, their guts was shriveled and they didn't plan to fight back otherwise their half of life will be torn mercilessly. " We are really sorry!" and it was all they said before running away to save their butts. Minho snuffled and muttered, what a bunch of asses, and he glared at Taemin.
He did see those perverts hitting Taemin.
He did see those perverts seducing Taemin.
and top of all, he did see those perverts caressing that milky thigh of Taemin.
Why could he forget Key's warning?
Minho groaned and he yanked Taemin from his chair, pulling him to somewhere quiet. Taemin jolted as his wrist was taken by the big hand of his young master. Taemin looked back and went frantic. They even had not seen the owner of this party yet! and Taemin had not thanked Key either - so then where did Minho take him to? Taemin wanted to ask or protest, but he was too scared to bother his young master because he was full of annoyance.
They were heading to a balcony which far from the noise. Minho pushed Taemin, causing the younger winced as he back crashed to the wall. His eyes fluttered and before he was able to think normal, Minho unbuttoned Taemin's top. Taemin was shocked as Minho parted the front side away, revealing Taemin's smooth chest. Not forget to add his shock, Minho's lips meshed with Taemin's chest and he began sucking the skin hungrily, making Taemin let out a small whimper. He shuddered and Minho made his way to the crook of Taemin's neck, sucking the exposed flesh. Taemin moaned soundlessly, too embarassed to voice out the pleasure Minho give. Taemin closed his eyes as he felt Minho's mouth roamed over his upper body - to his shoulder, chest, and neck. Minho's lips were as cold as ice and Taemin could not understand why his master turned to be a slight beast. But what Taemin really thought is, Minho's lips were actually juicy and addicting. Taemin panted as Minho pressed their bodies together and his leg was in between Taemin's, shoving it further. Taemin gasped when Minho sucked his collarbone hard and he cried out.
" Y - y - young master.."
After minutes that feels to by so slowly, Minho parted his lips away from Taemin's skin and he stared at the younger boy. His hair was a bit messy and his flushed cheeks made him looks even prettier. Minho caught off his breathe and he removed his leg from Taemin. The personal assistant shivered and he opened his eyes slowly. He was too embarassed to see his young master but what can he do now?
But strangely, Minho smirked.
" Look at yourself."
Taemin obediently looked down. In split second, his eyes turned wide and he screamed in shock as he saw couple marks on his chest. Taemin spun around to face the black pane and he gasped.
" Young Master!" Taemin shrieked, " What did you do to me?!"
There were lot of kissmarks spreaded on Taemin's skin - or to make it even clear, on where Minho had sucked his flesh. The kissmarks were totally red. Even from afar, Taemin was pretty sure anyone can see the marks. Taemin hurriedly covered up the kissmarks by buttoning his top but he whined helplessly as he realized he can't do much with his neck.
Minho folded his arms over his chest. " That's to teach those bastards whose property you are."
I'm so not your property, Taemin murmured frantically as he thought deeply to deceive these hideous kissmarks. Taemin decided to cover the kissmarks with his long hair and he rotated back. Taemin was ready to hit his young master with his palm (not with his paperfan, Taemin didn't bring it since he didn't know where he should put it) but the older gripped his wrist calmly. Taemin's weak attack is nothing compared to Minho's strength so he failed. Taemin muttered a weak, " damn you, Young Master," before his eyes nearly rolled back, almost fainting dead away. Now what he does he have to do with this kissmarks and how will he face all guests inside? Taemin whined a little.
Minho fixed Taemin's hair as he murmured, " I don't want to see you being seduced with those perverts. Let them see that you're mine."
Was he jealous or stupid or mindless cause Taemin could not see the difference but hey it's still able to make Taemin blush. Minho patted Taemin's shoulder.
" Come on. We need to greet the guests and also, of course, Key. We haven't seen him, right?"
Whose fault is this, Taemin growled. He followed his young master while covering tightly all marks caused by Choi Minho, hoped that no one will recognize it.
Damn. He needed to find out Jinki soon too - or else he might be eaten up by those predators.
Oh, well.
--
Meanwhile, a guy with sunglasses just stepped out of his limousine, eyeing Kim Key's residence. This party wasn't an ordinary party. Beside for having fun, a lot of important people also come. Being rich guy he was, of course he had met Key once in oversea for some bussiness. He wasn't suprised when he received an invitation letter of Kim Key's birthday party since there would be many rich teenagers around his age attending this party.
He shrugged in anticipation as he walked confidently to the residence, bringing the invitation letter. His eyes explored the whole ballroom, trying to find his 'rival'.
or to make it more formal and obvious, his cousin.
Where's Minho?
" Sir Jonghyun, you may go in."
That Jonghyun guy then went in as what had been told. He smiled as he saw the crowd surrounding in front of him.
Seoul, I'm back.
--
Eli's mouth parted in shock as he ran to President Choi's private room. He knocked twice and after receiving affirmative, he opened the door. President Choi looked up with piles of paper next to him. " yes, Butler Eli?"
" President," Eli tried to breath after running all the way in, " I forgot to tell Milord about sir Jonghyun's arrival. Have you?"
President Choi shook his head. " Well, i haven't."
" Is that okay?" Eli asked in worry tone, " since they were a child, they have had sort of rivalry between them, right?"
President Choi hummed. " I guess so," then he laughed, " don't worry. Let Minho figure it out by himself. He will know about Jonghyun's presence cause, they both were invited to Kim Key's party."
Eli curled his mouth in confusion. " So does that mean no need to worry?"
" Yes," President Choi leaned against his seat, " Does Minho bring Taemin along with him?" Eli nodded. President Choi fused his eyebrows. " Interesting."
" May i know why, President?"
The old man chuckled. " We both know Minho's protectiveness to Taemin, and i'm pretty sure what he feels without being told," he replied smoothly, " and at the past, a girl Minho liked was same with Jonghyun. I wonder if Minho and Jonghyun will compete each other again, just like ten years ago, over the person they like."
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Part 4b is done! Finally /sigh. And for those who can't picture what Taemin wears, here it goes!
Looklet helps me much /runs away.
Author : Ahra
Pairing: 2min
Genre: AU
Rating: PG-13 for some perverted actions by Choi Minho 8] (this may go higher)
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 as the youngest president. Lee Taemin is all Minho needs as his personal assistant. Yes, perfect combination in work, life, and perhaps, love.
A/n: am i late? o.O and if this contains errors, just pass it over please >.< i'm too tired and my brain is too fried to recheck it so i'm sorry! this is the longest chapter i've written.
and for the summary, i decided to change it to make everything turn even more exciting 8] and i like this one better lol /runs.
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It was an ordinary morning in Seoul. Sky was as blue as usual and the birds chipping loud. Cars were passing by and the drivers honked it, adding the noise which actually had happened since two hours ago - yes, work hour, what i mean - and it was already 10 a.m. A snort reverbed inside a hotel room and someone rose up from bed. He yawned wide and his eyes fluttered through the light from sun going through the panes. He kicked the blanket aside and stood up proudly, exposing his muscular arms and well trained back. Tears shown up on the eyelids due to too much yawning. He strached his not itchy head and ruffled his hair. He walked silenty to a digital clock which had dates feature on it, showing what date today. He smiled upon seeing it, knowing what might be even more fun than ... the party.
He wanted to see his cousin.
Rivalry going on between them since they were a child. Who knows it'll be continue? and he didn't want to judge anything before met his cousin.
Cause it has been ten years long.
Then to break off the silence remaining, a telephone call was asking to be picked up. He dragged his feet lazily to the telephone.
" Yes?"
" Is this room number 505?"
" Yeah."
" Am i speaking with Mr. Kim Jonghyun?"
Such a strange way to greet a customer but yeah, whatever.
" Right."
" Do you need a breakfast, sir? to be delivered to your room?"
" Well," Jonghyun rolled his eyes to the digital clock, " Okay."
Jonghyun hung up and he slightly danced to the bathroom, picking a towel and grabbed a shirt.
He needed to prepare for tonight.
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" HYUNG WHAT THE FUCK I HAVE TO BE MINHO'S MATE FOR TONIGHT PARTY."
An anger was clearly audible beneath Lee Taemin's shrieking voice. Jinki laughed while closing his book - it doesn't matter what is the title, Taemin didn't bother to look up - and stared Taemin. He folded his arms on the library desk.
" Does it sound creepy?" Jinki asked, " Because all kind of party is always good, isn't it?"
" Well, yes," Taemin's tiny voice caused amusement to Jinki's ears, " Not when it needs us to bring a mate."
It was supposed to be a study time between them but the thought of Taemin had to attend party (with his young master, he emphasized it) - top of all, must-be-outrageous-party-since-the-holder-is-the-Almighty-Kim-Key which Taemin really contemplated it. Seeing his rather-like-dongsaeng-than-junior, Jinki locked his mouth to prevent himself from bursted laughter though eventually a stupid grin drawn over his face. Taemin whined. " Why are you grinning, Hyung?"
" Ups. Nothing."
Taemin leaned his back against the chair. " Are you going to attend the party as well?"
An awkward silence was made for seconds. Jinki's brown orbs told clearly he was suprised. Taemin frowned deeply. " Hyung?"
" Um," His shock managed to get rid away and it replaced with a calm act which is utterly fail, even fifth grader won't buy that. " I am."
Taemin formed a curious smile. " So? Who's the lucky person you will bring?"
" That.." Jinki coughed, " a secret."
" What?" Taemin pouted, " But why?"
" Cause secret makes everything more exciting," Jinki laughed. " Anyway.." He fetched the books and put into his bag, " The bell is ringing now. Time to go home. Come on, let me accompany you to find your young master."
" Okay," being the obedient boy he is, Taemin nodded and quickly pulled his bag, following the older out from library. I need to get my paperfan - and why did Key hyung borrow it this morning?
--
" Seriously, Kim Key," Minho huffed, " Why do you make Taemin to be my mate?"
Key snickered. His diva attitude showed that he was already a total expert in case of this matter. He flicked his fingers and winked. " Don't you feel happy?"
" Key, I - "
" If you're not," Key smiled, " i can ask Taemin to be my acquintance's mate. He hasn't found someone yet."
" NO!" Minho sent a death glare, " You can't and you won't or else you - OUCH. KEY WHAT THE HELL WHY DO YOU BRING TAEMIN'S DEADLY PAPERFAN."
" Because i asked him," Key smirked, " in case if you were protesting just like now."
Minho immediately shut his mouth. No matter what Minho's position is, or his ability, or his prestigious title he brings, it won't be helpful when it comes to face Kim Key at the rate like this. Minho squinted to the brown haired boy and he sighed. Key rolled his eyes, signaling another hit come if Minho is about to protest again. " What? Dare to doubt me?"
" No, no! What i truly mean is.." Minho didn't know if he should point out this matter because his heart was ready to explode from embarassement. He talked about Taemin's tonight outfit which merely choosed by Key and Minho's happy feeling upon the thought of having Taemin for a night in that outfit. Rather a pervert mind or greedy urge.
Well anyway, as a gentleman, Minho bowed little, earning gasp from all students that passed by. Minho actually lowered his tail in front of the Almighty, diva, and excellency Kim Key.
" Thank you. You picked very nice clothes," Minho murmured. Key chuckled and patted Minho's shoulder. " Don't mind it," Key smacked Minho playfully , " oh, you have to remember this."
" What?"
Key's gaze turned more serious and he closed their distance so they were centis apart. Key tilted his head next to Minho's ear, whispering something. " Being the richest guy you are, you need to be more careful and guard Taemin wherever he is. Especially in a big party like mine."
Minho nodded. " I know," he replied in husky voice. Key placed his hand on his hip. " Good. We just don't know about enemies, right?"
" Yeah."
Key then growed up a smile.
" and besides, with the transparant top i choose, all eyes inside the ballroom will be scanning his body so beware.. and don't forget, control your needs, Choi Minho. Don't eat up my baby."
--
Taemin chewed on his lips nervously as he grabbed piece of clothes Key sent yesterday. Minho wrapped his arm around the younger from behind, inhaling the cherry blossom scent. They were both standing in front of a door. Taemin hesitated whether he should enter it or not since a hairstylist and a make up artist had waited inside.
" You invited them, didn't you?" Taemin asked. Minho tightened his hug. " Yes."
Oh Minho. Why didn't he stop roaming him even just for a second? Taemin was clueless of his master for being too protective.
" Do i really need to use them?" Taemin spun around and faced his young master though the arm hadn't removed from his waist, " Young Master?"
" Of course," Minho rised his right eyebrow, " why not? i even had called the finest one to do your make up. and they are all women."
" .. excuse me?"
" So no one will seduce you."
" ..." Seriously Young Master what happened with your brain.
Taemin let out a heavy breathe and placed his hand on the knob. " Alright, but you're gonna dress yourself, right, Young Master? Have you done all of your works?"
Minho smiled and made a V sign. Taemin raised a thumb up. " Well done, then. I'm going in."
As Taemin opened the door and stepped in, Minho shouted, " Stylist noonas! Please make him as the prettiest, okay?"
Damn. How Taemin wanted the floor to swallow him alive. So without words, Taemin glared Minho and bang the door, in embarassement.
Minho laughed recognizing his personal assistant's face. He turned away and walked toward his room, anticipating what his assistant will be look like.
Somehow he was waiting for it.
Minho went into his room and opened his wardrobe, checking what he should wear. After a long thinking, he decided to wear a long black coat with black belt around it and white skinny pants. He also picked a white, plain outfit to be worn inside the coat. Minho dislikes to wear outstanding outfit (though everything he wears will be gorgeous no matter what he put in) so he choosed the simple one. He put hair gel on his head and smeared carefully to his short hair. Then he wore two silver chains around his wrist as the accessories. Minho looked around his appareance and he decided he was totally fine, honestly. So Minho ended up sitting on the edge of bed, waiting for Taemin.
Suddenly someone knocked the door from outside. Minho lifted up his chin. " Who?"
" It's me." A small voice but loud enough to be heard was aired through the door. " Taemin."
Minho's excited feeling was hyped up in no time. " Oh! Has it done?"
A door then was open and Taemin peeked, showing his face only. " Umm.. Hi?"
What was with that cute greeting? Minho chuckled silently. " Is there something wrong, Minnie?"
" Nothing, but.."
" Well," Minho titled his head, " come in, then."
Taemin looked nervous at first but he went over it anyway so he pushed the door away, showing his unbearable apperance.
When i said 'unbearable', i meant it.
Taemin gigled shyly. " Do i look good?"
Meanwhile, the young master, the young president, the young greatest, excellency, and milord Choi Minho was dropping his jaw, eyes went wide. His mouth was gaping with no mercy (again) and he nearly choked.
" Mi - Minnie.." Minho pointed Taemin's outfit, trembling. " Y.. You.."
Taemin still wore the top which Key gave and a thin, soft material with similar colour wrapped around his slim waist. The transparant fabric caused Taemin exposing his beige tanktop and most of his milky skin. Minho was about to scream out of his lungs seeing Taemin unbuttoned two buttons slightly, revealing his upper chest . Not forget to add, Minho had not seen the pants yesterday and now he had seen it. Minho felt his soul about to leave him. It was a very tight black leather tights that Minho was sure it can cut off circulation down there. And the boots which made from leather too - Minho believes it's Prada - making Taemin look even stunning than before. On Taemin's hand, there was a silver clutch with diamon shaped figures from Fancy Fanny hanging. Minho gulped his spit. Damn it. He's too pretty.
Being worried because Minho didn't response anything, Taemin called in tiny voice. " Young Master?"
Minho jolted in suprise as he blinked twice. " Yes?"
" Well," Taemin observed his outfit, " what do you think?"
Minho coughed awkwardly. He stood up and walked directly toward Taemin. He scanned the little one carefully and sighed. Even his strawberry blonde long hair was as smooth as silk. Apparently the make up artist didn't apply much effort on Taemin since he was already that gorgeous and flawless. She only needs to smear fruit jelly lipgloss and pink blush on, adding mascara to curly up his eyelashes and some light brown eyeshadow. Overall, Taemin was the most beautiful creature Minho ever seen.
" You know," Minho bent down enough to reach Taemin's ear and whispered, " you are indeed the finest." that actually i can eat you up, Minho added voicelessly.
Taemin blushed and he looked down to the floors. He played with his fingers nervously. " I think i'm not that fine. The stylist noonas didn't do much to me so.."
" It means," Minho suddenly carried Taemin in bridal style, making the other yelped, " you're pretty enough so they don't need to do anything further."
" Young Master!" Taemin shrieked, " put me down!"
" No," Minho pushed Taemin close, causing Taemin's face hit Minho's broad chest. Minho lowered his head and murmured, " You're going to be my princess tonight."
It was too much for Taemin's heart which now thumping badly. He shut his eyes bearing the heat rushed in his body. Minho walked happily carrying Taemin in his arms, ready for the most amazing party in his entire life.
--
It was crowd and noisy. Taemin could tell how many people attend to Key's birthday party. Seeing dozens people pass by, Taemin hid behind Minho's back frightened. He gripped Minho's coat as he peeked the situation around him. People looked very stunning and amazing. Their elegance was nothing to be doubt. Taemin then checked out himself and he felt pathetic. Taemin whined, " Young Master, i should have not came to this party. Everyone looks gorgeous."
The young boy shivered in disconfidence and he stepped back, shaking his head. " I'm so not going inside."
" And why would you?"
Taemin gave Minho the most pitiful gaze ever. " Young Master," He cried out, " I'm nothing compared to them!"
Minho left a heavy sigh. " You're going to come with me."
" What?!" Taemin pointed the crowd desperately, " Can't you see?!"
Minho rolled his eyes. " What i see now is," He grabbed the latter's hand quickly, causing a small gasp. " You're prettier. And i don't give a damn. You're going with me. Hear what i'm saying? I'm your young master. Obey what i've said."
Ever since Taemin lived with Minho, he had never heard any coercion command slipped out from his young master's mouth. Taemin's eyes wide open in disbelief and before he could say anything, Choi Minho had dragged him into Kim Key's luxurious residence and they passed the security after showing their invitation cards. Taemin was on the verge of protesting but his mouth was immediately shut as Minho mumbled, " I don't find anyone as gorgeous as you."
And how could his young master saying the cutest word ever like that? Taemin's heart was like going to explode. Minho ushered Taemin to a row of chairs, telling Taemin to sit on there first. " I'm going to get a drink," Minho said, " Don't go anywhere."
Taemin almost jumped and he yelped. " But it's my job to serve you, Young Master! Don't you dare to take over my job!"
Minho snorted as he held Taemin's shoulder not to rose from his seat. " Have you heard of pleasing their mates, duh," Minho quibbled, " And we are a couple here, Taemin-ah. It's me who have to serve you now. Anyway, is it wrong to please their 'lover'?"
Taemin was completely stunned and his mind went blank after hearing 'lover' word clearly from Minho. The older just grinned and turned his heel. " I'll be back in no time." then he left Taemin who still could not gather his normal state and seconds later, his hands supporting his red face, tried to cover the blush over his cheeks. Taemin mentally cursed on Minho's unpredictable word. Taemin wasn't planning to hear more words which can cause butterflies again, thank you very much.
Taemin finally tried to analyze current situation. He saw everyone staring in amazement to his young master. Taemin gotta admit, his young master looked much finer than usual. His tall and strong figure was wrapped with elegant long coat and white pants slipped along his legs. There he stood proudly, like a magnet, attracting everyone's gaze to him. Taemin almost could not believe that he was his young master's mate - the one who looked alluring in so many ways. Taemin inhaled deeply and scanned his appareance. He doesn't look bad, does he? Taemin groaned quietly. He was enough to be humilated today (or that's what he thought) being on the most dashing guy's side.
While Taemin was being dissolved in the crowd - there were three guys approaching Taemin with nose stuck on air.
" Hi there, pretty."
Taemin looked up and all he could see was three scary guys smirking. They were rich, Taemin could tell by their attires. and they seemed like a bunch of lonely and despair men who weren't satisfied with their mates.
And what Taemin could process in his head was - fuck. boys hitting on me.
Taemin made a little move on his seat, acting cool like he didn't really care (though his heart beating fast) and he threw his gaze aside. He hates flirtatious boys and Taemin didn't plan to get one (his touchy young master was enough).
" Where's your boyfriend, hottie?" Those flirty words made Taemin fail in his attempt to disregard them. Taemin didn't spoke any sentence. He just clenched his clutch, hoping for someone shoo them away. But, yes, as shit as they still gathered around Taemin, scaring the hell out of him. " Want to have some fun?" One of them with spike hair licked his lips, mind going to pervert state as he stared at Taemin's slim feature.
Taemin swallowed his saliva flatly. Calm down, Lee Taemin, he coinvinced himself, as the personal assistant you are, calm down and -
Shit. They caressed my thigh.
A small perverted chuckle was aired and Taemin could not stand it anymore. Hi bit his lower lip and prepare to stand up and yank all three - no matter what the risk is - and he stopped.
A strong and gallant figure showing up from behind them. He placed his cold hand on one of those perverts and the latter spun around, getting irritated of someone who interfere their flirty time.
But then he let out a small gasp upon seeing the excellency stand there, glaring at the three.
" Don't touch my property," he practically snapped them, " or else i will have your manhood cut and served on silver plate."
No one here doesn't know the great Choi Minho - one of the most talented and sharp-looking guy in the universe - including those three. After knowing Taemin is Minho's, their guts was shriveled and they didn't plan to fight back otherwise their half of life will be torn mercilessly. " We are really sorry!" and it was all they said before running away to save their butts. Minho snuffled and muttered, what a bunch of asses, and he glared at Taemin.
He did see those perverts hitting Taemin.
He did see those perverts seducing Taemin.
and top of all, he did see those perverts caressing that milky thigh of Taemin.
Why could he forget Key's warning?
Minho groaned and he yanked Taemin from his chair, pulling him to somewhere quiet. Taemin jolted as his wrist was taken by the big hand of his young master. Taemin looked back and went frantic. They even had not seen the owner of this party yet! and Taemin had not thanked Key either - so then where did Minho take him to? Taemin wanted to ask or protest, but he was too scared to bother his young master because he was full of annoyance.
They were heading to a balcony which far from the noise. Minho pushed Taemin, causing the younger winced as he back crashed to the wall. His eyes fluttered and before he was able to think normal, Minho unbuttoned Taemin's top. Taemin was shocked as Minho parted the front side away, revealing Taemin's smooth chest. Not forget to add his shock, Minho's lips meshed with Taemin's chest and he began sucking the skin hungrily, making Taemin let out a small whimper. He shuddered and Minho made his way to the crook of Taemin's neck, sucking the exposed flesh. Taemin moaned soundlessly, too embarassed to voice out the pleasure Minho give. Taemin closed his eyes as he felt Minho's mouth roamed over his upper body - to his shoulder, chest, and neck. Minho's lips were as cold as ice and Taemin could not understand why his master turned to be a slight beast. But what Taemin really thought is, Minho's lips were actually juicy and addicting. Taemin panted as Minho pressed their bodies together and his leg was in between Taemin's, shoving it further. Taemin gasped when Minho sucked his collarbone hard and he cried out.
" Y - y - young master.."
After minutes that feels to by so slowly, Minho parted his lips away from Taemin's skin and he stared at the younger boy. His hair was a bit messy and his flushed cheeks made him looks even prettier. Minho caught off his breathe and he removed his leg from Taemin. The personal assistant shivered and he opened his eyes slowly. He was too embarassed to see his young master but what can he do now?
But strangely, Minho smirked.
" Look at yourself."
Taemin obediently looked down. In split second, his eyes turned wide and he screamed in shock as he saw couple marks on his chest. Taemin spun around to face the black pane and he gasped.
" Young Master!" Taemin shrieked, " What did you do to me?!"
There were lot of kissmarks spreaded on Taemin's skin - or to make it even clear, on where Minho had sucked his flesh. The kissmarks were totally red. Even from afar, Taemin was pretty sure anyone can see the marks. Taemin hurriedly covered up the kissmarks by buttoning his top but he whined helplessly as he realized he can't do much with his neck.
Minho folded his arms over his chest. " That's to teach those bastards whose property you are."
I'm so not your property, Taemin murmured frantically as he thought deeply to deceive these hideous kissmarks. Taemin decided to cover the kissmarks with his long hair and he rotated back. Taemin was ready to hit his young master with his palm (not with his paperfan, Taemin didn't bring it since he didn't know where he should put it) but the older gripped his wrist calmly. Taemin's weak attack is nothing compared to Minho's strength so he failed. Taemin muttered a weak, " damn you, Young Master," before his eyes nearly rolled back, almost fainting dead away. Now what he does he have to do with this kissmarks and how will he face all guests inside? Taemin whined a little.
Minho fixed Taemin's hair as he murmured, " I don't want to see you being seduced with those perverts. Let them see that you're mine."
Was he jealous or stupid or mindless cause Taemin could not see the difference but hey it's still able to make Taemin blush. Minho patted Taemin's shoulder.
" Come on. We need to greet the guests and also, of course, Key. We haven't seen him, right?"
Whose fault is this, Taemin growled. He followed his young master while covering tightly all marks caused by Choi Minho, hoped that no one will recognize it.
Damn. He needed to find out Jinki soon too - or else he might be eaten up by those predators.
Oh, well.
--
Meanwhile, a guy with sunglasses just stepped out of his limousine, eyeing Kim Key's residence. This party wasn't an ordinary party. Beside for having fun, a lot of important people also come. Being rich guy he was, of course he had met Key once in oversea for some bussiness. He wasn't suprised when he received an invitation letter of Kim Key's birthday party since there would be many rich teenagers around his age attending this party.
He shrugged in anticipation as he walked confidently to the residence, bringing the invitation letter. His eyes explored the whole ballroom, trying to find his 'rival'.
or to make it more formal and obvious, his cousin.
Where's Minho?
" Sir Jonghyun, you may go in."
That Jonghyun guy then went in as what had been told. He smiled as he saw the crowd surrounding in front of him.
Seoul, I'm back.
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Eli's mouth parted in shock as he ran to President Choi's private room. He knocked twice and after receiving affirmative, he opened the door. President Choi looked up with piles of paper next to him. " yes, Butler Eli?"
" President," Eli tried to breath after running all the way in, " I forgot to tell Milord about sir Jonghyun's arrival. Have you?"
President Choi shook his head. " Well, i haven't."
" Is that okay?" Eli asked in worry tone, " since they were a child, they have had sort of rivalry between them, right?"
President Choi hummed. " I guess so," then he laughed, " don't worry. Let Minho figure it out by himself. He will know about Jonghyun's presence cause, they both were invited to Kim Key's party."
Eli curled his mouth in confusion. " So does that mean no need to worry?"
" Yes," President Choi leaned against his seat, " Does Minho bring Taemin along with him?" Eli nodded. President Choi fused his eyebrows. " Interesting."
" May i know why, President?"
The old man chuckled. " We both know Minho's protectiveness to Taemin, and i'm pretty sure what he feels without being told," he replied smoothly, " and at the past, a girl Minho liked was same with Jonghyun. I wonder if Minho and Jonghyun will compete each other again, just like ten years ago, over the person they like."
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Part 4b is done! Finally /sigh. And for those who can't picture what Taemin wears, here it goes!
Looklet helps me much /runs away.