Yes, My Master (7/?)
Title: Yes, My Master (7/?)
Author : Ahra
Pairing: 2min
Genre: AU
Rating: PG-13
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: the italic words might refer to the 'past' or 'self-talking'.
" Why don't you close your eyes?"
She stared me after hearing my suggestion.
" Okay."
In a time she closed her eyes, i examined her face carefully, finding if there's a flaw or not.
and i hesitated for seconds.
Before i knew what i was doing, i leaned forward to her, placing a light kiss.
.
.
.
" Breakfast is ready!"
Minho groaned. Taemin was walking towards him ready to shift the blanket aside. " YOUNG MASTER WE HAVE TO GO TO SCHOOL!" he yelled. Grumpy, Minho buried his face into the pillow, rolling himself wrapped with blanket. " Dun wanna!"
" Don't be such a baby when you're woken!"
Minho grumbled mentally, if Taemin needs to recall, he was being a baby too when drunk.
" MINHOOOOOOOOOO!" came a high pitched voice. Minho snorted between his grunts. His mind practically had not been coming back from alien world. or dream land. Irritated, Taemin crawled onto the bed, climbing on the top of half-dead young master. Scanning the almost didn't move body, Taemin inhaled a very deep breathe and bent downward Minho. " Wake up," he whispered frustatedly.
Minho, whose ears were tickled, finally awakened after ten good minutes long battle and rolled his eyes peevishly. Sighing, Minho then circled his limp arm around Taemin's neck whom practically above him, pulling the younger to his chest and hugged tightly.
" Morning," Minho mumbled. Taemin sighed as if this frequently happened. Minho ruffled Taemin's head softly, but then noticing a suture on his scalp
" What with this suture, Minnie?"
" Umm," Taemin rubbed the trace and explained, " I think it was because a little accident. I can't remember much, somehow."
" I see."
Minho cupped Taemin's both cheeks with his hands and smiled. The tip of their noses were dangerously close, making a small friction. Both stayed quiet, eyes locked onto each other. Somehow Minho questioned this kind of relationship. He always clasped his arms around the little one, being a possesive as he was. He didn't know what this is called. As often as Minho had Taemin in his arms, their skin rubbing intimately, Minho never kissed Taemin's lips. It was actually inviting, if Minho had to admit it.
But ..
" Minho?" Taemin's soft voice snapped his head back to reality, " We will be late if this continues."
Damn. Taemin just broke a precious moment, Minho thought. Taemin pushed himself backward, breaking away from Minho. He just hovered right on Minho, staring him with hands folded. " Get up," he commanded, adding extra cuteness (which is Minho was pretty sure he didn't mean to add).
" Okay," finally Minho complied, " I'm going to take a shower. Wait for me here. Prepare my uniform." and earned a small 'yes' from Taemin's mouth. The younger got off of Minho, crawling back to the floor.
As Minho walked to a shower, Taemin picked the uniform out of closet and laid it down on the bed. After that he sat on the edge of bed, waiting his young master patiently.
Though finally he knew, waiting Choi Minho taking a bath actually kills.
The sound of sliding glass door brought Taemin's mind back to life and he turned his head, about to look to his young master..
CRAP.
I SEE ABS EVERYWHERE.
Behold, the honorable Young President Choi Minho with towel hanging around his waist, covering the lower part, showing the well toned abs as if seducing to be licked - or eyes-raped. Hair was all wet, bangs leaving messily onto his forehead, face hidden under his fringes. Water was dripping onto his delicous eatable body.
Taemin was frozen sitting there, uncounciously gulped his saliva almost half way down until Minho strolled to him. As if it urged Taemin to get his sanity back, Taemin hurriedly stood up, ready to save his life's behalf to keep his eyes innocent as they were. "OHMYGODNESSTHANKGODYOU'VESHOWEREDNOWLET'SGRABYOURBREAKFAST," Taemin suggested (which sounded more like he was yelling) with no even tiny space to breathe. Minho furrowed his eyebrows. " What?" He barely could sort the words and his hand raised up, wanting to touch Taemin. But Taemin shut his eyes tightly, mouth curling as if he was defending himself. Minho titled. " Tae, what's wrong?"
" Ngg." Think smart, Taemin. THINK! " I'd be more appreciate it if you put your clothes first."
YAAAYYY I SAID IT.
8D
...
...
...
Eyes shot open.
IDIOT WHY DID I SAY THAT?!
Taemin's face, soon within two mere seconds, was filled with all embarassment that may exist from all over the world, getting redder. Taemin gasped, inhaling oxygen deep as he could, and he mustered up courage to peek, which was eventually finding his young master puffed his cheeks, obviously trying his best to gulp back his laugh.
Taemin could only hope to these floors to swallow him alive, or maybe escape to the furthest place in South.
And to add more suspense on his nerves and shoulders, Minho slowly clamped Taemin's chin betwen fingers, forcing him to look up and Taemin sweared shivers running on his body, hairs stood up in fear (or nervous, perhaps).
Minho smirked. " Do you want me?"
THAT'S IT.
YOU TOLD WHAT I'VE BEEN REFUSING TO EVEN THINK.
Taemin quickly shook his head which looked more he was about to break his neck. Minho chew on his lips, trying not to smile wide. His right hand wrapped around Taemin's skinny waist, pushing him forward and face buried onto Minho's chest.
Or i must say, his NAKED chest.
and Taemin could pass out anytime soon while Minho smiled in satisfication, peeling the younger away from him.
.
.
.
" This is Minho, your cousin. Please greet him, Jonghyunnie."
It was a lofty, haughty 8 years old boy, standing in front of me.
As soon as i saw him, i -
Jonghyun's eyes snapped open when the sunrays radiated through his windowpanes. He felt as if train just hit his head and he got up slowly, shifting the comforter aside. He observed the whole room and he remembered he was staying with Choi's family again from now on. Feeling the painstruck in his head, Jonghyun got out of bed and rushed to bathroom. He brushed his teeth in his half-concious state of mind, then changed his sleeping wear to shirt after taking a shower.
What an old memory, he murmured in silent, recalling the dream earlier.
Jonghyun then tossed his sleeping wear to a clothes hamper and went off to grab a breakfast.
" WHY ARE YOU LAUGHING, YOUNG MASTER?!"
Came a broken laugh.
" Because your expression looked funny. I couldn't help it but laugh.."
Jonghyun stopped, eyes looking at them. They were like five meters away from him so they didn't notice there was Jonghyun around them and kept walking away. Jonghyun's mouth was locked though there were some words he wanted to say, questions to be answered in his head.
It has been a while seeing him smiled sincerely because of someone.
Deep inside his heart, Jonghyun felt half unsure whether he needed to do this.
.
.
.
" Ah, Milord Jonghyun."
Taemin's bright greeting voice snapped Minho and he looked aside. Jonghyun was walking directed to them and joined their breakfast time. It became a bit irritating for Minho when Jonghyun threw a smile to Taemin and the younger responded it warmly. Jonghyun took a seat across Minho and the latter didn't bother to look up. He continued on his breakfast, sometimes asking Taemin a water again. Jonghyun shot a glance to Taemin whom wasn't paying attention to him, focused to Minho only. Jonghyun pretended chewing his food, not really interested with their talk. Taemin nagged about how Minho's eating speed was as slow as snail and Minho just smirked, seemed having his fun to razz Taemin.
A smile was suddenly drawn over Jonghyun's face.
" Taemin.. right?"
Both Minho and Taemin paused and glanced sideways, finding Jonghyun's smile.
" I'm Jonghyun," he said, " We haven't had a proper introduction yet."
" Oh," Taemin pulled a thin line on his lips. " I'm Taemin and I'm Young Master Minho's personal assistant."
Minho, who didn't really like Jonghyun's gaze to Taemin, added coldly, " Mine and only."
Jonghyun laughed. " Yeah. I know, it doesn't mean i want to steal him as my assistant, right?"
You stole her, Minho uttered quietly, my first crush.
Jonghyun finished his meal and put the cutlery on the both sides of plate. He folded his arms on the dining table and suggested, " How if we have a nice talk later, Minnie? Oh, am i allowed to call you 'Minnie'?"
And before Taemin could speak, Minho already cut him off, " That nickname can be used only by me."
Jonghyun frowned while Taemin was remaining dazed, not really understand why his young master acted so peeve. Meanwhile Minho still threw a death glare to Jonghyun whom soon realized something. Jonghyun clenched his fist onto the fabric wrapping his leg, making a sincere smile.
" Okay then 'Tae'," Jonghyun ignored Minho's widened eyes, continuing to talk, " I guess we can stroll together outside, perhaps in the garden? I think it's fine if you have a free time from helping Minho. You're his personal assistant, right?"
Minho's mouth was really on the condition of wanting to defy but when Jonghyun emphasized 'personal assistant' as if he was underlining it, it became numb. Minho nervously looked to Taemin, anticipating any word to Jonghyun, but the personal assistant merely stood there, loss of words.
Then, Taemin slowly opened his mouth, about to speak.
" Well, I - "
and Minho's phone suddenly rang, shocking the other two. Minho lazily flipped his cell open. " Hello?"
" WHERE ARE YOU WE HAVE UPCOMING EXAM AND YOU HAVEN'T TOLD ME THE STORY YET. TEN FUCKING MINUTES UNTIL CLASS, DAMMIT." and Key hung up, Minho's big eyes crinkled. Why does he always hang up after yelling in a call?
Taemin could expect that it was Kim Key's voice, the one and only who could yell at Minho beside himself. Taemin was glad enough after Key calling Minho, which means he didn't have to answer anytime soon. He quickly urged Minho to go school fast. Minho nodded and he took his bag as he stood up.
" Hurry up! And oh, we're having a meeting tonight from an important client." Taemin urged and fixed Minho's tie in short time expertly.
Jonghyun, who was sitting over them, noticed Taemin fixing Minho's tie and hissed. They make a fine couple.
.
.
.
" Care to explain what happened?"
It was in Key and Minho's class. They were free to talk about anything since no one was around beside themselves. Taemin was their junior and Jinki was at the other's class.
Minho sighed to start their conversation. " My cousin is back from America after ten years. The thing is, he seems like have a interest on Taemin."
" So? Are you worried?"
" Of course!" Minho ranted, eyes full of annoyance. " Do you expect him to get close with my personal assistant? DO YOU?! NAH, NOT. EVEN IN HUNDRED YEARS AND - OUCH."
Kim Key, out of hell, just smacked hard Minho's head with his fist and shot an annoyed glare. " Don't fucking yell to me. You know who you're talking with, HAH?!"
And Minho lowered down his tail.
Key crossed his arms on his chest. " So, your personal assistant, eh?"
" Yes!"
" 'your Taemin', then."
" Ye...s... Wait a second," Minho's cheeks blushed slightly, " What do you mean by that?"
Even if from afar, Key would be able to tell the blush even the tiniest tick. He snuffled. The diva had been noticing whatever feeling they bore and they were just too stubborn (or idiot) to admit (or to realize). " He belongs to you, duh." Key clarified. " Don't tell me you're gonna retort." but nothing slipped out of Minho's mouth as if his throat was blocked.
Key rolled his eyes.
" Don't worry, okay? Taemin won't fall for him."
" And why won't he?"
Key hissed. What a dull brain he has, he muttered silently.
" Because i said so."
.
.
.
" It's pleasure to cooperate with you, Young President Choi."
An odd term indeed but since long time ago, Minho's father insisted this designation for all clients who came over for a meeting. Minho smiled gallantly and they shook hands. " Me too, Mr.Park. It's nice to cooporate with you."
Fiveteen minutes later, the meeting is officially done. Minho rested up his back against the seat, shoulders stiffening. Taemin who was standing on the sideways during the meeting, approached Minho and kneeled, wiping the sweats that dripped on his jaw. " Tired?" Taemin whispered. Minho smiled weakly, showing his fatigue. Taemin let out a heavy sigh as they finally went out of his office, riding back to Choi Residence.
.
.
.
" I'm going to take shower first," Minho mumbled, sleepy. Taemin nodded. " I'd get a cup of rose tea." and he flew off to the kitchen quickly. Taemin was pretty sure his young master's strength had left his soul due to today's hectic schedule. He really worked hard, Taemin thought.
In the hallway, there was Jonghyun walking through to the opposite direction from Taemin, causing their eyes met.
" Oh," Jonghyun smiled, " Hello there, Taemin."
" What are you doing in the late night?"
" Nothing. I just can't sleep," Jonghyun replied, " and how about you?"
" Me? Going to make a rose tea for Young Master," Taemin formed a child-like grin, " He's too tired after a long meeting."
" Meeting?" There was a short pause until Jonghyun added, " Is he okay?"
" He is."
Jonghyun suddenly remembered about something. " How if i taste a rose tea of yours? It'll be great!" he triggered.
But Taemin responded him with a bow, apologetically. " I'm afraid i can't."
" Why?" Jonghyun raised his eyebrows.
Taemin smiled genuinely.
" Because Young Master told me so."
Jonghyun's eyes shot widened.
" Because we should wait him, right? Don't play with ourselves!"
" And," Taemin hadn't finished his words so he continued, " I can't go anywhere too if Young Master doesn't allow me to, upon to your bid this morning."
Once again, Taemin bowed deeply. " I'm sorry and good night, Milord. Now excuse me"
and he left.
Silence.
" ... I wasn't planning to hitting on you, dammit.."
As soon as Taemin was disappeared from his sight, Jonghyun gritted his teeth, his hands faintly trembling. Eyes narrowed as he bit his lower lip.
" Don't smile at me.." he whispered depressedly, his voice shaking as words echoed softly throughout the hallway, " or everything would turn to be more complicated than it was.."
Don't do this to me.
I can't do anything further from my plan.
Or Minho will get hurt even more than i thought, again,
If i really fall for you.
.
.
.
P.S: I never said i'm making Jong as antagonist character, why would i? 8D
What are you thinking now, readers? Mind to tell me? Did i tease you much? 8DDDD.
Author : Ahra
Pairing: 2min
Genre: AU
Rating: PG-13
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: the italic words might refer to the 'past' or 'self-talking'.
" Why don't you close your eyes?"
She stared me after hearing my suggestion.
" Okay."
In a time she closed her eyes, i examined her face carefully, finding if there's a flaw or not.
and i hesitated for seconds.
Before i knew what i was doing, i leaned forward to her, placing a light kiss.
.
.
.
" Breakfast is ready!"
Minho groaned. Taemin was walking towards him ready to shift the blanket aside. " YOUNG MASTER WE HAVE TO GO TO SCHOOL!" he yelled. Grumpy, Minho buried his face into the pillow, rolling himself wrapped with blanket. " Dun wanna!"
" Don't be such a baby when you're woken!"
Minho grumbled mentally, if Taemin needs to recall, he was being a baby too when drunk.
" MINHOOOOOOOOOO!" came a high pitched voice. Minho snorted between his grunts. His mind practically had not been coming back from alien world. or dream land. Irritated, Taemin crawled onto the bed, climbing on the top of half-dead young master. Scanning the almost didn't move body, Taemin inhaled a very deep breathe and bent downward Minho. " Wake up," he whispered frustatedly.
Minho, whose ears were tickled, finally awakened after ten good minutes long battle and rolled his eyes peevishly. Sighing, Minho then circled his limp arm around Taemin's neck whom practically above him, pulling the younger to his chest and hugged tightly.
" Morning," Minho mumbled. Taemin sighed as if this frequently happened. Minho ruffled Taemin's head softly, but then noticing a suture on his scalp
" What with this suture, Minnie?"
" Umm," Taemin rubbed the trace and explained, " I think it was because a little accident. I can't remember much, somehow."
" I see."
Minho cupped Taemin's both cheeks with his hands and smiled. The tip of their noses were dangerously close, making a small friction. Both stayed quiet, eyes locked onto each other. Somehow Minho questioned this kind of relationship. He always clasped his arms around the little one, being a possesive as he was. He didn't know what this is called. As often as Minho had Taemin in his arms, their skin rubbing intimately, Minho never kissed Taemin's lips. It was actually inviting, if Minho had to admit it.
But ..
" Minho?" Taemin's soft voice snapped his head back to reality, " We will be late if this continues."
Damn. Taemin just broke a precious moment, Minho thought. Taemin pushed himself backward, breaking away from Minho. He just hovered right on Minho, staring him with hands folded. " Get up," he commanded, adding extra cuteness (which is Minho was pretty sure he didn't mean to add).
" Okay," finally Minho complied, " I'm going to take a shower. Wait for me here. Prepare my uniform." and earned a small 'yes' from Taemin's mouth. The younger got off of Minho, crawling back to the floor.
As Minho walked to a shower, Taemin picked the uniform out of closet and laid it down on the bed. After that he sat on the edge of bed, waiting his young master patiently.
Though finally he knew, waiting Choi Minho taking a bath actually kills.
The sound of sliding glass door brought Taemin's mind back to life and he turned his head, about to look to his young master..
CRAP.
I SEE ABS EVERYWHERE.
Behold, the honorable Young President Choi Minho with towel hanging around his waist, covering the lower part, showing the well toned abs as if seducing to be licked - or eyes-raped. Hair was all wet, bangs leaving messily onto his forehead, face hidden under his fringes. Water was dripping onto his delicous eatable body.
Taemin was frozen sitting there, uncounciously gulped his saliva almost half way down until Minho strolled to him. As if it urged Taemin to get his sanity back, Taemin hurriedly stood up, ready to save his life's behalf to keep his eyes innocent as they were. "OHMYGODNESSTHANKGODYOU'VESHOWEREDNOWLET'SGRABYOURBREAKFAST," Taemin suggested (which sounded more like he was yelling) with no even tiny space to breathe. Minho furrowed his eyebrows. " What?" He barely could sort the words and his hand raised up, wanting to touch Taemin. But Taemin shut his eyes tightly, mouth curling as if he was defending himself. Minho titled. " Tae, what's wrong?"
" Ngg." Think smart, Taemin. THINK! " I'd be more appreciate it if you put your clothes first."
YAAAYYY I SAID IT.
8D
...
...
...
Eyes shot open.
IDIOT WHY DID I SAY THAT?!
Taemin's face, soon within two mere seconds, was filled with all embarassment that may exist from all over the world, getting redder. Taemin gasped, inhaling oxygen deep as he could, and he mustered up courage to peek, which was eventually finding his young master puffed his cheeks, obviously trying his best to gulp back his laugh.
Taemin could only hope to these floors to swallow him alive, or maybe escape to the furthest place in South.
And to add more suspense on his nerves and shoulders, Minho slowly clamped Taemin's chin betwen fingers, forcing him to look up and Taemin sweared shivers running on his body, hairs stood up in fear (or nervous, perhaps).
Minho smirked. " Do you want me?"
THAT'S IT.
YOU TOLD WHAT I'VE BEEN REFUSING TO EVEN THINK.
Taemin quickly shook his head which looked more he was about to break his neck. Minho chew on his lips, trying not to smile wide. His right hand wrapped around Taemin's skinny waist, pushing him forward and face buried onto Minho's chest.
Or i must say, his NAKED chest.
and Taemin could pass out anytime soon while Minho smiled in satisfication, peeling the younger away from him.
.
.
.
" This is Minho, your cousin. Please greet him, Jonghyunnie."
It was a lofty, haughty 8 years old boy, standing in front of me.
As soon as i saw him, i -
Jonghyun's eyes snapped open when the sunrays radiated through his windowpanes. He felt as if train just hit his head and he got up slowly, shifting the comforter aside. He observed the whole room and he remembered he was staying with Choi's family again from now on. Feeling the painstruck in his head, Jonghyun got out of bed and rushed to bathroom. He brushed his teeth in his half-concious state of mind, then changed his sleeping wear to shirt after taking a shower.
What an old memory, he murmured in silent, recalling the dream earlier.
Jonghyun then tossed his sleeping wear to a clothes hamper and went off to grab a breakfast.
" WHY ARE YOU LAUGHING, YOUNG MASTER?!"
Came a broken laugh.
" Because your expression looked funny. I couldn't help it but laugh.."
Jonghyun stopped, eyes looking at them. They were like five meters away from him so they didn't notice there was Jonghyun around them and kept walking away. Jonghyun's mouth was locked though there were some words he wanted to say, questions to be answered in his head.
It has been a while seeing him smiled sincerely because of someone.
Deep inside his heart, Jonghyun felt half unsure whether he needed to do this.
.
.
.
" Ah, Milord Jonghyun."
Taemin's bright greeting voice snapped Minho and he looked aside. Jonghyun was walking directed to them and joined their breakfast time. It became a bit irritating for Minho when Jonghyun threw a smile to Taemin and the younger responded it warmly. Jonghyun took a seat across Minho and the latter didn't bother to look up. He continued on his breakfast, sometimes asking Taemin a water again. Jonghyun shot a glance to Taemin whom wasn't paying attention to him, focused to Minho only. Jonghyun pretended chewing his food, not really interested with their talk. Taemin nagged about how Minho's eating speed was as slow as snail and Minho just smirked, seemed having his fun to razz Taemin.
A smile was suddenly drawn over Jonghyun's face.
" Taemin.. right?"
Both Minho and Taemin paused and glanced sideways, finding Jonghyun's smile.
" I'm Jonghyun," he said, " We haven't had a proper introduction yet."
" Oh," Taemin pulled a thin line on his lips. " I'm Taemin and I'm Young Master Minho's personal assistant."
Minho, who didn't really like Jonghyun's gaze to Taemin, added coldly, " Mine and only."
Jonghyun laughed. " Yeah. I know, it doesn't mean i want to steal him as my assistant, right?"
You stole her, Minho uttered quietly, my first crush.
Jonghyun finished his meal and put the cutlery on the both sides of plate. He folded his arms on the dining table and suggested, " How if we have a nice talk later, Minnie? Oh, am i allowed to call you 'Minnie'?"
And before Taemin could speak, Minho already cut him off, " That nickname can be used only by me."
Jonghyun frowned while Taemin was remaining dazed, not really understand why his young master acted so peeve. Meanwhile Minho still threw a death glare to Jonghyun whom soon realized something. Jonghyun clenched his fist onto the fabric wrapping his leg, making a sincere smile.
" Okay then 'Tae'," Jonghyun ignored Minho's widened eyes, continuing to talk, " I guess we can stroll together outside, perhaps in the garden? I think it's fine if you have a free time from helping Minho. You're his personal assistant, right?"
Minho's mouth was really on the condition of wanting to defy but when Jonghyun emphasized 'personal assistant' as if he was underlining it, it became numb. Minho nervously looked to Taemin, anticipating any word to Jonghyun, but the personal assistant merely stood there, loss of words.
Then, Taemin slowly opened his mouth, about to speak.
" Well, I - "
and Minho's phone suddenly rang, shocking the other two. Minho lazily flipped his cell open. " Hello?"
" WHERE ARE YOU WE HAVE UPCOMING EXAM AND YOU HAVEN'T TOLD ME THE STORY YET. TEN FUCKING MINUTES UNTIL CLASS, DAMMIT." and Key hung up, Minho's big eyes crinkled. Why does he always hang up after yelling in a call?
Taemin could expect that it was Kim Key's voice, the one and only who could yell at Minho beside himself. Taemin was glad enough after Key calling Minho, which means he didn't have to answer anytime soon. He quickly urged Minho to go school fast. Minho nodded and he took his bag as he stood up.
" Hurry up! And oh, we're having a meeting tonight from an important client." Taemin urged and fixed Minho's tie in short time expertly.
Jonghyun, who was sitting over them, noticed Taemin fixing Minho's tie and hissed. They make a fine couple.
.
.
.
" Care to explain what happened?"
It was in Key and Minho's class. They were free to talk about anything since no one was around beside themselves. Taemin was their junior and Jinki was at the other's class.
Minho sighed to start their conversation. " My cousin is back from America after ten years. The thing is, he seems like have a interest on Taemin."
" So? Are you worried?"
" Of course!" Minho ranted, eyes full of annoyance. " Do you expect him to get close with my personal assistant? DO YOU?! NAH, NOT. EVEN IN HUNDRED YEARS AND - OUCH."
Kim Key, out of hell, just smacked hard Minho's head with his fist and shot an annoyed glare. " Don't fucking yell to me. You know who you're talking with, HAH?!"
And Minho lowered down his tail.
Key crossed his arms on his chest. " So, your personal assistant, eh?"
" Yes!"
" 'your Taemin', then."
" Ye...s... Wait a second," Minho's cheeks blushed slightly, " What do you mean by that?"
Even if from afar, Key would be able to tell the blush even the tiniest tick. He snuffled. The diva had been noticing whatever feeling they bore and they were just too stubborn (or idiot) to admit (or to realize). " He belongs to you, duh." Key clarified. " Don't tell me you're gonna retort." but nothing slipped out of Minho's mouth as if his throat was blocked.
Key rolled his eyes.
" Don't worry, okay? Taemin won't fall for him."
" And why won't he?"
Key hissed. What a dull brain he has, he muttered silently.
" Because i said so."
.
.
.
" It's pleasure to cooperate with you, Young President Choi."
An odd term indeed but since long time ago, Minho's father insisted this designation for all clients who came over for a meeting. Minho smiled gallantly and they shook hands. " Me too, Mr.Park. It's nice to cooporate with you."
Fiveteen minutes later, the meeting is officially done. Minho rested up his back against the seat, shoulders stiffening. Taemin who was standing on the sideways during the meeting, approached Minho and kneeled, wiping the sweats that dripped on his jaw. " Tired?" Taemin whispered. Minho smiled weakly, showing his fatigue. Taemin let out a heavy sigh as they finally went out of his office, riding back to Choi Residence.
.
.
.
" I'm going to take shower first," Minho mumbled, sleepy. Taemin nodded. " I'd get a cup of rose tea." and he flew off to the kitchen quickly. Taemin was pretty sure his young master's strength had left his soul due to today's hectic schedule. He really worked hard, Taemin thought.
In the hallway, there was Jonghyun walking through to the opposite direction from Taemin, causing their eyes met.
" Oh," Jonghyun smiled, " Hello there, Taemin."
" What are you doing in the late night?"
" Nothing. I just can't sleep," Jonghyun replied, " and how about you?"
" Me? Going to make a rose tea for Young Master," Taemin formed a child-like grin, " He's too tired after a long meeting."
" Meeting?" There was a short pause until Jonghyun added, " Is he okay?"
" He is."
Jonghyun suddenly remembered about something. " How if i taste a rose tea of yours? It'll be great!" he triggered.
But Taemin responded him with a bow, apologetically. " I'm afraid i can't."
" Why?" Jonghyun raised his eyebrows.
Taemin smiled genuinely.
" Because Young Master told me so."
Jonghyun's eyes shot widened.
" Because we should wait him, right? Don't play with ourselves!"
" And," Taemin hadn't finished his words so he continued, " I can't go anywhere too if Young Master doesn't allow me to, upon to your bid this morning."
Once again, Taemin bowed deeply. " I'm sorry and good night, Milord. Now excuse me"
and he left.
Silence.
" ... I wasn't planning to hitting on you, dammit.."
As soon as Taemin was disappeared from his sight, Jonghyun gritted his teeth, his hands faintly trembling. Eyes narrowed as he bit his lower lip.
" Don't smile at me.." he whispered depressedly, his voice shaking as words echoed softly throughout the hallway, " or everything would turn to be more complicated than it was.."
Don't do this to me.
I can't do anything further from my plan.
Or Minho will get hurt even more than i thought, again,
If i really fall for you.
.
.
.
P.S: I never said i'm making Jong as antagonist character, why would i? 8D
What are you thinking now, readers? Mind to tell me? Did i tease you much? 8DDDD.