Yes, My Master (14a/?)
Title: Yes, My Master (14a/?)
Author : Ahra
Pairing: 2min
Genre: AU
Rating: PG-13 - PG-15
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 late 20s man walked swagger under the blazing, hot sunrays and his dark thick coat made the sweats leaking out of his pores. But he insisted waiting, or in the other words it translates as 'creeping silently', eyes never leaving the slim figure walking down the road before him. He tried to catch oxygen so the circurlation would send oxygen supply to his shrivel dry brain, yet stomach begging for some dish awaiting to be swallowed deeply down his stomach.
Fuck i haven't eaten anything since yesterday, he complained under his breath, his vision slowly going blurry. His head spun ironically as he smelled something, making the groans in his stomach turn even much worse.
Before he could do anything, he found himself collapsing on the hard, solid sidewalk.
Why must he go to the supermarket.. I have no money left either. Damn, why does the living cost in Seoul have to be this expensive to be afforded..
and his soul passed out.
.
.
.
" For your sake, i've killed the murderer of your beloved wife, as your wish."
A nast, miserly smirk plastered on that scroundel face as he looked down.
" As the return, from now on, you're going to devote yourself with your loyality.."
and he crossed his arm on his chest.
" .. Forever."
That dream snapped his sense back as it ended and his eyes opened, fluttering in each chance to blink he had. He was greeted by a gleam of the light, blurring out his vision. His mind regained his concience back and recalled his memories, why did he end up in this tidy room..
Come to think of it, why was he even in this room at the first place?
" Are you awake now?"
A soft voice shocked the awareness out of his soul and he threw a glance to the voice owner. He barely realized that he already made up a big mistake.
" I'm okay.."
That boy - yes, the soft voice owner was apparently a beautiful boy - smiled and took adorable steps as his hands carried atray with delicious food on it. He inhaled the delicacy scent and his heart felt touched to the savory as it was served on a small wooden table next to the bed. He eyed the cute boy whom still grew a wide smile at him.
" I'm sorry for confusing you with this place.. but anyway this is my room," he giggled, " I saw you fainting dead away behind me while i was shopping groceries and i screamed frantically, calling my young master's men to carry you up here. I was thinking to send you to hospital nearby but i decided to nurse you alone and i hope you don't mind."
Great, that's much better, he thought, If he left me then i would get into a trouble to pay the hospotal's charge.
" Where do you live?"
He hesitated first. " I.. have no place to stay.."
The boy's doe eyes snapped wide. " So how did you afford the food and else?"
He shrugged. " I'm new here in Seoul.. Well originally I'm Korean, but.."
That boy gripped his shoulders tightly. " Then stay in my room for one night or two! I will tell my young master later. Anyway what's your name, hyung?"
Crap. He got me into a deep trouble now.
But he could not do more or less - just because his mouth refused to resist those innocent sparkling eyes.
" .. Joon. I'm Lee Joon."
The young boy in front of him grinned.
" I'm Lee Taemin and this is my young master's residence, Choi Minho."
Joon sighed. After almost his 30 years long life, he finally tripped on the invisible rope called 'be in a bind'.
" Does the food taste good?"
Joon stirred the cream soup slowly, amazed with the delicacy and melting sensation of the soup. " Yes. This is totally good."
Taemin smiled proudly, " Lately i asked the main chef to teach me to cook. Warm cream soup is good to energize the weary whole body."
Although Taemin explained the main benefit of cream soup Joon didn't really pay any attention. Partly it was because he was so god damn hungry and could really die if he had not eaten a proper food, second because the food was really tasty, not yet mentioning the main dish; curry. Totally saved his drained energy life.
Taemin watched the now satisfied late 20s guy in front of him when something crossed on his mind so he flicked his fingers. " Didn't you tell me that you have no place to stay?"
Joon blinked, not catching a real intention beneath the question and he nodded. Just that Taemin got an idea which was actually because of his soft kind heart. Meanwhile his sharp hearing noticed a noise of car engine pulling up down there from the window so Taemin quickly stromed out, leaving the more confused man with the meals.
.
.
.
About ten minutes ago, Minho just had got out of the car as he loosened the collar to get a chance of breathing easily. But now not very long after his arrival, his adorable yet genius personal assistant - also, boyfriend - quickly made his way towards him, eyes sparkling in anticipation. Taemin stomped his feet right thirty centis away he put distance between and crinkled his eyes, pulling a happy smile. " Welcome back, Young Master! How's your day?"
Minho could not take the urge to not embrace the younger tightly so he did, crashing their bodies together and Taemin's small frame slumped in the sudden bear hug. Minho inhaled the very relaxing sweet herbal essences shampoo and smiled into the strawberry blonde locks. What a perfect life.
" I'm good, just little bit tired," he whispered seductively, " Hope you can give me a massage in bed."
" Sure," Taemin's tiny voice added Minho's fetish and he squeezed the personal assistant even tighter, not caring pairs of housemaids' eyes. As if the world was theirs.
" Good," They broke free and Minho ruffled Taemin's hair, " Remember to call by my name when it's only both of us. We are dating, right." and little Minho did know, Taemin blushed upon Minho's words.
" So baby," Minho intertwined their fingers together, " How about your day? Did something exciting happen?"
and the question brought Taemin back to mind.
Minho grew some more wrinkles as Taemin finished his unusual story, clamping his hands together dramatically. " So it's obvious that he needs to get a rest for a day or two, and i already ushered him to my room. In the other news, i want to beg you something, Young Master."
" And what's that?"
Suddenly Taemin brought his hands up his head together as he drooped his head, he started to plead. " Young Master, may i try to find a place for him to stay? I mean, look at him! He's homeless and has no money for even a plate of dish! Aren't you a big hearted person in life? So, please!" Taemin really tried his best with cute little pout and doe eyes to melt Minho's heart and he knew it always works. and it did. Minho could not resist the overwhelming cuteness from the adorable boy. After all he felt pity knowing that the poor homeless man might have no relatives while on the other hand, Minho was totally blessed with abudant wealth and caring father despite his tight busy work. So Minho didn't have no chance other than agreed. Taemin squaled in happiness and he wrapped his thin arms around the finest muscled boy.
" Thank you! You are indeed the best young master ever!"
Minho sighed but at the end he formed a small line with his lips. " We can just ask my men to find a fine apartment, or mansion. Whatever. Is this what you need?" and Taemin nodded too eagerly, showing his blooming thankfulness. Minho's face went closer to Taemin's and gave a light peck right on the forehead. " It's good, then."
Taemin shut his eyes tightly when the sweet peck landed and he giggled. " Thank you, Young Master, really."
" No problem. Anything for my baby," Minho really wanted to squish him alive and kiss him right there and then but Minho had to hold his wants. His housemaids were watching and Minho didn't wish to take a risk to be a cynocure.
But then he wondered.
" Taemin, if he's staying in your room, then how will you go sleep?"
Taemin seemed just have realized it and his mouth dropped 'o' form. He blinked couple times and suggested, " Maybe i can take a look to the third floor. There must be an empty room.."
Being a perverted boyfriend he already was, something clicked on Minho's corrupted brain along a smirk drawn over his face to his glory. " No, wait. I have a better idea."
Taemin tilted, clearly not aware of Minho's beastly side rising up to the surface. " Yes?"
.
.
.
Joon rested his back against the wooden headboard as he stared out the empty space while his mind recollected what just happened within three hours. First of all Joon was supposed to creep, stalk, not to get caught in passing out position. Then he dreamt about it again for thousand times and he found himself laying in the bed once he woke up, Joon recognized he wasn't on a solid road as it was supposed. Later he found he had fallen into a big trouble now when the young boy greeted him with a bright smile.
He was so dead if his fellows figured this out.
Like, seriously, fuck.
Joon rubbed his face weakly and sighed. The only thing he felt grateful is he was now full, gorged, or whatever it's called and had a chance to lay in this cottony mattress. A life he had not got it in the past days. Another thing that might be considered as good and a bliss, that Taemin guy was actually cute and Joon's fatherly side found it adorable.
Damn, he missed having a family so bad.
Hyomin-ah.
" YOUNG MASTER!!! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!! PUT ME DOWN RIGHT NOOOOWWW!!! NOOOO I DON'T WANT TO SLEEP IN THE SAME ROOM WITH ---- AACCCCKKKK!!!"
and the door was kicked open softly, showing an awkward position of two boys before the door. It was Taemin being carried up by a tall, seeming gallant and stronger boy. He was incredibly handsome, like an artistical perfect sculpture. Joon furrowed deeply as the handsome boy put Taemin down, ushering Taemin to get his belongings. When that boy collided eyes with Joon, he immediately put on a graceful smile to his courtesy.
" Good afternoon," he greeted decently, " Taemin had told me the whole story. What's your name, mister?"
Seeing the unusual glam coming from that boy, Joon felt uneasy. Something would not be running smoothly as it should once he knew who was the guy in front of him.
" I'm Joon.."
Now what should Joon address him?
Oh yeah. Taemin called him 'young master'.
So that meant..
" Lee Joon.. My Milord."
Fuck. Why could he be so stupid?
I got so many misfortunes today.
The dashing guy crossed his arms over his chest, showing his luminous elegance along with a brilliance smile that only remarkable people have.
" I'm Choi Minho, and Taemin is my personal assistant," he introduced himself, " Also, i'm the young master of this residence owner, Choi Family. I'm going to tell my men to find you a place to stay, as what Taemin already asked me to."
All Joon wanted right now was to cry over his stupidity. Great, now he even owed those two.
.
.
.
Taemin purred like a kitten, body curling into a ball while sitting on Minho's bed. The personal assistant was really, really annoyed as hell.
The young master just dragged him to his room with no mercy, forcing Taemin to sleep together with him during Joon's stay. He even didn't give Taemin a chance to refuse or even, speak up as if he was a deaf. Taemin wished from his deepest heart to whack Minho just once for being a total ass.
But then Minho acted as if nothing happened. That made Taemin even furious now. So he gave Minho his best pout and death glare but to Minho, it added his crazy fetish so the older joined Taemin sit on the bed and faced him.
" Are you angry?" he asked, " So you don't want to be in the same bed with me, do you?"
Hearing that of course Taemin felt bad but he didn't want to lose, so he kept sulking with a rounder pout. Taemin didn't disappoint Minho - the young master caught that pout, capturing his lips. Soon the kiss was getting deeper as Minho slipped a tongue in, making Taemin yelp. The kiss was intense and messy, once it suffocated them to breathe they parted away, Taemin's flushed cheeks glistening with little sweat. Minho adored that beautiful sight. He was thankful to every God he knew, for giving him the best person in his life over the fact himself was half of the way possesive.
Minho lowered his head again and this time the kiss was soft and full of love.
" Almost dinner time," Minho planted his low voice between their kisses, " Let's take a shower and then have a dinner together, shall we?"
" Mm," Taemin squirmed little, " Okay."
Minho smiled. He felt so content. Through these two days, Minho looked forward to nights full of cuddling and kissing. Man, it would be awesome.
But Minho overlooked something. What do you think, for an apparent reason, when two boys in love with such a passionate hormone sleep together in the same bed.
Minho forgot that he had such huge sex drive hormones, uncontrollable beast side hiding down under Minho's awareness.
He forgot his part of beast side was too hungry to devour Taemin.
He forgot his nature needs as a pervert ass to Taemin, likewise.
Man, as if he forgot that he actually had a junior which is ready to come to life once the biggest temptation seduces him.
So if Minho expected calm and sweet nights full of cuddling, kissing, and any forms of affection with Taemin, he was sorely mistaken, for forgetting that Taemin could be the best, or worst torture in the bed to Minho's whole night life.
and he really was.
.
.
.
Jonghyun flipped his cell open and quickly punched the buttons. As he was done typing out, his thumb hit 'send' button and Jonghyun took a deep sigh.
Minho, we need to talk when i get my ass back to Seoul. Until then, keep your eyes on Taemin - Jonghyun.
After he sent an urgent text to Minho, he contacted Jino through a call while his other hand carried his luggage, making his way inside the airport, waiting for his flight schedule to Seoul.
Pick the call up, Jino --
" Master Jonghyun!"
Jino's frantic voice was first Jonghyun heard, that time he realized that, Jino already knew.
" Cho Jinho," Jonghyun breathed heavily as the airport speaker announced that the flight to Seoul was ready to take off so he hurried his pace. " I'm pretty sure you know what happens, since we both have same mind. So i'm telling you to find out the assasin's name, right now. How's the progress?"
" I've been trying to but it seems like the assassin is quite hard to track. We haven't identified him yet."
Fuck my entire life as a secret fighter.
***
CHAPTER 14B ONTO SMUT YES YES YES? OR..?
It's been a while since i wrote one, so.. /shoots you puppy eyes
And also i was little disappointed with lack of responses after i took a short break December ago ;~;
To think that my school is getting tighter as ever and the internet access is so corrupted OTL
Author : Ahra
Pairing: 2min
Genre: AU
Rating: PG-13 - PG-15
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 late 20s man walked swagger under the blazing, hot sunrays and his dark thick coat made the sweats leaking out of his pores. But he insisted waiting, or in the other words it translates as 'creeping silently', eyes never leaving the slim figure walking down the road before him. He tried to catch oxygen so the circurlation would send oxygen supply to his shrivel dry brain, yet stomach begging for some dish awaiting to be swallowed deeply down his stomach.
Fuck i haven't eaten anything since yesterday, he complained under his breath, his vision slowly going blurry. His head spun ironically as he smelled something, making the groans in his stomach turn even much worse.
Before he could do anything, he found himself collapsing on the hard, solid sidewalk.
Why must he go to the supermarket.. I have no money left either. Damn, why does the living cost in Seoul have to be this expensive to be afforded..
and his soul passed out.
.
.
.
" For your sake, i've killed the murderer of your beloved wife, as your wish."
A nast, miserly smirk plastered on that scroundel face as he looked down.
" As the return, from now on, you're going to devote yourself with your loyality.."
and he crossed his arm on his chest.
" .. Forever."
That dream snapped his sense back as it ended and his eyes opened, fluttering in each chance to blink he had. He was greeted by a gleam of the light, blurring out his vision. His mind regained his concience back and recalled his memories, why did he end up in this tidy room..
Come to think of it, why was he even in this room at the first place?
" Are you awake now?"
A soft voice shocked the awareness out of his soul and he threw a glance to the voice owner. He barely realized that he already made up a big mistake.
" I'm okay.."
That boy - yes, the soft voice owner was apparently a beautiful boy - smiled and took adorable steps as his hands carried atray with delicious food on it. He inhaled the delicacy scent and his heart felt touched to the savory as it was served on a small wooden table next to the bed. He eyed the cute boy whom still grew a wide smile at him.
" I'm sorry for confusing you with this place.. but anyway this is my room," he giggled, " I saw you fainting dead away behind me while i was shopping groceries and i screamed frantically, calling my young master's men to carry you up here. I was thinking to send you to hospital nearby but i decided to nurse you alone and i hope you don't mind."
Great, that's much better, he thought, If he left me then i would get into a trouble to pay the hospotal's charge.
" Where do you live?"
He hesitated first. " I.. have no place to stay.."
The boy's doe eyes snapped wide. " So how did you afford the food and else?"
He shrugged. " I'm new here in Seoul.. Well originally I'm Korean, but.."
That boy gripped his shoulders tightly. " Then stay in my room for one night or two! I will tell my young master later. Anyway what's your name, hyung?"
Crap. He got me into a deep trouble now.
But he could not do more or less - just because his mouth refused to resist those innocent sparkling eyes.
" .. Joon. I'm Lee Joon."
The young boy in front of him grinned.
" I'm Lee Taemin and this is my young master's residence, Choi Minho."
Joon sighed. After almost his 30 years long life, he finally tripped on the invisible rope called 'be in a bind'.
" Does the food taste good?"
Joon stirred the cream soup slowly, amazed with the delicacy and melting sensation of the soup. " Yes. This is totally good."
Taemin smiled proudly, " Lately i asked the main chef to teach me to cook. Warm cream soup is good to energize the weary whole body."
Although Taemin explained the main benefit of cream soup Joon didn't really pay any attention. Partly it was because he was so god damn hungry and could really die if he had not eaten a proper food, second because the food was really tasty, not yet mentioning the main dish; curry. Totally saved his drained energy life.
Taemin watched the now satisfied late 20s guy in front of him when something crossed on his mind so he flicked his fingers. " Didn't you tell me that you have no place to stay?"
Joon blinked, not catching a real intention beneath the question and he nodded. Just that Taemin got an idea which was actually because of his soft kind heart. Meanwhile his sharp hearing noticed a noise of car engine pulling up down there from the window so Taemin quickly stromed out, leaving the more confused man with the meals.
.
.
.
About ten minutes ago, Minho just had got out of the car as he loosened the collar to get a chance of breathing easily. But now not very long after his arrival, his adorable yet genius personal assistant - also, boyfriend - quickly made his way towards him, eyes sparkling in anticipation. Taemin stomped his feet right thirty centis away he put distance between and crinkled his eyes, pulling a happy smile. " Welcome back, Young Master! How's your day?"
Minho could not take the urge to not embrace the younger tightly so he did, crashing their bodies together and Taemin's small frame slumped in the sudden bear hug. Minho inhaled the very relaxing sweet herbal essences shampoo and smiled into the strawberry blonde locks. What a perfect life.
" I'm good, just little bit tired," he whispered seductively, " Hope you can give me a massage in bed."
" Sure," Taemin's tiny voice added Minho's fetish and he squeezed the personal assistant even tighter, not caring pairs of housemaids' eyes. As if the world was theirs.
" Good," They broke free and Minho ruffled Taemin's hair, " Remember to call by my name when it's only both of us. We are dating, right." and little Minho did know, Taemin blushed upon Minho's words.
" So baby," Minho intertwined their fingers together, " How about your day? Did something exciting happen?"
and the question brought Taemin back to mind.
Minho grew some more wrinkles as Taemin finished his unusual story, clamping his hands together dramatically. " So it's obvious that he needs to get a rest for a day or two, and i already ushered him to my room. In the other news, i want to beg you something, Young Master."
" And what's that?"
Suddenly Taemin brought his hands up his head together as he drooped his head, he started to plead. " Young Master, may i try to find a place for him to stay? I mean, look at him! He's homeless and has no money for even a plate of dish! Aren't you a big hearted person in life? So, please!" Taemin really tried his best with cute little pout and doe eyes to melt Minho's heart and he knew it always works. and it did. Minho could not resist the overwhelming cuteness from the adorable boy. After all he felt pity knowing that the poor homeless man might have no relatives while on the other hand, Minho was totally blessed with abudant wealth and caring father despite his tight busy work. So Minho didn't have no chance other than agreed. Taemin squaled in happiness and he wrapped his thin arms around the finest muscled boy.
" Thank you! You are indeed the best young master ever!"
Minho sighed but at the end he formed a small line with his lips. " We can just ask my men to find a fine apartment, or mansion. Whatever. Is this what you need?" and Taemin nodded too eagerly, showing his blooming thankfulness. Minho's face went closer to Taemin's and gave a light peck right on the forehead. " It's good, then."
Taemin shut his eyes tightly when the sweet peck landed and he giggled. " Thank you, Young Master, really."
" No problem. Anything for my baby," Minho really wanted to squish him alive and kiss him right there and then but Minho had to hold his wants. His housemaids were watching and Minho didn't wish to take a risk to be a cynocure.
But then he wondered.
" Taemin, if he's staying in your room, then how will you go sleep?"
Taemin seemed just have realized it and his mouth dropped 'o' form. He blinked couple times and suggested, " Maybe i can take a look to the third floor. There must be an empty room.."
Being a perverted boyfriend he already was, something clicked on Minho's corrupted brain along a smirk drawn over his face to his glory. " No, wait. I have a better idea."
Taemin tilted, clearly not aware of Minho's beastly side rising up to the surface. " Yes?"
.
.
.
Joon rested his back against the wooden headboard as he stared out the empty space while his mind recollected what just happened within three hours. First of all Joon was supposed to creep, stalk, not to get caught in passing out position. Then he dreamt about it again for thousand times and he found himself laying in the bed once he woke up, Joon recognized he wasn't on a solid road as it was supposed. Later he found he had fallen into a big trouble now when the young boy greeted him with a bright smile.
He was so dead if his fellows figured this out.
Like, seriously, fuck.
Joon rubbed his face weakly and sighed. The only thing he felt grateful is he was now full, gorged, or whatever it's called and had a chance to lay in this cottony mattress. A life he had not got it in the past days. Another thing that might be considered as good and a bliss, that Taemin guy was actually cute and Joon's fatherly side found it adorable.
Damn, he missed having a family so bad.
Hyomin-ah.
" YOUNG MASTER!!! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!! PUT ME DOWN RIGHT NOOOOWWW!!! NOOOO I DON'T WANT TO SLEEP IN THE SAME ROOM WITH ---- AACCCCKKKK!!!"
and the door was kicked open softly, showing an awkward position of two boys before the door. It was Taemin being carried up by a tall, seeming gallant and stronger boy. He was incredibly handsome, like an artistical perfect sculpture. Joon furrowed deeply as the handsome boy put Taemin down, ushering Taemin to get his belongings. When that boy collided eyes with Joon, he immediately put on a graceful smile to his courtesy.
" Good afternoon," he greeted decently, " Taemin had told me the whole story. What's your name, mister?"
Seeing the unusual glam coming from that boy, Joon felt uneasy. Something would not be running smoothly as it should once he knew who was the guy in front of him.
" I'm Joon.."
Now what should Joon address him?
Oh yeah. Taemin called him 'young master'.
So that meant..
" Lee Joon.. My Milord."
Fuck. Why could he be so stupid?
I got so many misfortunes today.
The dashing guy crossed his arms over his chest, showing his luminous elegance along with a brilliance smile that only remarkable people have.
" I'm Choi Minho, and Taemin is my personal assistant," he introduced himself, " Also, i'm the young master of this residence owner, Choi Family. I'm going to tell my men to find you a place to stay, as what Taemin already asked me to."
All Joon wanted right now was to cry over his stupidity. Great, now he even owed those two.
.
.
.
Taemin purred like a kitten, body curling into a ball while sitting on Minho's bed. The personal assistant was really, really annoyed as hell.
The young master just dragged him to his room with no mercy, forcing Taemin to sleep together with him during Joon's stay. He even didn't give Taemin a chance to refuse or even, speak up as if he was a deaf. Taemin wished from his deepest heart to whack Minho just once for being a total ass.
But then Minho acted as if nothing happened. That made Taemin even furious now. So he gave Minho his best pout and death glare but to Minho, it added his crazy fetish so the older joined Taemin sit on the bed and faced him.
" Are you angry?" he asked, " So you don't want to be in the same bed with me, do you?"
Hearing that of course Taemin felt bad but he didn't want to lose, so he kept sulking with a rounder pout. Taemin didn't disappoint Minho - the young master caught that pout, capturing his lips. Soon the kiss was getting deeper as Minho slipped a tongue in, making Taemin yelp. The kiss was intense and messy, once it suffocated them to breathe they parted away, Taemin's flushed cheeks glistening with little sweat. Minho adored that beautiful sight. He was thankful to every God he knew, for giving him the best person in his life over the fact himself was half of the way possesive.
Minho lowered his head again and this time the kiss was soft and full of love.
" Almost dinner time," Minho planted his low voice between their kisses, " Let's take a shower and then have a dinner together, shall we?"
" Mm," Taemin squirmed little, " Okay."
Minho smiled. He felt so content. Through these two days, Minho looked forward to nights full of cuddling and kissing. Man, it would be awesome.
But Minho overlooked something. What do you think, for an apparent reason, when two boys in love with such a passionate hormone sleep together in the same bed.
Minho forgot that he had such huge sex drive hormones, uncontrollable beast side hiding down under Minho's awareness.
He forgot his part of beast side was too hungry to devour Taemin.
He forgot his nature needs as a pervert ass to Taemin, likewise.
Man, as if he forgot that he actually had a junior which is ready to come to life once the biggest temptation seduces him.
So if Minho expected calm and sweet nights full of cuddling, kissing, and any forms of affection with Taemin, he was sorely mistaken, for forgetting that Taemin could be the best, or worst torture in the bed to Minho's whole night life.
and he really was.
.
.
.
Jonghyun flipped his cell open and quickly punched the buttons. As he was done typing out, his thumb hit 'send' button and Jonghyun took a deep sigh.
Minho, we need to talk when i get my ass back to Seoul. Until then, keep your eyes on Taemin - Jonghyun.
After he sent an urgent text to Minho, he contacted Jino through a call while his other hand carried his luggage, making his way inside the airport, waiting for his flight schedule to Seoul.
Pick the call up, Jino --
" Master Jonghyun!"
Jino's frantic voice was first Jonghyun heard, that time he realized that, Jino already knew.
" Cho Jinho," Jonghyun breathed heavily as the airport speaker announced that the flight to Seoul was ready to take off so he hurried his pace. " I'm pretty sure you know what happens, since we both have same mind. So i'm telling you to find out the assasin's name, right now. How's the progress?"
" I've been trying to but it seems like the assassin is quite hard to track. We haven't identified him yet."
Fuck my entire life as a secret fighter.
***
CHAPTER 14B ONTO SMUT YES YES YES? OR..?
It's been a while since i wrote one, so.. /shoots you puppy eyes
And also i was little disappointed with lack of responses after i took a short break December ago ;~;
To think that my school is getting tighter as ever and the internet access is so corrupted OTL