Yes, My Master (15/19)
Title: Yes, My Master (15/19)
Author : Ahra
Pairing: 2min
Genre: AU
Rating: 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.
The next morning Joon frowned as his eyes studied Taemin carefully, noticing an obvious change of the way Taemin walked when the younger was capping off the distance between them.
" Why are you limping?"
A faint blush stained Taemin's puffy cheeks and he shifted his gaze nervously, not saying the proper answer and locking his lips tight instead. If the shade and limping didn't give sufficient hints, then Joon would have considered himself dumber than a happy fifth grade. Somehow the atmosphere turned out awkward and no one shattered the lonesome. So they must have done 'it', Joon thought, that explains everything.
Realizing that Taemin would never take initiative, Joon then decided to expropriate the short talk.
" So? What are you gonna tell me?"
Taemin peeked up and grimaced, " Um, well, Young Master Minho said his men have found a quite nice cheap apartment for you," he answered, " We can go to your new place this afternoon."
Oh, so Joon did have a place now, thanks to Taemin's naive favor and also Minho's abundant wealth. Great, he owed Taemin and Minho for his rest of life.
The luminosity in Taemin's eyes shone brighter and still innocent, piercing a corner at somewhere of Joon's heart.
Like, seriously.
" Alright," Joon clenched his fist, unknowingly, " Thank you."
Something was going so wrong.
Still, Taemin's smile just didn't fade out, much to Joon's guilty conscience.
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Jonghyun closed his laptop and took off the spectacles that was hanging up on his nose, biting the tip of his pen while putting the investigation's result papers away from his sight.
" A man is staying over here?" Jonghyun's face went amazed " and it was because your Taemin brought him home right after he passed out?"
" More less you can pick up that," Minho's infamous Kanye shrug came on the scene, " By the time i got back from work, Taemin approached me and explained the whole story of helping the fainted poor man from a road."
" But, Minho," Jonghyun's voice sounded dither, slightly, " Are you sure this is the right choice to take? I mean, your boyfriend was bringing a stranger from nowhere to home."
" Dunno," Somehow, the softened gaze of Minho was nascent, showing a suavity which Jonghyun knew it was for Taemin only, " But Taemin seems trusting him."
That was kinda surprising Jonghyun seeing the arrogant young master look so mushy and calm, unlike his usual self.
What else Jonghyun could do everytime he recalled the spoony conversation? Jonghyun chuckled. He stayed up like that in his bed for five minutes before he got off the bed and walked out to see what was Taemin doing.
He met Taemin in the halfway to Minho's room (because later Jonghyun was told that Minho and Taemin were now in the same room for God's sake), the latter was trotting in infantile's way. With a big smile, Jonghyun went up to Taemin and greeted, " Taemin-ah!"
The personal assistant looked up and smiled widely, " Milord Jonghyun!"
" 'Ssup! What are you doing?"
" I am going to escort Joon Hyung to his new place," Taemin happily answered, " and young master is going to accompany me too. Would you like to go too?"
Jonghyun shook his head, " No, better to take a rest after yesterday's long flight."
From a corner, Jonghyun saw a quite tall muscular man walking quietly towards Taemin. When the man noticed Jonghyun's presence, he brought his head down and mumbled, " Good afternoon, Sir."
Jonghyun nodded awkwardly and observed the man in front of him. " Are you.. Mister Joon?"
" Yes," Joon replied with his husky voice, " But please take off the 'Mister' term as my respect to you."
" Oh, alright," That was kinda weird. Joon seemed had known the occupants of this house and also the appellative. Jonghyun thought it must be because Taemin had told Joon some that unknown to him.
Or so.
Jonghyun side-eyed Joon when the Taemin and Joon were walking pass him and at the same time, Minho came out of his room.
" Ah, Jonghyun," he closed his door and locked it, " Wanna join us?"
Jonghyun refused with a small shake of head and Minho shrugged, " Okay. Let's go, Taemin-ah."
Taemin turned to Joon and gave a motion of urging Joon to follow him. Joon obediently walked behind Taemin and the personal assistant shot a grin directed to Jonghyun. " See you later, Milord!" along with waving his hand.
When they were off to Jonghyun's sight, he leaned his shoulder against the cold wall and crinkled, why was he slightly feeling uneasy?
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" This is your apartment," Taemin pointed the steel door, " I hope nice enough as a place to stay, Hyung."
Joon's eyes examined silently as Taemin grabbed the handle and unlocked it, opening the door away and revealing the look inside. Taemin smiled proudly, along with the some men behind Minho too over their praiseworthy work. Joon was unable to speak, the inside looked damn fine and quite spacious.
" This is.. considered as cheap?"
Taemin nodded in triumph. " Isn't this nice? For me, i like it. What about you, Young Master?"
Minho gave a faint smile. " Well, quite so."
Taemin insisted Joon to enter his new place to look around. Joon hastily stepped in and watched how Taemin was repeatedly humming in awe finding that the apartment wasn't bad at all. Joon was in between he felt thankful or despair when he arrived at the furthest corner, he would be staying at this place from now on.
Which, Joon might have known, it would not last long.
Taemin tapped his shoulder and as Joon looked over his shoulder, the younger boy innocently said,
" How's it, Hyung?"
As if something was blocking a way downwards his throat.
It had been fifteen minutes since Taemin, Minho, and his men went back home. Joon was alone by himself and found he was still standing on the same spot. A small chatter from neighbors was heard yet Joon didn't feel like to greet them out of hand. On his knees, he took out a photo frame and brushed the periphery shakily. He placed it on a small escritoire and stared at the frame intently, unvoicing,
" What should i do, Hyomin-ah.."
Joon didn't know.
He felt unstable, this time.
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" Jino, could you possibly re-check the flight schedule of one week ago? .. Well, yeah. I need it. How long it takes? .. Okay. I get it. Let me know as soon as possible," Jonghyun pressed the 'end' button and slipped in the cellphone inside his pocket just in time a sound of Minho's car pulling up reverbed. Jonghyun took long strides to meet the couple and greeted by the sight of those two holding hands silently. Jonghyun rolled his eyes, they were acting like they didn't care of the weird looks coming from their maids. Of course also with some jealousy, because the most dashing young master Choi Minho dropped his choice on Taemin.
" Well," Jonghyun started the conversation, finding them breaking their intertwined hands and Jonghyun assessed it was quite hilarious. " Does Joon like his new dwelling?"
Taemin's eyes gleamed eagerly, " Yeah! Well, he doesn't really say anything clear but i bet he likes it. Or so what i think."
Jonghyun chuckled and shifted his gaze to the silent young master.
" Minho?"
The said man shrugged coolly, much to his concern. That meant he complied with Taemin. Jonghyun changed the topic right away. " So do you still have to visit him?"
" Of course," Taemin pouted, " He's under my aegis, you know. What kind of human who is heartless enough to leave in a poor man alone with no kinsfolk?"
Jonghyun eyed Minho.
" Oh, maybe my young master is."
" Hey," Minho retorted, " I agreed to help him, remember?!"
" Yeah, yeah," Jonghyun sneered, " If you had not met Taemin by any chance i would have doubted it by all means."
This time Minho side-eyed Jonghyun.
Jonghyun laughed over Minho's silly expression. " Now, now," he settled, " If you excuse us, can i have a private talk with Minho, Taeminnie? It's about our work."
" Oh, alright, i must see Eli too, now you've said it." Then Taemin dashed off to catch up Eli.
As soon as Taemin was off from their sight, Minho spoke up,
" What's now?"
" Well, you can say i have told my man to check the airport and also the passengers," Jonghyun replied, not breaking off his view. Minho cleared his throat. " Does this mean he is checking the assassin now?"
" Yup."
" And the suspicious identification?"
" One of them might be not a man with a proper and equitable job, if we check the population census files of United States."
" An authentic identity and pristine biographical data?"
" Exactly. It's easier if Jino, my man, can get a consent from the department, of course."
" Why doesn't he bring Choi's name?" Minho suggested, this time his voice was full of pride," Much easier."
" That was i thought and wanted to ask you," Jonghyun cackled, " So apparently i don't have to re-ask it. Thanks anyway, Minho."
" Sure."
Jonghyun was about to leave Minho when something crossed his mind so he turned back and gave a wary look to the taller man. " Minho, i don't know but this time, don't really trust anyone aside me and Taemin."
A short perplexity brought Minho under his awareness and when his brain was snapped out, he shouted, " What?"
Jonghyun chose to dart his tongue playfully and mocked, " You deaf" before drifted off leaving the annoyed man behind him. But Jonghyun was certain enough that Minho noted his words well.
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" Young Master, you're having a meeting until eight, right?"
It was after their school's time and both of them were now inside Minho's Buggati Veyron, heading to Choi Company. Minho nodded as he nuzzled his nose into Taemin's soft locks, indulging himself with the sweet scent of shampoo Taemin used. Taemin closed his eyes, enjoying every touch Minho landed on his skin, the warm fingers tracing Taemin carefully as if it were fragile and flimsy. Taemin cuddled closer to the muscled chest and buried his head between the cleavage, breathing softly.
" Can i take a look at Joon Hyung?" Taemin begged, adding extra cuteness 'cause he knew Minho would never be able to resist it. " Please, Minho?"
Minho sighed, though it was already the fourth time Taemin visited Joon, but he could not help it. Joon really needed a help and it was only Taemin who could do that. So he brought his hands and cupped Taemin's cute rounded face, staring at those brownish orbs deeply, he murmured, " Be careful."
Taemin smiled. " Thank you."
Not able to restrain himself from an adorable smile like that, Minho leaned forward and placed his lips on Taemin's, softly.
Soon, the kiss was getting intense as Minho pressed him slowly against the seat, and tried to move his tongue in to the heat. Taemin, who didn't expect it would happen, widened his eyes and tried to push away the elder reluctantly. He gasped, and Minho took it as a chance to slip his tongue in, sounf of the teeth grinding and clashing resounded inside the car.
" Sir, we have arrived."
They broke the kiss immediately and Taemin was already red from embarrassment. Minho laughed and landed a small peck on the crown of Taemin's hair, kissing him before they parted.
" I see you in bed," he whispered hotly, drawing deep blush on Taemin's cheeks. Minho gave a last kiss on the chubby thing and got out of the car, telling the driver to take Taemin to Joon's apartment.
Taemin took out a key of Joon's apartment and began unlocking the door. Although it was officially Joon's apartment, Joon allowed Taemin to keep a spare key if Joon wasn't in good position to open the door right away. Since Joon almost always locked his apartment (even though he was in), Taemin felt it was a good idea for him to bring one.
Taemin entered a compartment and took of his shoes. When he was walking towards Joon's room, he barely noticed a photo frame on a small table and Taemin winced. He clutched it and traced the photo carefully, examining and deciding it was a photo of a beautiful woman. Taemin wondered who was she. Now if he thought better yet, Taemin realized he knew only dollop about Joon.
" Oh, you're here, Taemin-ah."
A deep voice startled Taemin and he looked up, seeing a man with over sized white t-shirt stick on his body. Taemin showed a slight simper, " Hi, Hyung. Sorry for not coming in quick."
" Not a big deal. What are you doing?"
Just after he asked that, Joon noticed the photo frame in Taemin's grip and his face stiffened.
" I was just looking at this photo. She's so beautiful," Taemin shyly answered. His insensitiveness hardly witnessed a change of Joon's expression.
The elder coughed awkwardly. " Of course. She was the most beautiful woman i ever met."
Taemin's ears peeked up upon the 'was' word. Did that mean, she was no longer here?
As if Joon was a mind-reader, he continued in a low voice,
" She was my late wife."
Somehow, a shiver jolted up to the hairs of his skin.
" Because Hyomin was murdered, she died two years ago."
Taemin never knew that another man's miserable could be felt by him, this palpable.
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Joon was a heavy drinker, but he stopped once he married his Hyomin. And even until she died, Joon wasn't planning to get back to his past habit either. So he sipped a can of cola while sitting on the balcony and staring at the beautiful full-moon.
He didn't know how to react aside feeling miserable after telling Taemin about his past. Just what did exacatly he think?
But Joon could not help it.. When he saw Taemin, he was like seeing a picture of his late wife.
His train of thoughts was snapped when he heard his phone vibrating against the cold surface of long buffet, but he decided t ignore it anyway. After all he knew it was from one of his fellows, and Joon didn't feel like reading the coercion.
Because, if it was possible, Joon hoped he could overextend the time, and wishing a shitground to swallow him alive.
If only he didn't really need to do this job.
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" Taemin-ah?"
Minho brought his face closer to the younger male after the nightlight was already turned off, the eldest crawling over. Taemin had not said anything since the time he arrived home and it just made Minho worried. He felt concerned about whether a socket of Taemin's brain was shorting or something was upsetting him.
" Tae - "
A single tear escaped from Taemin's eyelid and Minho almost jumped off his bed. Soon he slithered and lifted Taemin's chin up, hoping he could see those glassy eyes.
" What's wrong?"
Taemin was more than murky, recalling what Joon had said to him about his wife.
" Joon Hyung - " he tried to speak between the chokes of crying, " h-he doesn't have any family be-because.. he was an o-orphan.. and his wife di-died after got ki-kiled.."
" Wh -"
" He said that.. h-his wife was the pr-prettiest wo-woman he has seen," Taemin continued his incoherent cries, " Thou-though i can f-feel that he m-misses his wi-wife s-so much.. H-his eyes t-told me so, Young Master.."
Minho could not help but felt sympathy to Joon, he didn't know he had been going so much difficulty despite he was an orphan. It must be very hard for him.
Taemin still sobbed and hiccuped continuously, Minho knew it would take long. He snuck his hands around Taemin's neck and brought him closer to him. He patted Taemin's back softly, soothing the younger male with so much affection.
" There, there.."
Taemin closed his eyes and continued sobbing against Minho's fabric, hands gripping the shirt tightly, body was shaking really bad. Minho tightened his hug, letting the warmth of his body to be transferred to Taemin so the youngest would feel calmer and composed.
But actually, there was another thing tangling him.
" M-Minho.. i feel that.. i am the luckiest human ever.. i still have my family.. and i still have you.." he practically babbled, not caring of the incoherency of his sound. " But how about Joon Hyung? People he loves have died.. He has no one, Minho.."
" Taemin," Minho rested his face on the crook of Taemin's neck, kissing and nibbling it carefully to tranquillize him, and it worked. Taemin slowly alleviated his cry, " I'm sure that there's you who will care of him from now, along with me too. He is not alone, and people he loves must have been loving him as much as Joon."
Taemin's palm clenched into a fist, biting his lower lip.
" We are going to be together forever, right?"
" Yes," he whispered, " Until we get old. Until the death separates us, even if so, nothing can break us up."
Minho felt a smile forming on Taemin's lips that had been buried against his chest, and Minho chuckled. He pushed Taemin away tenderly and kissed the small pout of the loss of body contact feeling.
" Promise you are never gonna leave me and not make me worried," Minho murmured in their kisses, and answered with a kiss which the eagerness was same from Taemin.
" You too," he whispered, wrapping his arms around Minho's neck, fingers working to unbutton each other, and clothes flying throughout the room, for another night which was filled by moans and pants.
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Taemin grumbled silently for limping and he cursed the pain on his ass, mentally swearing after Minho took him roughly last night, senseless. He sighed and picked his softball jacket, slipping along his body. He just got a permission from Minho to accompany Joon this afternoon, after yesterday grieving moment, much to Taemin's compassion. He had texted Joon to meet him up at a park on 11. After making sure he didn't miss anything to bring, he dashed off to the park and smiled as he saw Joon sitting on a lengthy bench.
" Joon Hyung!"
Joon looked up to the voice's owner and blinked couple times. " Taemin-ah."
" Waiting long?"
" Not really. Ten minutes are." he replied, " Is Your Young Master not coming along too?"
" He might be doing his works now, signing papers that i've selected them this morning."
" I see."
Joon shifted to give Taemin's wider access to sit and Taemin gladly took it as a sign and immediately slumped. Joon crossed his arms and tilted, albeit not paying attention to Taemin.
" May i ask why did you call me to come here?"
" Of course so we can play and have a nice talk."
Joon sighed and nagged, " Seriously, Taemin? Can i get better answer than playing and having a tipsy talk?"
Taemin glared and gave his infamous huge pout. " Hyung, is that wrong to spend a time with our fellow called, 'friend'? If you are starting to be a grumpy i swear those wrinkles will grow more and it is not cool. In fact, it is disgusting."
Joon choked, almost, while Taemin was insensitively laughing over Joon's silly expression.
But really, it wasn't the reason why Joon was aghast and something was like being knocked down to his head.
Feels like i have heard this before.
" If you are planning to make me disgusted by your silly face, try me. And remember, wrinkles are fugly, you dummy."
Taemin smiled, which was pretty much bringing Joon back to reality.
" You are so funny, Hyung."
This time, Joon was really chocking, as he gasped.
" You are weird, in cute way."
" Tae, I - "
His words were cut off as his phone vibrated madly in his pocket and Joon mentally cursed, pulling out the stupid device. Joon sighed deeply when he saw the caller's id was one of his fellows from America.
" Taemin if you excuse me, i will pick up this call first."
" Go ahead, Hyung," he replied, pointing with his chin, shooing Joon in a child-like way. Joon restrained an urge to not pinch the younger because he knew it only would scare him. In fact, Joon wasn't planning to grow some pedophile side inside him.
After looking around that the place was quiet safe, Joon pressed the 'answer' button.
" This is Joon."
" I found the assassin's name!" Jino shouted as he whamed the expensive custom-made work desk. " Quick! Connect me with Master Jonghyun through a call! Right now!"
Minho felt helplessly missing Taemin for not being able to stay by his side and later he found himself holding his blackberry. After a long inner-fight, he decided to give Taemin a short longing call.
" Hello?"
Minho grew a wide smile, feeling so content hearing his angel's voice.
" What are you doing, Taemin-ah? We are only separating for next four hours yet i am missing you already."
A sound of chirpy chuckle.
" I miss you too, big baby."
Usually for Minho, he considered it as a humiliation if someone was babysitting him, but when it comes to Taemin, he was gladly to be nicknamed by that squishy designation.
Anything for his baby.
" Joon, remember. Our boss is terribly wrath and blowing up because you haven't brought him to us."
A silence.
" Don't you remember about everything you owe to him, for avenging the death of your wife?"
If there was an option to commit suicide,
Joon would have done it.
But he knew it would not make everything going better.
At least, not now.
" I get it."
Taemin giggled hearing his lover being so helplessly romantic. It was surprising him when he saw Minho's name displayed on the screen of his phone but after he picked up the call, he felt so flattered and blithe knowing it was only him who could make Minho lovesick like this.
" Taebby."
" Hm?
" I love you."
Taemin smiled, an overwhelming feeling spreading in his body.
" I lo - "
" Taemin-ah?"
Taemin almost jumped in surprise as he turned round, only to be greeted with Joon's body towering behind him.
" Oh, Hyung, have you finished your -"
But Joon only leaned down closer, face only a mere inch.
" Hyung..?"
Taemin's eyes widened as he felt something smell like anesthetic was pressed against his face.
Later the only he knew, everything turned black.
How he was so missing this cute boy, and Minho would never get enough of Taemin. He was madly, crazy in love with Taemin. He chuckled imagining Taemin to pout after their lovemaking session just because Minho teased him, oh Minho would definitely added it as his to-do-list.
" Taebby."
" Hm?"
" I love you."
Minho could imagine that Taemin was smiling blissfully now.
" I lo -"
" Taemin-ah?"
Intruder. Great. Now Minho had to wait.
" Oh Hyung, have you finished your -"
Why was Taemin stopping?
" Hyung?"
The next thing Minho heard was Taemin's sudden gasp.
And a sound of his phone dropping onto the ground.
Minho's heart clenched. What with this uneasy feeling?
" Taemin? Taemin?"
Suddenly he heard Taemin's phone was being picked up and a familiar voice replaced instead.
" Milord Minho.."
It was Joon.
" Joon! What the - "
" I'm sorry."
Click.
Minho's heart raced faster. Why the hell did Joon turn off the call?
Something was going really wrong.
" MINHO!!"
The door slammed open, revealing the panting Jonghyun on the sight. His eyes were full of horror, fist clenching tight. His necktie wasn't tied appropriately.
That time Minho was certain, everything was not right.
" Where's Taemin?!" he shouted on the top of his lungs, " My God, Minho! The assassin's name is Lee Joon! We are so reckless, he was fooling us around!"
As if a thunder was striking to him, Minho was staring at Jonghyun with a disbelief look.
Why?
But Taemin trusts him.
A shocked and horror expression was enough to explain to Jonghyun, he was already late.
" Oh, fuck."
Minho was too lost in his shock, his brain wasn't working properly.
" I love you too, Young Master."
Author : Ahra
Pairing: 2min
Genre: AU
Rating: 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.
The next morning Joon frowned as his eyes studied Taemin carefully, noticing an obvious change of the way Taemin walked when the younger was capping off the distance between them.
" Why are you limping?"
A faint blush stained Taemin's puffy cheeks and he shifted his gaze nervously, not saying the proper answer and locking his lips tight instead. If the shade and limping didn't give sufficient hints, then Joon would have considered himself dumber than a happy fifth grade. Somehow the atmosphere turned out awkward and no one shattered the lonesome. So they must have done 'it', Joon thought, that explains everything.
Realizing that Taemin would never take initiative, Joon then decided to expropriate the short talk.
" So? What are you gonna tell me?"
Taemin peeked up and grimaced, " Um, well, Young Master Minho said his men have found a quite nice cheap apartment for you," he answered, " We can go to your new place this afternoon."
Oh, so Joon did have a place now, thanks to Taemin's naive favor and also Minho's abundant wealth. Great, he owed Taemin and Minho for his rest of life.
The luminosity in Taemin's eyes shone brighter and still innocent, piercing a corner at somewhere of Joon's heart.
Like, seriously.
" Alright," Joon clenched his fist, unknowingly, " Thank you."
Something was going so wrong.
Still, Taemin's smile just didn't fade out, much to Joon's guilty conscience.
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Jonghyun closed his laptop and took off the spectacles that was hanging up on his nose, biting the tip of his pen while putting the investigation's result papers away from his sight.
" A man is staying over here?" Jonghyun's face went amazed " and it was because your Taemin brought him home right after he passed out?"
" More less you can pick up that," Minho's infamous Kanye shrug came on the scene, " By the time i got back from work, Taemin approached me and explained the whole story of helping the fainted poor man from a road."
" But, Minho," Jonghyun's voice sounded dither, slightly, " Are you sure this is the right choice to take? I mean, your boyfriend was bringing a stranger from nowhere to home."
" Dunno," Somehow, the softened gaze of Minho was nascent, showing a suavity which Jonghyun knew it was for Taemin only, " But Taemin seems trusting him."
That was kinda surprising Jonghyun seeing the arrogant young master look so mushy and calm, unlike his usual self.
What else Jonghyun could do everytime he recalled the spoony conversation? Jonghyun chuckled. He stayed up like that in his bed for five minutes before he got off the bed and walked out to see what was Taemin doing.
He met Taemin in the halfway to Minho's room (because later Jonghyun was told that Minho and Taemin were now in the same room for God's sake), the latter was trotting in infantile's way. With a big smile, Jonghyun went up to Taemin and greeted, " Taemin-ah!"
The personal assistant looked up and smiled widely, " Milord Jonghyun!"
" 'Ssup! What are you doing?"
" I am going to escort Joon Hyung to his new place," Taemin happily answered, " and young master is going to accompany me too. Would you like to go too?"
Jonghyun shook his head, " No, better to take a rest after yesterday's long flight."
From a corner, Jonghyun saw a quite tall muscular man walking quietly towards Taemin. When the man noticed Jonghyun's presence, he brought his head down and mumbled, " Good afternoon, Sir."
Jonghyun nodded awkwardly and observed the man in front of him. " Are you.. Mister Joon?"
" Yes," Joon replied with his husky voice, " But please take off the 'Mister' term as my respect to you."
" Oh, alright," That was kinda weird. Joon seemed had known the occupants of this house and also the appellative. Jonghyun thought it must be because Taemin had told Joon some that unknown to him.
Or so.
Jonghyun side-eyed Joon when the Taemin and Joon were walking pass him and at the same time, Minho came out of his room.
" Ah, Jonghyun," he closed his door and locked it, " Wanna join us?"
Jonghyun refused with a small shake of head and Minho shrugged, " Okay. Let's go, Taemin-ah."
Taemin turned to Joon and gave a motion of urging Joon to follow him. Joon obediently walked behind Taemin and the personal assistant shot a grin directed to Jonghyun. " See you later, Milord!" along with waving his hand.
When they were off to Jonghyun's sight, he leaned his shoulder against the cold wall and crinkled, why was he slightly feeling uneasy?
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" This is your apartment," Taemin pointed the steel door, " I hope nice enough as a place to stay, Hyung."
Joon's eyes examined silently as Taemin grabbed the handle and unlocked it, opening the door away and revealing the look inside. Taemin smiled proudly, along with the some men behind Minho too over their praiseworthy work. Joon was unable to speak, the inside looked damn fine and quite spacious.
" This is.. considered as cheap?"
Taemin nodded in triumph. " Isn't this nice? For me, i like it. What about you, Young Master?"
Minho gave a faint smile. " Well, quite so."
Taemin insisted Joon to enter his new place to look around. Joon hastily stepped in and watched how Taemin was repeatedly humming in awe finding that the apartment wasn't bad at all. Joon was in between he felt thankful or despair when he arrived at the furthest corner, he would be staying at this place from now on.
Which, Joon might have known, it would not last long.
Taemin tapped his shoulder and as Joon looked over his shoulder, the younger boy innocently said,
" How's it, Hyung?"
As if something was blocking a way downwards his throat.
It had been fifteen minutes since Taemin, Minho, and his men went back home. Joon was alone by himself and found he was still standing on the same spot. A small chatter from neighbors was heard yet Joon didn't feel like to greet them out of hand. On his knees, he took out a photo frame and brushed the periphery shakily. He placed it on a small escritoire and stared at the frame intently, unvoicing,
" What should i do, Hyomin-ah.."
Joon didn't know.
He felt unstable, this time.
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" Jino, could you possibly re-check the flight schedule of one week ago? .. Well, yeah. I need it. How long it takes? .. Okay. I get it. Let me know as soon as possible," Jonghyun pressed the 'end' button and slipped in the cellphone inside his pocket just in time a sound of Minho's car pulling up reverbed. Jonghyun took long strides to meet the couple and greeted by the sight of those two holding hands silently. Jonghyun rolled his eyes, they were acting like they didn't care of the weird looks coming from their maids. Of course also with some jealousy, because the most dashing young master Choi Minho dropped his choice on Taemin.
" Well," Jonghyun started the conversation, finding them breaking their intertwined hands and Jonghyun assessed it was quite hilarious. " Does Joon like his new dwelling?"
Taemin's eyes gleamed eagerly, " Yeah! Well, he doesn't really say anything clear but i bet he likes it. Or so what i think."
Jonghyun chuckled and shifted his gaze to the silent young master.
" Minho?"
The said man shrugged coolly, much to his concern. That meant he complied with Taemin. Jonghyun changed the topic right away. " So do you still have to visit him?"
" Of course," Taemin pouted, " He's under my aegis, you know. What kind of human who is heartless enough to leave in a poor man alone with no kinsfolk?"
Jonghyun eyed Minho.
" Oh, maybe my young master is."
" Hey," Minho retorted, " I agreed to help him, remember?!"
" Yeah, yeah," Jonghyun sneered, " If you had not met Taemin by any chance i would have doubted it by all means."
This time Minho side-eyed Jonghyun.
Jonghyun laughed over Minho's silly expression. " Now, now," he settled, " If you excuse us, can i have a private talk with Minho, Taeminnie? It's about our work."
" Oh, alright, i must see Eli too, now you've said it." Then Taemin dashed off to catch up Eli.
As soon as Taemin was off from their sight, Minho spoke up,
" What's now?"
" Well, you can say i have told my man to check the airport and also the passengers," Jonghyun replied, not breaking off his view. Minho cleared his throat. " Does this mean he is checking the assassin now?"
" Yup."
" And the suspicious identification?"
" One of them might be not a man with a proper and equitable job, if we check the population census files of United States."
" An authentic identity and pristine biographical data?"
" Exactly. It's easier if Jino, my man, can get a consent from the department, of course."
" Why doesn't he bring Choi's name?" Minho suggested, this time his voice was full of pride," Much easier."
" That was i thought and wanted to ask you," Jonghyun cackled, " So apparently i don't have to re-ask it. Thanks anyway, Minho."
" Sure."
Jonghyun was about to leave Minho when something crossed his mind so he turned back and gave a wary look to the taller man. " Minho, i don't know but this time, don't really trust anyone aside me and Taemin."
A short perplexity brought Minho under his awareness and when his brain was snapped out, he shouted, " What?"
Jonghyun chose to dart his tongue playfully and mocked, " You deaf" before drifted off leaving the annoyed man behind him. But Jonghyun was certain enough that Minho noted his words well.
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" Young Master, you're having a meeting until eight, right?"
It was after their school's time and both of them were now inside Minho's Buggati Veyron, heading to Choi Company. Minho nodded as he nuzzled his nose into Taemin's soft locks, indulging himself with the sweet scent of shampoo Taemin used. Taemin closed his eyes, enjoying every touch Minho landed on his skin, the warm fingers tracing Taemin carefully as if it were fragile and flimsy. Taemin cuddled closer to the muscled chest and buried his head between the cleavage, breathing softly.
" Can i take a look at Joon Hyung?" Taemin begged, adding extra cuteness 'cause he knew Minho would never be able to resist it. " Please, Minho?"
Minho sighed, though it was already the fourth time Taemin visited Joon, but he could not help it. Joon really needed a help and it was only Taemin who could do that. So he brought his hands and cupped Taemin's cute rounded face, staring at those brownish orbs deeply, he murmured, " Be careful."
Taemin smiled. " Thank you."
Not able to restrain himself from an adorable smile like that, Minho leaned forward and placed his lips on Taemin's, softly.
Soon, the kiss was getting intense as Minho pressed him slowly against the seat, and tried to move his tongue in to the heat. Taemin, who didn't expect it would happen, widened his eyes and tried to push away the elder reluctantly. He gasped, and Minho took it as a chance to slip his tongue in, sounf of the teeth grinding and clashing resounded inside the car.
" Sir, we have arrived."
They broke the kiss immediately and Taemin was already red from embarrassment. Minho laughed and landed a small peck on the crown of Taemin's hair, kissing him before they parted.
" I see you in bed," he whispered hotly, drawing deep blush on Taemin's cheeks. Minho gave a last kiss on the chubby thing and got out of the car, telling the driver to take Taemin to Joon's apartment.
Taemin took out a key of Joon's apartment and began unlocking the door. Although it was officially Joon's apartment, Joon allowed Taemin to keep a spare key if Joon wasn't in good position to open the door right away. Since Joon almost always locked his apartment (even though he was in), Taemin felt it was a good idea for him to bring one.
Taemin entered a compartment and took of his shoes. When he was walking towards Joon's room, he barely noticed a photo frame on a small table and Taemin winced. He clutched it and traced the photo carefully, examining and deciding it was a photo of a beautiful woman. Taemin wondered who was she. Now if he thought better yet, Taemin realized he knew only dollop about Joon.
" Oh, you're here, Taemin-ah."
A deep voice startled Taemin and he looked up, seeing a man with over sized white t-shirt stick on his body. Taemin showed a slight simper, " Hi, Hyung. Sorry for not coming in quick."
" Not a big deal. What are you doing?"
Just after he asked that, Joon noticed the photo frame in Taemin's grip and his face stiffened.
" I was just looking at this photo. She's so beautiful," Taemin shyly answered. His insensitiveness hardly witnessed a change of Joon's expression.
The elder coughed awkwardly. " Of course. She was the most beautiful woman i ever met."
Taemin's ears peeked up upon the 'was' word. Did that mean, she was no longer here?
As if Joon was a mind-reader, he continued in a low voice,
" She was my late wife."
Somehow, a shiver jolted up to the hairs of his skin.
" Because Hyomin was murdered, she died two years ago."
Taemin never knew that another man's miserable could be felt by him, this palpable.
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Joon was a heavy drinker, but he stopped once he married his Hyomin. And even until she died, Joon wasn't planning to get back to his past habit either. So he sipped a can of cola while sitting on the balcony and staring at the beautiful full-moon.
He didn't know how to react aside feeling miserable after telling Taemin about his past. Just what did exacatly he think?
But Joon could not help it.. When he saw Taemin, he was like seeing a picture of his late wife.
His train of thoughts was snapped when he heard his phone vibrating against the cold surface of long buffet, but he decided t ignore it anyway. After all he knew it was from one of his fellows, and Joon didn't feel like reading the coercion.
Because, if it was possible, Joon hoped he could overextend the time, and wishing a shitground to swallow him alive.
If only he didn't really need to do this job.
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" Taemin-ah?"
Minho brought his face closer to the younger male after the nightlight was already turned off, the eldest crawling over. Taemin had not said anything since the time he arrived home and it just made Minho worried. He felt concerned about whether a socket of Taemin's brain was shorting or something was upsetting him.
" Tae - "
A single tear escaped from Taemin's eyelid and Minho almost jumped off his bed. Soon he slithered and lifted Taemin's chin up, hoping he could see those glassy eyes.
" What's wrong?"
Taemin was more than murky, recalling what Joon had said to him about his wife.
" Joon Hyung - " he tried to speak between the chokes of crying, " h-he doesn't have any family be-because.. he was an o-orphan.. and his wife di-died after got ki-kiled.."
" Wh -"
" He said that.. h-his wife was the pr-prettiest wo-woman he has seen," Taemin continued his incoherent cries, " Thou-though i can f-feel that he m-misses his wi-wife s-so much.. H-his eyes t-told me so, Young Master.."
Minho could not help but felt sympathy to Joon, he didn't know he had been going so much difficulty despite he was an orphan. It must be very hard for him.
Taemin still sobbed and hiccuped continuously, Minho knew it would take long. He snuck his hands around Taemin's neck and brought him closer to him. He patted Taemin's back softly, soothing the younger male with so much affection.
" There, there.."
Taemin closed his eyes and continued sobbing against Minho's fabric, hands gripping the shirt tightly, body was shaking really bad. Minho tightened his hug, letting the warmth of his body to be transferred to Taemin so the youngest would feel calmer and composed.
But actually, there was another thing tangling him.
" M-Minho.. i feel that.. i am the luckiest human ever.. i still have my family.. and i still have you.." he practically babbled, not caring of the incoherency of his sound. " But how about Joon Hyung? People he loves have died.. He has no one, Minho.."
" Taemin," Minho rested his face on the crook of Taemin's neck, kissing and nibbling it carefully to tranquillize him, and it worked. Taemin slowly alleviated his cry, " I'm sure that there's you who will care of him from now, along with me too. He is not alone, and people he loves must have been loving him as much as Joon."
Taemin's palm clenched into a fist, biting his lower lip.
" We are going to be together forever, right?"
" Yes," he whispered, " Until we get old. Until the death separates us, even if so, nothing can break us up."
Minho felt a smile forming on Taemin's lips that had been buried against his chest, and Minho chuckled. He pushed Taemin away tenderly and kissed the small pout of the loss of body contact feeling.
" Promise you are never gonna leave me and not make me worried," Minho murmured in their kisses, and answered with a kiss which the eagerness was same from Taemin.
" You too," he whispered, wrapping his arms around Minho's neck, fingers working to unbutton each other, and clothes flying throughout the room, for another night which was filled by moans and pants.
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Taemin grumbled silently for limping and he cursed the pain on his ass, mentally swearing after Minho took him roughly last night, senseless. He sighed and picked his softball jacket, slipping along his body. He just got a permission from Minho to accompany Joon this afternoon, after yesterday grieving moment, much to Taemin's compassion. He had texted Joon to meet him up at a park on 11. After making sure he didn't miss anything to bring, he dashed off to the park and smiled as he saw Joon sitting on a lengthy bench.
" Joon Hyung!"
Joon looked up to the voice's owner and blinked couple times. " Taemin-ah."
" Waiting long?"
" Not really. Ten minutes are." he replied, " Is Your Young Master not coming along too?"
" He might be doing his works now, signing papers that i've selected them this morning."
" I see."
Joon shifted to give Taemin's wider access to sit and Taemin gladly took it as a sign and immediately slumped. Joon crossed his arms and tilted, albeit not paying attention to Taemin.
" May i ask why did you call me to come here?"
" Of course so we can play and have a nice talk."
Joon sighed and nagged, " Seriously, Taemin? Can i get better answer than playing and having a tipsy talk?"
Taemin glared and gave his infamous huge pout. " Hyung, is that wrong to spend a time with our fellow called, 'friend'? If you are starting to be a grumpy i swear those wrinkles will grow more and it is not cool. In fact, it is disgusting."
Joon choked, almost, while Taemin was insensitively laughing over Joon's silly expression.
But really, it wasn't the reason why Joon was aghast and something was like being knocked down to his head.
Feels like i have heard this before.
" If you are planning to make me disgusted by your silly face, try me. And remember, wrinkles are fugly, you dummy."
Taemin smiled, which was pretty much bringing Joon back to reality.
" You are so funny, Hyung."
This time, Joon was really chocking, as he gasped.
" You are weird, in cute way."
" Tae, I - "
His words were cut off as his phone vibrated madly in his pocket and Joon mentally cursed, pulling out the stupid device. Joon sighed deeply when he saw the caller's id was one of his fellows from America.
" Taemin if you excuse me, i will pick up this call first."
" Go ahead, Hyung," he replied, pointing with his chin, shooing Joon in a child-like way. Joon restrained an urge to not pinch the younger because he knew it only would scare him. In fact, Joon wasn't planning to grow some pedophile side inside him.
After looking around that the place was quiet safe, Joon pressed the 'answer' button.
" This is Joon."
" I found the assassin's name!" Jino shouted as he whamed the expensive custom-made work desk. " Quick! Connect me with Master Jonghyun through a call! Right now!"
Minho felt helplessly missing Taemin for not being able to stay by his side and later he found himself holding his blackberry. After a long inner-fight, he decided to give Taemin a short longing call.
" Hello?"
Minho grew a wide smile, feeling so content hearing his angel's voice.
" What are you doing, Taemin-ah? We are only separating for next four hours yet i am missing you already."
A sound of chirpy chuckle.
" I miss you too, big baby."
Usually for Minho, he considered it as a humiliation if someone was babysitting him, but when it comes to Taemin, he was gladly to be nicknamed by that squishy designation.
Anything for his baby.
" Joon, remember. Our boss is terribly wrath and blowing up because you haven't brought him to us."
A silence.
" Don't you remember about everything you owe to him, for avenging the death of your wife?"
If there was an option to commit suicide,
Joon would have done it.
But he knew it would not make everything going better.
At least, not now.
" I get it."
Taemin giggled hearing his lover being so helplessly romantic. It was surprising him when he saw Minho's name displayed on the screen of his phone but after he picked up the call, he felt so flattered and blithe knowing it was only him who could make Minho lovesick like this.
" Taebby."
" Hm?
" I love you."
Taemin smiled, an overwhelming feeling spreading in his body.
" I lo - "
" Taemin-ah?"
Taemin almost jumped in surprise as he turned round, only to be greeted with Joon's body towering behind him.
" Oh, Hyung, have you finished your -"
But Joon only leaned down closer, face only a mere inch.
" Hyung..?"
Taemin's eyes widened as he felt something smell like anesthetic was pressed against his face.
Later the only he knew, everything turned black.
How he was so missing this cute boy, and Minho would never get enough of Taemin. He was madly, crazy in love with Taemin. He chuckled imagining Taemin to pout after their lovemaking session just because Minho teased him, oh Minho would definitely added it as his to-do-list.
" Taebby."
" Hm?"
" I love you."
Minho could imagine that Taemin was smiling blissfully now.
" I lo -"
" Taemin-ah?"
Intruder. Great. Now Minho had to wait.
" Oh Hyung, have you finished your -"
Why was Taemin stopping?
" Hyung?"
The next thing Minho heard was Taemin's sudden gasp.
And a sound of his phone dropping onto the ground.
Minho's heart clenched. What with this uneasy feeling?
" Taemin? Taemin?"
Suddenly he heard Taemin's phone was being picked up and a familiar voice replaced instead.
" Milord Minho.."
It was Joon.
" Joon! What the - "
" I'm sorry."
Click.
Minho's heart raced faster. Why the hell did Joon turn off the call?
Something was going really wrong.
" MINHO!!"
The door slammed open, revealing the panting Jonghyun on the sight. His eyes were full of horror, fist clenching tight. His necktie wasn't tied appropriately.
That time Minho was certain, everything was not right.
" Where's Taemin?!" he shouted on the top of his lungs, " My God, Minho! The assassin's name is Lee Joon! We are so reckless, he was fooling us around!"
As if a thunder was striking to him, Minho was staring at Jonghyun with a disbelief look.
Why?
But Taemin trusts him.
A shocked and horror expression was enough to explain to Jonghyun, he was already late.
" Oh, fuck."
Minho was too lost in his shock, his brain wasn't working properly.
" I love you too, Young Master."