Yes, My Master - Epilogue
Title: Yes, My Master - Epilogue
Author : Ahra
Pairing: 2min
Genre: AU
Rating: NC-17 (for the sexual intercourse in the beginning)
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.
Fucking late update, shisus. I went to KIMCHI concert and was too mesmerized with X-5 and SJ, BUT FUCK HAEWON NOTICED ME AND HE TOOK MY HAND IN AIRPORT AND PROTECTED ME WITH HIS SINGLE STRONG ARM AND IN THE CAR, HE MUMBLED 'BE CAREFUL' AND WAVED AND GAVE A THUMB. TO. ME. ONLY. AND. MY. FRIEND. AND DURING THE PRESS CONFERENCE (I SLIPPED IN, ALONG WITH MY OTHER TWO FRIENDS) HE SMILED, GRINNED, AND BOWED HIS HEAD TO ME. FUCK HAEWOOOOONNNN HE IS SO CUTE ;A;
Now into the story~
“ Y - Young Master.. No.. Please.. No more..”
A long, sly finger drew a single long lazy line down the hardened medium-sized length and a smirk twitched as a spurt of white substances leaked out of the tip, the trapped male underneath the stronger one spilling out tears of the corner of his eyes, how he begged the upper male to stop the tease already and go a step further; he could not do anything much when he was being taken control and the older male pushed up his knees, spreading the milky thighs wide, giving a very nice view of the puckered pink hole and perky, round ass.
“ I thought you can handle this, Taemin-ah.”
Taemin’s eyes fluttered closed, reminding himself not to fall for Minho’s trap anymore but fuck, what could he do when the young president invited him to come in to his room, saying that he needed Taemin’s help (as the original personal assistant) and ended up with Minho groping his butt and squeezing his cock? Things he knew after that he was pushed onto the neat bed sheets and Minho tore his tight fitted white shirt until the buttons were detached away, until they were absent of any unwanted clothings, yet they were dead center, searching for needs and wants back and forth.
It had been a week since Taemin returned to Choi Resident and began working as Minho’s assistant (doubled as the lover when they both could steal a moment to hold hands and touched each other’s skin), Minho had not stopped the endless torture and teases. He could not get enough of Taemin; he always wanted more.
“ You can’t.. do this to me.. M- Minho..”
Minho tilted innocently, although he didn’t fit with the innocent stuffs, instead he bent over and hovered above the fragile creature. His hot breath brushed Taemin’s skin glistened with sweats, darting out a tongue and trailing the exposed neck slowly.
“ Tell me what you want. I don’t understand of any, Love.”
Taemin chew on his already bleeding lips for biting too much, locking the gaze between them, as Minho’s fingers played with the small, cute pink nub and his other free hand drew an imaginary circle around the little entrance. He could hear a lust latched underneath Minho’s deep voice, Taemin not preventing himself to voice out a loud moan.
“ P- please..”
“ Please what?” A sly grin followed.
Taemin wrapped his weak hands around Minho’s neck, the heat sending shivers to his groin, he had to end this quick. His cock could not cooperate with him any longer.
“ Fuck me.. hard..”
Minho’s expression softened, his twitching grin changing into a loving smile. He aligned the big prick in front of the needy hole, and he began thrusting all the way in, so hard, so deep. Taemin’s cries filled the silent space as he hooked his legs on Minho’s waist, giving an easier access for Minho to ram in, abusing the sensitive nerves and hitting a parictular prostate which would drive Taemin wild, and he did. Taemin squirmed under his touch, when Minho’s big cock brushed over the bundles, he jerked, his back arching beautifully, eyes snapped open wide, as he screamed loud; much like a music to Minho’s ears. He smiled proudly, knowing it was only him who could turn Tamein into a mess like this. He never wanted to stop; but the tightness and heat inside Taemin were - fuck, Minho was incoherent. He nearly drew blood on his lips; he knew he was reaching his peak.
“ Y - Young Master, I’m - “
Minho looked at his other half, his hear beating within the chest as he forced himself not to break his love carelessly. Taemin lifted his small hips, meeting with the hard thrusts, overriding the fact he would be limping for sure tomorrow but fuck, they were melted with the burning sensation and Minho rushed in again, giving harder thrusting assault. His lips travelled down from Taemin’s neck to the feminine curvatures as he almost pulled out, and thrusted into the already red ass for the last one. Taemin cried out as he cummed, landing on between their torsos and some on Minho’s chin, while his walls milked out the hot prick as Minho shot his cum inside and leaking out from the abused hole, the veins in his cock calming down yet Minho still didn’t want to pull out. Apparently Taemin had given his approval to enjoy the sensation inside him and his breath lunged.
There was something that Taemin really liked during their making love, a kiss. Simply touching their lips and tongue together, was the best part after. Minho pulled away, feeling content as he admired the pale beauty beneath him; his only love after their first met ten years ago.
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“ Can’t we play this together?”
“ Of course, if you want.”
The little girl smiled sweetly as the sun shone brightfully through the clear sky , wanting or not it made Minho to smile along, as he wondered, how beautiful this little girl could be.
When Minho opened his eyes, the sunshine slipping in between the hanging green curtains and he groaned, he was never a fan of waking up early. He ran his fingers in his black locks and looked at his side, smiling when he saw the younger male sleeping peacefully beside him, curling up like a little baby. Minho yawned until a single tear of drowsiness was made and stroked his scalp, blinking thoughtfully about his dream.
His first love.
Speaking of which.. How was she now? Where did she go?
“ Young Master..”
Apparently the sound of sheets scraping had waken his baby up, he rubbed his eyes unconsciously too cute in Minho’s eyes, and smiled innocently at the older male. “ Want a cup of rose tea?”
Something just crossed past his dirty mind. “ No,” Minho grinned, “ I rather like to have you now.”
Taemin gasped when a pair of strong arms slipped around his naked body and was pushed back into the bed again, their skin rubbing fiercely. Taemin still felt sore because of the last night, he could not let this happen, not even in Minho’s dream.
“ You - “
Minho’s eyes widened, shit, why did I forget about this thing?!
“ Pervert bastard!”
A loud wham resounded through the room, followed with Minho’s painful scream and a loud curse.
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“ So, let me squint and guess this clearly,” Jonghyun excitedly grinned with a pen in his hand, making weird shapes on a white paper, “ You asked Taemin to have another round and met again with Taemin’s dreadful paperfan. I see, that was a very brilliant move, I have to admit.”
“ Shut up,” Minho yelled in annoyance, rubbing his poor head and grimancing, he totally didn’t count the stuff and now Minho made a bulky mental note in somewhere at the corner of his brain, that he needed to hide the paperfan or at least, learn some good martial arts from Jinki to avoid the ignominious threat. Three years totally made him forget about the thing that always kept Minho away from doing something further to his Taemin.. and now he wondered where the hell Taemin hid his paperfan.
Jonghyun giggled, “ Well, it’s fun seeing you in a beautiful sweet pain like this. You should have learnt how to avoid - “
“ That was pretty much I thought, thank you very much,” Minho replied sarcastically, causing Jonghyun to burst out a satisfied laughter and Minho deliberately stepped on Jonghyun’s bare foot, earning a loud shriek from the shorter man. “ Ops, my bad,” Minho grinned, and Jonghyun didn’t want more except to throw a punch on Minho’s face. But the glare Jonghyun shot at him wasn’t making Minho feel taken aback, if there was anything then it’d only make Minho laugh upon his funny face.
“ Jonghyun, you won’t guess what I dreamt last night.”
“ What? You having a wet dream with me? That was grossy - Fuck Minho, it hurts! I was just kidding! Stop stepping on my foot!”
Minho rolled his eyes. “ I dreamt about her.”
“ ‘Her’? Who is this girl? Are you cheating on Taemin? This is fun! I can tell him right now and see the couple’s fight - Minho, I’m begging you, stop abusing my poor foot. Your feet are bigger than mine, please."
“ Our first love.”
“ What - Oh, okay. Oh.”
“ I wonder what is she doing now.. Is she fine?”
“ You still love her?”
“ No, it’s more like I am surprised having a dream about my childhood and also her, she was my first love, and yours.”
“ I still like her.”
“ I just think about her and - what Jonghyun, are you fucking serious?”
Jonghyun really wished he could spit on this clueless guy. He still had not yet figured out the ‘girl’, yes it was clear that Minho was obnoxiously stupid outside his gallant appareance. “ Well, you’d better find the answer alone, you dickhead.” Jonghyun wiggled his brows and he stood up, reflexively keeping off the last attack from Minho and he glared. “ You have to see and keep track of everyone around you carefully sometimes, seriously.” And he walked away, leaving the confused male behind. But before Jonghyun disappeared from the door, he shouted, “ Think about this. She never wore skirts,” then he left.
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Taemin blinked through his long eyelashes. “ Key Hyung and Jinki Hyung are coming over? Cool! I will prepare a set of small tea party at the garden!” he squealed as he tugged Minho’s arm rather excitedly, making Minho’s lips break into a smile and he stroked the boy’s auburn hair affectionately. “ Please as well make delicious tea,” Minho kissed Taemin’s forehead softly, enjoying a small blush creeping up Taemin’s cheeks, “ and dress up prettily. It’s been a while since we had a cup of tea together.”
Taemin nodded happily and pecked Minho right on his lips, surprising the older male and a giggle replaced the innocent smile, “ Alright, Young Master. I’ve prepared your papers, all you need to do is signing and stamping them while I prepare. Be good.”
“ Does this mean I’ll get a present tonight?”
Taemin blushed, but soon he got over it and whispered, “ You think?” and he ran away before Minho managed to catch him. The young president chuckled lightly, knowing he could have another perfect night in their shared bed.
Minho turned round his heels and began walking away to the garden to wait his lover preparing the tea set and looking through the window, somehow Jonghyun’s last words kept repeated over and over, leaving a last huge curiousity he was really sure he needed to work out.
Because when Jonghyun said something enigmatic, then Minho had to puzzle out the question up to the hilt.
Minho found himself resting on a long chair near a tea table at the garden, closing his eyes slowly when the sunshine was a bit too dazzling. He breathed softly as the smell of fresh grasses and flowers welcomed his bright leisure time. Sleepiness began taking over him, he didn’t know what happened next when his conscience slipped away.
“ Why didn’t you play by yourself?”
That little girl pouted. “ Do you hate playing with me?”
“ No - “ Minho panicked, “ It is not like that! It’s just I wonder why you asked a quiet boy like me..”
She grinned. “ Because I want to. You know, sometimes you have to rid your awkward stilted face because you are just a kid, like me, and play like other children.”
“ This frog - Wake up! How could you sleep unguardedly here? And did you drool? Gross!”
Key’s ungracious slaps on his cheek awoke Minho, the taller male groaning in a hoarse voice. Minho was greeted by a sight of neat arrangement of cups and a teapot, not far from it he saw Taemin smiling while holding a tray. “ Young Master, did you get a nice nap?”
“ Yeah.. Until Key slapped me,” Minho accused the diva whom was crossing his arms over his oversized tee. “ Right. You drooling man, yuck.”
“ I don’t drool.”
“ Now, now,” Jinki calmed his lover and smiled at Minho. “ How do you do? It must be tiring attending the college and doing your job as a president.”
“ Not really..” Minho stole a glance on Taemin, subtly smirking, “ I am always tired because of a different reason.”
Jinki choked on the answer, if Key heard this then he would strangle Minho and suck out his life of it. “ No wonder you look lively and steamed-up now, you have your own energy source,” he chortled, although it felt awkward talking about other person’s sex life, but he kind of imagined Minho’s beast side devouring the poor baby every night, and he shook his head to tune out the improper thought. “ Say, where is Jonghyun?”
Key, who just got back after helping his baby taking care of the tea set, leered at one direction. “ Speaking of the devil, here he is.”
Jonghyun snuffled, “ Someone is talking behind my back.”
“ Not you. Poor kid,” Key sneered, and Jonghyun pouted.
Taemin stumped childishly towards Minho and he looked up with his doe eyes, “ I’m done. Can I do something?”
Minho furrowed, usually if Taemin wanted to do something then it was mostly playing like a little kid. “ You are on your twenty. What is it?”
“ I want to look around the flowers while having my cup, they are beautiful.”
Minho smiled, “ Sure.” Then after he got the approval Taemin hurriedly poured the tea into his cup and had a seat in front of the flowers, staring and examining them, soon immersed in his own sea of thoughts.
“ You also can get your own cup, guys,” Minho exclaimed calmly as he made his way to pour the tea and sat beside Taemin. The younger boy was still lost in his own world and Minho took his time to savor the sweet and lovely male with his eyes, the world around them was perfect and untouchable by other people right now, Minho was hundred percent willing to protect his only love and not letting strangers to touch what was his. He was capable enough to be the one who could subdue Taemin’s entire world, because their love and bond were stronger then anything else.
“ Young Master?”
It startled Minho because it was his turn submerged into his selfish side so his head snapped up. “ Yes?”
“ I think we should take your time off and relish the spare time like this more often.”
“ And why should we?” Minho’s lips twitched, about to smile.
Taemin grinned, “ Because your stressing works are stressing. You always put up a stiff expression - yes, exactly like that - except when you touch and ravish me. So I think, it’s good thing for you to repose and pull your feet up occasionally.”
Those words shot his eyes wide, feeling so familiar.
Taemin turned his head and shyly asked, “ Do you want to play with me too, in your leisure time?”
“ She never wore skirts.”
“ Oh.. Well, okay..” Minho mumbled, had not yet recovered from the shock, “ I’d like to..”
Come to think of it, she never admitted that she was a girl at the first place. Her jawline was slightly different from most of girls..
There was something that Minho needed to confirm.
“ Taemin-ah.”
The personal assistant broke his eyes away from the flowers, “ Yes?”
“ Where were you born and where did you live after that? I know you can’t really remember about your past, but..”
Taemin’s face scrunched up, recalling his memories deeply.
“ I was born in Seoul..” he mumbled, “ but I think on the age of five? Four? I’m not really sure, but I moved away to Mokpo, and on the age of 10 I returned to Seoul and met you, then I became your personal assistant, until now. You were really an annoying spoilt brat, after your mother’s death and what.. your first love?” Taemin sarcastically reminded, feeling a bit jealous.
“ Don’t come to me! I’m not letting a stranger to touch me!”
“ But your father said I have to serve you, Young Master..”
“ Were you often called by your friends with some of girlish, feminine terms?”
Taemin snorted. “ They did, it happened after I fell down and lost most of my memories, I think I was often called like that before, too.”
“ Why are you here? It is raining.. You can catch cold..”
“ Because my job is to serve you, my Master.”
“ You lost your memories because you..”
“ According to my father, I fell down from a tree right after we moved away, so I forgot half of my childhood back then. It was ridiculous.”
“ You can’t go, okay? You won’t make me worried again, understand? I thought you were gonna leave me..”
“ I will never leave you, I’ll be by your side forever, Young Master.”
That was a wrap, Minho bursted out a laugh until he felt his stomach could not take more, tears on the corner and his nerves in cheeks pulsating, he almost could not believe this. If he had to recall everything, Taemin has a close similarity to her.
Taemin looked dumbfounded as he crashed his body to Minho’s forward, gripping Minho’s loose shirt. “ W- What? Why are you laughing?”
Minho wiped off his tears subtly and grinned after the laughter explosion. “ No.. I think I remember something.. And I won’t tell you.”
So Jonghyun has discovered this long before me, that asshole.
Taemin gave his best glare and huge pout. “ You can not!”
But Minho just slyly smirked. “ What?”
That Jonghyun..
Taemin angrily shoved Minho’s hand off him when the older tried to touch his cheek, but it only earned another laugh from him, causing Taemin redden his face and refuse to look at his lover, but when he decided to turn away, the bright sunlight greeted him and Taemin soon forgot about his anger, looking back at the young master with a happy smile on his lips.
“ Look! The sky is so clear! Today must be a really good day, don’t you think?”
Minho smiled - but this time it was not really because he agreed with Taemin, well yes the sky was so clear and sunny, but he thought of something else.
Because Taemin’s smile fitted perfectly with the bright sunlight, which had enlighted Minho’s world even in the darkness.
“ Yes..” Minho laughed, drawing the smaller male closer to his body, enveloping him with a warm hug and showering Taemin with light kisses from his chin, up to his lips, cheeks, nose, eyes, forehead, and back to his lips again, “ And I love you.”
A crimson red stained Taemin’s round cheeks once again, nonetheless he replied shyly, “ Me too. I’m happy to be with you, Minho.”
Things only left are, I just need to smack Jonghyun, he’s so dead.
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“ I told you! I don’t love Taemin - I lied, I liked him a little but it was only because he is so cute! - Ouch fuck that stings! - I only love that ‘little girl’, our first love! Yes I know ‘she’ was actually Taemin but it’s not my fault if you didn’t realize it! Stop smacking me, Minho! I didn’t do anything! I’m clean! Minho, stop assaulting my feet and stepping on them! Yours are two inches bigger than mine, dammit!”
Author : Ahra
Pairing: 2min
Genre: AU
Rating: NC-17 (for the sexual intercourse in the beginning)
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.
Fucking late update, shisus. I went to KIMCHI concert and was too mesmerized with X-5 and SJ, BUT FUCK HAEWON NOTICED ME AND HE TOOK MY HAND IN AIRPORT AND PROTECTED ME WITH HIS SINGLE STRONG ARM AND IN THE CAR, HE MUMBLED 'BE CAREFUL' AND WAVED AND GAVE A THUMB. TO. ME. ONLY. AND. MY. FRIEND. AND DURING THE PRESS CONFERENCE (I SLIPPED IN, ALONG WITH MY OTHER TWO FRIENDS) HE SMILED, GRINNED, AND BOWED HIS HEAD TO ME. FUCK HAEWOOOOONNNN HE IS SO CUTE ;A;
Now into the story~
“ Y - Young Master.. No.. Please.. No more..”
A long, sly finger drew a single long lazy line down the hardened medium-sized length and a smirk twitched as a spurt of white substances leaked out of the tip, the trapped male underneath the stronger one spilling out tears of the corner of his eyes, how he begged the upper male to stop the tease already and go a step further; he could not do anything much when he was being taken control and the older male pushed up his knees, spreading the milky thighs wide, giving a very nice view of the puckered pink hole and perky, round ass.
“ I thought you can handle this, Taemin-ah.”
Taemin’s eyes fluttered closed, reminding himself not to fall for Minho’s trap anymore but fuck, what could he do when the young president invited him to come in to his room, saying that he needed Taemin’s help (as the original personal assistant) and ended up with Minho groping his butt and squeezing his cock? Things he knew after that he was pushed onto the neat bed sheets and Minho tore his tight fitted white shirt until the buttons were detached away, until they were absent of any unwanted clothings, yet they were dead center, searching for needs and wants back and forth.
It had been a week since Taemin returned to Choi Resident and began working as Minho’s assistant (doubled as the lover when they both could steal a moment to hold hands and touched each other’s skin), Minho had not stopped the endless torture and teases. He could not get enough of Taemin; he always wanted more.
“ You can’t.. do this to me.. M- Minho..”
Minho tilted innocently, although he didn’t fit with the innocent stuffs, instead he bent over and hovered above the fragile creature. His hot breath brushed Taemin’s skin glistened with sweats, darting out a tongue and trailing the exposed neck slowly.
“ Tell me what you want. I don’t understand of any, Love.”
Taemin chew on his already bleeding lips for biting too much, locking the gaze between them, as Minho’s fingers played with the small, cute pink nub and his other free hand drew an imaginary circle around the little entrance. He could hear a lust latched underneath Minho’s deep voice, Taemin not preventing himself to voice out a loud moan.
“ P- please..”
“ Please what?” A sly grin followed.
Taemin wrapped his weak hands around Minho’s neck, the heat sending shivers to his groin, he had to end this quick. His cock could not cooperate with him any longer.
“ Fuck me.. hard..”
Minho’s expression softened, his twitching grin changing into a loving smile. He aligned the big prick in front of the needy hole, and he began thrusting all the way in, so hard, so deep. Taemin’s cries filled the silent space as he hooked his legs on Minho’s waist, giving an easier access for Minho to ram in, abusing the sensitive nerves and hitting a parictular prostate which would drive Taemin wild, and he did. Taemin squirmed under his touch, when Minho’s big cock brushed over the bundles, he jerked, his back arching beautifully, eyes snapped open wide, as he screamed loud; much like a music to Minho’s ears. He smiled proudly, knowing it was only him who could turn Tamein into a mess like this. He never wanted to stop; but the tightness and heat inside Taemin were - fuck, Minho was incoherent. He nearly drew blood on his lips; he knew he was reaching his peak.
“ Y - Young Master, I’m - “
Minho looked at his other half, his hear beating within the chest as he forced himself not to break his love carelessly. Taemin lifted his small hips, meeting with the hard thrusts, overriding the fact he would be limping for sure tomorrow but fuck, they were melted with the burning sensation and Minho rushed in again, giving harder thrusting assault. His lips travelled down from Taemin’s neck to the feminine curvatures as he almost pulled out, and thrusted into the already red ass for the last one. Taemin cried out as he cummed, landing on between their torsos and some on Minho’s chin, while his walls milked out the hot prick as Minho shot his cum inside and leaking out from the abused hole, the veins in his cock calming down yet Minho still didn’t want to pull out. Apparently Taemin had given his approval to enjoy the sensation inside him and his breath lunged.
There was something that Taemin really liked during their making love, a kiss. Simply touching their lips and tongue together, was the best part after. Minho pulled away, feeling content as he admired the pale beauty beneath him; his only love after their first met ten years ago.
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“ Can’t we play this together?”
“ Of course, if you want.”
The little girl smiled sweetly as the sun shone brightfully through the clear sky , wanting or not it made Minho to smile along, as he wondered, how beautiful this little girl could be.
When Minho opened his eyes, the sunshine slipping in between the hanging green curtains and he groaned, he was never a fan of waking up early. He ran his fingers in his black locks and looked at his side, smiling when he saw the younger male sleeping peacefully beside him, curling up like a little baby. Minho yawned until a single tear of drowsiness was made and stroked his scalp, blinking thoughtfully about his dream.
His first love.
Speaking of which.. How was she now? Where did she go?
“ Young Master..”
Apparently the sound of sheets scraping had waken his baby up, he rubbed his eyes unconsciously too cute in Minho’s eyes, and smiled innocently at the older male. “ Want a cup of rose tea?”
Something just crossed past his dirty mind. “ No,” Minho grinned, “ I rather like to have you now.”
Taemin gasped when a pair of strong arms slipped around his naked body and was pushed back into the bed again, their skin rubbing fiercely. Taemin still felt sore because of the last night, he could not let this happen, not even in Minho’s dream.
“ You - “
Minho’s eyes widened, shit, why did I forget about this thing?!
“ Pervert bastard!”
A loud wham resounded through the room, followed with Minho’s painful scream and a loud curse.
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“ So, let me squint and guess this clearly,” Jonghyun excitedly grinned with a pen in his hand, making weird shapes on a white paper, “ You asked Taemin to have another round and met again with Taemin’s dreadful paperfan. I see, that was a very brilliant move, I have to admit.”
“ Shut up,” Minho yelled in annoyance, rubbing his poor head and grimancing, he totally didn’t count the stuff and now Minho made a bulky mental note in somewhere at the corner of his brain, that he needed to hide the paperfan or at least, learn some good martial arts from Jinki to avoid the ignominious threat. Three years totally made him forget about the thing that always kept Minho away from doing something further to his Taemin.. and now he wondered where the hell Taemin hid his paperfan.
Jonghyun giggled, “ Well, it’s fun seeing you in a beautiful sweet pain like this. You should have learnt how to avoid - “
“ That was pretty much I thought, thank you very much,” Minho replied sarcastically, causing Jonghyun to burst out a satisfied laughter and Minho deliberately stepped on Jonghyun’s bare foot, earning a loud shriek from the shorter man. “ Ops, my bad,” Minho grinned, and Jonghyun didn’t want more except to throw a punch on Minho’s face. But the glare Jonghyun shot at him wasn’t making Minho feel taken aback, if there was anything then it’d only make Minho laugh upon his funny face.
“ Jonghyun, you won’t guess what I dreamt last night.”
“ What? You having a wet dream with me? That was grossy - Fuck Minho, it hurts! I was just kidding! Stop stepping on my foot!”
Minho rolled his eyes. “ I dreamt about her.”
“ ‘Her’? Who is this girl? Are you cheating on Taemin? This is fun! I can tell him right now and see the couple’s fight - Minho, I’m begging you, stop abusing my poor foot. Your feet are bigger than mine, please."
“ Our first love.”
“ What - Oh, okay. Oh.”
“ I wonder what is she doing now.. Is she fine?”
“ You still love her?”
“ No, it’s more like I am surprised having a dream about my childhood and also her, she was my first love, and yours.”
“ I still like her.”
“ I just think about her and - what Jonghyun, are you fucking serious?”
Jonghyun really wished he could spit on this clueless guy. He still had not yet figured out the ‘girl’, yes it was clear that Minho was obnoxiously stupid outside his gallant appareance. “ Well, you’d better find the answer alone, you dickhead.” Jonghyun wiggled his brows and he stood up, reflexively keeping off the last attack from Minho and he glared. “ You have to see and keep track of everyone around you carefully sometimes, seriously.” And he walked away, leaving the confused male behind. But before Jonghyun disappeared from the door, he shouted, “ Think about this. She never wore skirts,” then he left.
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Taemin blinked through his long eyelashes. “ Key Hyung and Jinki Hyung are coming over? Cool! I will prepare a set of small tea party at the garden!” he squealed as he tugged Minho’s arm rather excitedly, making Minho’s lips break into a smile and he stroked the boy’s auburn hair affectionately. “ Please as well make delicious tea,” Minho kissed Taemin’s forehead softly, enjoying a small blush creeping up Taemin’s cheeks, “ and dress up prettily. It’s been a while since we had a cup of tea together.”
Taemin nodded happily and pecked Minho right on his lips, surprising the older male and a giggle replaced the innocent smile, “ Alright, Young Master. I’ve prepared your papers, all you need to do is signing and stamping them while I prepare. Be good.”
“ Does this mean I’ll get a present tonight?”
Taemin blushed, but soon he got over it and whispered, “ You think?” and he ran away before Minho managed to catch him. The young president chuckled lightly, knowing he could have another perfect night in their shared bed.
Minho turned round his heels and began walking away to the garden to wait his lover preparing the tea set and looking through the window, somehow Jonghyun’s last words kept repeated over and over, leaving a last huge curiousity he was really sure he needed to work out.
Because when Jonghyun said something enigmatic, then Minho had to puzzle out the question up to the hilt.
Minho found himself resting on a long chair near a tea table at the garden, closing his eyes slowly when the sunshine was a bit too dazzling. He breathed softly as the smell of fresh grasses and flowers welcomed his bright leisure time. Sleepiness began taking over him, he didn’t know what happened next when his conscience slipped away.
“ Why didn’t you play by yourself?”
That little girl pouted. “ Do you hate playing with me?”
“ No - “ Minho panicked, “ It is not like that! It’s just I wonder why you asked a quiet boy like me..”
She grinned. “ Because I want to. You know, sometimes you have to rid your awkward stilted face because you are just a kid, like me, and play like other children.”
“ This frog - Wake up! How could you sleep unguardedly here? And did you drool? Gross!”
Key’s ungracious slaps on his cheek awoke Minho, the taller male groaning in a hoarse voice. Minho was greeted by a sight of neat arrangement of cups and a teapot, not far from it he saw Taemin smiling while holding a tray. “ Young Master, did you get a nice nap?”
“ Yeah.. Until Key slapped me,” Minho accused the diva whom was crossing his arms over his oversized tee. “ Right. You drooling man, yuck.”
“ I don’t drool.”
“ Now, now,” Jinki calmed his lover and smiled at Minho. “ How do you do? It must be tiring attending the college and doing your job as a president.”
“ Not really..” Minho stole a glance on Taemin, subtly smirking, “ I am always tired because of a different reason.”
Jinki choked on the answer, if Key heard this then he would strangle Minho and suck out his life of it. “ No wonder you look lively and steamed-up now, you have your own energy source,” he chortled, although it felt awkward talking about other person’s sex life, but he kind of imagined Minho’s beast side devouring the poor baby every night, and he shook his head to tune out the improper thought. “ Say, where is Jonghyun?”
Key, who just got back after helping his baby taking care of the tea set, leered at one direction. “ Speaking of the devil, here he is.”
Jonghyun snuffled, “ Someone is talking behind my back.”
“ Not you. Poor kid,” Key sneered, and Jonghyun pouted.
Taemin stumped childishly towards Minho and he looked up with his doe eyes, “ I’m done. Can I do something?”
Minho furrowed, usually if Taemin wanted to do something then it was mostly playing like a little kid. “ You are on your twenty. What is it?”
“ I want to look around the flowers while having my cup, they are beautiful.”
Minho smiled, “ Sure.” Then after he got the approval Taemin hurriedly poured the tea into his cup and had a seat in front of the flowers, staring and examining them, soon immersed in his own sea of thoughts.
“ You also can get your own cup, guys,” Minho exclaimed calmly as he made his way to pour the tea and sat beside Taemin. The younger boy was still lost in his own world and Minho took his time to savor the sweet and lovely male with his eyes, the world around them was perfect and untouchable by other people right now, Minho was hundred percent willing to protect his only love and not letting strangers to touch what was his. He was capable enough to be the one who could subdue Taemin’s entire world, because their love and bond were stronger then anything else.
“ Young Master?”
It startled Minho because it was his turn submerged into his selfish side so his head snapped up. “ Yes?”
“ I think we should take your time off and relish the spare time like this more often.”
“ And why should we?” Minho’s lips twitched, about to smile.
Taemin grinned, “ Because your stressing works are stressing. You always put up a stiff expression - yes, exactly like that - except when you touch and ravish me. So I think, it’s good thing for you to repose and pull your feet up occasionally.”
Those words shot his eyes wide, feeling so familiar.
Taemin turned his head and shyly asked, “ Do you want to play with me too, in your leisure time?”
“ She never wore skirts.”
“ Oh.. Well, okay..” Minho mumbled, had not yet recovered from the shock, “ I’d like to..”
Come to think of it, she never admitted that she was a girl at the first place. Her jawline was slightly different from most of girls..
There was something that Minho needed to confirm.
“ Taemin-ah.”
The personal assistant broke his eyes away from the flowers, “ Yes?”
“ Where were you born and where did you live after that? I know you can’t really remember about your past, but..”
Taemin’s face scrunched up, recalling his memories deeply.
“ I was born in Seoul..” he mumbled, “ but I think on the age of five? Four? I’m not really sure, but I moved away to Mokpo, and on the age of 10 I returned to Seoul and met you, then I became your personal assistant, until now. You were really an annoying spoilt brat, after your mother’s death and what.. your first love?” Taemin sarcastically reminded, feeling a bit jealous.
“ Don’t come to me! I’m not letting a stranger to touch me!”
“ But your father said I have to serve you, Young Master..”
“ Were you often called by your friends with some of girlish, feminine terms?”
Taemin snorted. “ They did, it happened after I fell down and lost most of my memories, I think I was often called like that before, too.”
“ Why are you here? It is raining.. You can catch cold..”
“ Because my job is to serve you, my Master.”
“ You lost your memories because you..”
“ According to my father, I fell down from a tree right after we moved away, so I forgot half of my childhood back then. It was ridiculous.”
“ You can’t go, okay? You won’t make me worried again, understand? I thought you were gonna leave me..”
“ I will never leave you, I’ll be by your side forever, Young Master.”
That was a wrap, Minho bursted out a laugh until he felt his stomach could not take more, tears on the corner and his nerves in cheeks pulsating, he almost could not believe this. If he had to recall everything, Taemin has a close similarity to her.
Taemin looked dumbfounded as he crashed his body to Minho’s forward, gripping Minho’s loose shirt. “ W- What? Why are you laughing?”
Minho wiped off his tears subtly and grinned after the laughter explosion. “ No.. I think I remember something.. And I won’t tell you.”
So Jonghyun has discovered this long before me, that asshole.
Taemin gave his best glare and huge pout. “ You can not!”
But Minho just slyly smirked. “ What?”
That Jonghyun..
Taemin angrily shoved Minho’s hand off him when the older tried to touch his cheek, but it only earned another laugh from him, causing Taemin redden his face and refuse to look at his lover, but when he decided to turn away, the bright sunlight greeted him and Taemin soon forgot about his anger, looking back at the young master with a happy smile on his lips.
“ Look! The sky is so clear! Today must be a really good day, don’t you think?”
Minho smiled - but this time it was not really because he agreed with Taemin, well yes the sky was so clear and sunny, but he thought of something else.
Because Taemin’s smile fitted perfectly with the bright sunlight, which had enlighted Minho’s world even in the darkness.
“ Yes..” Minho laughed, drawing the smaller male closer to his body, enveloping him with a warm hug and showering Taemin with light kisses from his chin, up to his lips, cheeks, nose, eyes, forehead, and back to his lips again, “ And I love you.”
A crimson red stained Taemin’s round cheeks once again, nonetheless he replied shyly, “ Me too. I’m happy to be with you, Minho.”
Things only left are, I just need to smack Jonghyun, he’s so dead.
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“ I told you! I don’t love Taemin - I lied, I liked him a little but it was only because he is so cute! - Ouch fuck that stings! - I only love that ‘little girl’, our first love! Yes I know ‘she’ was actually Taemin but it’s not my fault if you didn’t realize it! Stop smacking me, Minho! I didn’t do anything! I’m clean! Minho, stop assaulting my feet and stepping on them! Yours are two inches bigger than mine, dammit!”