Yes, My Master II - 05
Title: Yes, My Master II - 05
Author: Ahra
Rating: PG-13 - NC-17
Pairing: 2min
Genre: AU
Summary: Lee Taemin had gone back into the Choi Residence as the personal assistant and the young master's lover, and began living his old life and routine back when, one by one, he had to come up with everything that had been waiting for him for so long.
a/n: OH GOD I am fucking sorry I just realized the mistake I made on ch4, Krystal has been supposedly given a role as the main chef but I inserted her as a bully.. wtf I think my mind hasn’t been synchronized for quite a while time =____= I’ve fixed it, though ;~;
A guy with a raven hair dangling across his nape loosely stopped a few meters away from a small crowd at behind the university building. A frown crossed his small face as he observed it thoroughly, making his companion stop and turn his head. “ What’s wrong?”
“ That’s,” the raven-haired guy pointed at the crowd thoughtfully, “ A bully?”
The male in chocolate brown locks narrowed his eyes, lifting his hat a bit. “ Seemingly, it is,” he answered, “ Your Highness, may I go back to the car so I can pick you up right in front of the gate?”
“ Yeah, sure.”
But the raven-haired guy didn’t leave the place immediately, moreover when the oppressed one hollered in a voice filled with anger.
“Who do you think you are giving me stupid orders like that! Am I gonna be scared of your tantrums? Your wish! And besides, I only obey Minho, because he is my lord, my only young master that I love! Hell I would do fucking shit you just told me!”
Hearing the shriek of reciprocal, he was awed upon the fact that, the oppressed fought back and words jumbled out arbitrarily.
As if it hadn’t ended yet in surprising him, now a quite tall man, around on the same height with him, came into the scene - but this time, there was an obvious slight smirk over his face and the male yanked the poor oppressed who was in the fact, a very beautiful slender man. The male’s haircut was not too short and it was brown, his body was strong built and his big eyes pierced the soul of the bullies until the deepest.
“ Lee Taemin is my property, anything about him concerns me, no one can densely, carelessly touch him - and whoever tries to harm him, I’ll never let them off easily,because he is my lover.”
The raven-haired man, as a spectator, jumped into a conclusion that, both the savior and bullied-male were dating. The way that jock saved and held the other one’s hand protectively, hinted the intimacy and bond between them. As they pulled away themselves from the small huddle and suddenly, there were two companions stuttering behind them, looking all surprised, mixed with awe and proud. The first guy was shorter, with dark brown hair and strong feature like a somewhat dinosaur, and the other one was the taller version yet his swarthy hair was cropped short, scurrying forward to catch them up.
As their figures dissolved from his sight, he stood upright in bewilderment, eyes following them until the four hopped into a Koenigsegg Agera R and sped away.
When he heard their names - the oppressed and his savior - the raven-haired man could not hide a surprise in his heart.
He had just yet transferred into this college, and he had found the people he had been looking for.
Even so, he didn’t confute the fact that, the spectacle he watched was attracting him.
“ They are..” he mumbled, “ amusing..”
.
.
.
The next morning Taemin was having a tough time in trying his best to stand up and walk casually after the rough fucking for the entire night just because Minho didn’t let him slip off easily. Actually the pale beauty had no idea of what that made Minho turn out to be a sex craved beast, although he tried to ask, but his words were muffled perfectly with a pair of the soft lips crashing against his.
Taemin cringed as the pain stung in his ass, legs collapsing onto the floors and Taemin almost wanted to give up, but he just could not, unless they intended to skip classes today, and Taemin refused it. Today was his second day in the college; he could not break the rules, and then get stamped as another badass.
There were a stack of papers and the personal assistant immediately remembered that he had some works to do, papers to look through. Taemin groaned unhappily since last night he wasn’t able to do his job because there were too many distractions - right. Minho had to take some responsible if he didn’t manage to finish up his work within two hours. He thanked anyone mentally who had scheduled afternoon classes today so at least he had some time left to do something productive.
He dragged his feet laboriously towards the desk and started checking the papers, giving each a tick if it passed from any gaffe. If there were any, he would give a note and encircle some parts that had to be checked over by Minho.
The last thing was resuming the reports arriving since the past week so it’d be easier for Minho to read over.
“ Han Chaeyoung submitting a proposal to enlarge the furniture business.. Song Minsoon putting forward a request to be transferred to Switzerland.. God, why the hell hasn’t Young Master checked the reports? They look seriously important..” Taemin grunted, and when his fingers skillfully sorted the papers in the middle, his face scrunched.
“ Jin Hyunjin.. his report about a land and real estate..” he mumbled, “ I didn’t know Minho has taken interest for expanding the company in this venture too. So many things for these three years I have to catch up..” Then Taemin’s eyes trailed down reading the last paragraph and his eyes bugged out, almost dropping from their sockets, as he read the places and also, the price range. “ A land in New York City? What the fuck - 15 USD per square meter? Also, a real estate in Monte Carlo - if I recall this correctly then this is the one of the most luxurious real estates in the world, how can the plutocrats always spend their money on something I never can imagine?” Taemin whined and hurriedly stuffed back the papers into the drawer. The personal assistant blew out a sigh of his parted lips and went back to tell Krystal to prepare the young master’s lunch. The main chef only rolled her eyes knowing Taemin’s walk was kind of limping and it wasn’t a surprise at all. She was walking past the young master’s room and suddenly a soft moan - not the deep one - was heard. Of course, Krystal felt a red tint creeping up in her cheeks and decided to get off immediately.
“ Yeah, sure, Assistant Taemin,” Krystal laughed sarcastically, “ Anything to make Milord Minho feel energized again with my cook - he sure needs it, since his energy has completely drained from what I eavesdropped accidentally yesterday.”
Taemin wished there would be a hole to swallow the shit and him entirely up and escaped to the North Pole.
All he could do was coughing awkwardly and put on his best, cutest smile although deep inside his heart, he knew it would not work out on Krystal.
The main chef put a spoon on her shoulder playfully and her other free hand pointed at Taemin. “ If you think that none of us in this residence gets no idea of what’s been happening in his room, then you are totally wrong,” she stated, “ Ever since Milord Minho’s declaration on the National TV, telling whole South Korea about your relationship and how you should wait for him, then he would pick you up one day, everyone has figured it out that you’ve been starting going out with Milord.. until now.”
“ And.. the matter is?”
“ Well, you got back and suddenly Milord forced you to sleep with him almost every single night.. don’t you think it’s obvious? Although it’s quite cute too.”
Don’t tell me Krystal is shipping us - Good fucking God.
“ The maids, the waiters, and even Butler Eli have approved you two, including,” Krystal smiled sweetly, “ Me.”
I’ve never wanted to die early before, like this.
“ Now I’ll make the breakfast for him and also you,” the main chef clapped her hands altogether and smirked, “ If you ask me why, it’s because you are officially his future spouse.”
“ Uh.. Thanks, Krystal,” Taemin almost didn’t comprehend about things happened insanely in this residence, but apparently everyone here had accepted the future which Taemin more likely would be their new master. “ I just.. didn’t know that you all also watched the impressions and..”
Krystal snorted, as if it were the most obvious fact ever. “ Even some parts in this world had watched how the youngest president of Choi Company declared his love towards someone.”
Fuck.
“ … I am going to wake him up.”
“ Don’t make out in this early morning,” Krystal’s face broke a grin, “ He fucks you every night, doesn’t he? Also, last night, I bet your ass now is very sore and - “
“ No. Explanation. Please.”
And Krystal just laughed, getting back in her work.
“ Young Master.. Wake up..”
But the taller male only squirmed, half sleepy and going back to sleep. The personal assistant huffed and went back shaking the broad body rather harshly. “ Seriously, if you don’t - “
“ I will only wake up,” suddenly the male in his bed murmured, “ if you give me a morning kiss.”
Taemin’s face blushed, but what to do anyway? He leaned in carefully, cleaving apart the messy fringes and kissing the soft lips - yet all he got was being pulled forwards and thrown onto the mattress, he was underneath the strong body and had no slit to escape.
The young president had somewhat creepy grin crossed over his perfect sculptured face, and seduced, “ How about another round of fucking?”
This pervert -
Taemin’s hand reached out something, and Minho’s eyes googled, shrieking,
“ FUCK, THE PAPER--- OUCH DAMN IT!”
.
.
.
“ My paperfan is completely my weapon,” The pale beauty glared at the man rubbing his swollen forehead, who barked, “ What’s so wrong of wanting my morning - okay, T, that’s fucking enough.”
Taemin’s face was as red as tomato, holding his dreadful, glorious paperfan, ready to smack his part of soul alive.
Krystal chortled while her hands expertly were dishing up the breakfast for the couple. “ I told you, Personal Assistant Taemin. My prediction never fails.”
“ True, thanks, K,” Taemin growled, which was completely ignored by the main chef.
Then Butler Eli walked in, calling the young master politely. Minho stopped his eat and tilted, “ what’s it?”
“ Sir Hyunjin wants to see you.”
“ Is he already here?”
“ Yes. He is afraid if he has interrupted your breakfast time so he said he wanted to wait at the outside.”
Minho shrugged. “ Tell him that he can see me now.”
“ Yes, My Milord.”
Three minutes later, a sound of knocking was heard and Minho answered the knocker to come in. Then the door was flung open, revealing a figure of tall man with long, chocolate brown hair and high-boned cheeks. His height was taller by three centimeters than Minho. He wore a delicate glasses and smiled as his greet. “ Good morning, President. I apologize for interrupting your precious time.”
Minho shook his head and smiled back. “ No need. What’s it, Sir Hyunjin?”
“ Oh, regarding my visit, I’d like to discuss about my report I had left to Butler Eli yesterday.”
The young president wiggled his eyebrows. “ About the land and also the real estate we’re gonna purchase? Sure. Taemin, have you sorted the papers?”
“ I have,” Taemin replied, remembering where he had put the papers, “ Let me take them.”
“ Wait, Taemin-ah,” Minho stifled the personal assistant who finally turned his head, looking confused. “ Yes, Young Master?”
The Hyunjin guy seemingly looked surprised with the term Taemin used for Minho.
“ I want you to meet our new man who has been working for us since last summer, about three months ago, Jin Hyunjin,” Minho introduced the pale beauty and tapped him friendly, “ Sir Hyunjin, this is my personal assistant, Lee Taemin, who always lends me his hand for helping me in my work and daily life, also he is my lover.”
Taemin hadn’t gotten used with this kind of introduction as the young master’s boyfriend etc, but he gave a sheer of smile anyway and bowed slightly, which was replied with the exactly same action from the other.
The slender male observed the new guy through his long eyelashes carefully. Sir Hyunjin got a quite perfect figure, not as good as Minho because his body wasn’t as built as the young master, but his body that towered up and brown locks which shone under the sunlight, gave Taemin an impression that this guy actually could be the next-hot-model.
“ Nice to meet you, Assistant Taemin.”
“ Uh? Yeah...” Apparently Taemin was slapped back into the reality and blinked thrice, forcing an awkward grin, “ Nice to meet you too, Sir.”
It seemed that Jin Hyunjin was too good to work as an employee, based off Taemin’s opinion.
.
.
.
“ What’s taking you so long? Let’s go!” Jonghyun’s shout sounded annoyed since he had to wait the couple for fifteen minutes late, and Taemin quickly apologized sincerely, knowing that Jonghyun had no power to resist him. Then it was settled with Jonghyun ruffling Taemin affectionately and Minho kicking Jonghyun’s leg to shove his hand off Taemin. Joon surreptitiously laughed which earned a glare from the shorter secret fighter, so Joon thought it was better if he pretended to be innocent.
They stepped into Minho’s Lamborghini Reventon and the luxurious vehicle took about ten minutes to drive to the university. Once they pulled up in front of the gate, everyone gave the same reaction like anticipating the four people’s arrival (Jonghyun and Joon’s hotness became a well topic and it was printed on the university’s wall magazine; The Fame) and their mouths dropped again in appreciation as the awaited group came out of the expensive car, and different reactions alternately reverberated in the flock.
Minho and Taemin sighed, it was only their second day going to the school as a couple and yet the given response was really this predictable.
“ See?! I told you - he is the person Minho meant in the impressions aired by National Television Station three years ago!”
… but this time was quite off Taemin’s prediction, and his cheeks turned pink - Krystal, that bastard.. but she was right, Taemin whined mentally.
Although actually his adorable expression put up more and more savageries wanting to devour that cuteness - and sadly, the protective lover detected it rather too quickly, gritting his teeth to give the ‘bodyguards’ a signal. Both Jonghyun and Joon came forward with fists in the air.
The insane fanboys quietly beckoned one another to back off.
The fighters hurriedly gave the couple an access to leave the crowd and Minho protectively wrapped his arms around his boyfriend, leading him to a safer place. They could hear the silent protests under the fanboys’ breath and Minho glared at them one by one, as an understatement that he never gave empty threats, which scared the fuck of their life.
Minho loosened his embrace once they managed to pull away from the flock. Taemin puffed his cheeks and grumbled if only he could make a day without gadflies everywhere, not realizing that the others were already near the front door.
“ The class is about to start!” Minho exclaimed, “ Hurry!”
“ Ah, sure - “ but when Taemin was about to take long strides, he bumped into a man who was taller than him, which shocked the other three. Taemin winced and rubbed his temple. “ That hurts..” he mumbled.
“ Are you okay?”
Taemin looked up and he was a bit stunned with the male’s appearance in front of him.
The taller man gave a gentle smile and helped Taemin to stand upright. “ You should be more careful.”
“ Yeah..” Taemin sheepishly grinned, “ I’m sorry..”
“ Sulhu! Is there something wrong?!”
The man that bumped into Taemin looked at his friends and shouted back, “ Nothing!” then he bowed his head slightly, saying, “ I must go now. Later!”
Taemin’s eyes followed to where the tall man had gone, and wondered how could a man have such a soupy raven hair, yet seemed so shiny under the sun?
“ Taemin, dear, are you hurt?” Minho approached him with a worry look on his face. Taemin giggled and shook his head, wrapping his arms around Minho’s neck. “ No. It was my fault and I’ve apologized too to him.”
“ Really, you can be so clumsy sometimes,” Minho sighed; nonetheless he kissed Taemin’s cheek and moved down to reach the red lips, causing Taemin to blush. Minho knew too well how to please his lover in the perfect time.
But that was one of thousand reasons, why Taemin loved him, which could not be described in any words.
“ Come on.”
Taemin glanced at the backside, but he shrugged little and entwined his fingers into the space between Minho’s as they went in, catching up the two fighters forthwith.
2nd a/n: somehow i've been thinking to write this series in a different style from what i had tried on its first season, maybe i'll add some of funny and fluffy chapters while slowly it reaches the main point of the story i have in the store ;D so (maybe) the 2nd season will last longer than the 1st season. I haven't decided anything, though~ :D
p.s: Sulhu is the maknae of X-5 <3 I write him imagining his look during the teaser concept for Xenos :D
Lamborghini Reventon:
Author: Ahra
Rating: PG-13 - NC-17
Pairing: 2min
Genre: AU
Summary: Lee Taemin had gone back into the Choi Residence as the personal assistant and the young master's lover, and began living his old life and routine back when, one by one, he had to come up with everything that had been waiting for him for so long.
a/n: OH GOD I am fucking sorry I just realized the mistake I made on ch4, Krystal has been supposedly given a role as the main chef but I inserted her as a bully.. wtf I think my mind hasn’t been synchronized for quite a while time =____= I’ve fixed it, though ;~;
A guy with a raven hair dangling across his nape loosely stopped a few meters away from a small crowd at behind the university building. A frown crossed his small face as he observed it thoroughly, making his companion stop and turn his head. “ What’s wrong?”
“ That’s,” the raven-haired guy pointed at the crowd thoughtfully, “ A bully?”
The male in chocolate brown locks narrowed his eyes, lifting his hat a bit. “ Seemingly, it is,” he answered, “ Your Highness, may I go back to the car so I can pick you up right in front of the gate?”
“ Yeah, sure.”
But the raven-haired guy didn’t leave the place immediately, moreover when the oppressed one hollered in a voice filled with anger.
“Who do you think you are giving me stupid orders like that! Am I gonna be scared of your tantrums? Your wish! And besides, I only obey Minho, because he is my lord, my only young master that I love! Hell I would do fucking shit you just told me!”
Hearing the shriek of reciprocal, he was awed upon the fact that, the oppressed fought back and words jumbled out arbitrarily.
As if it hadn’t ended yet in surprising him, now a quite tall man, around on the same height with him, came into the scene - but this time, there was an obvious slight smirk over his face and the male yanked the poor oppressed who was in the fact, a very beautiful slender man. The male’s haircut was not too short and it was brown, his body was strong built and his big eyes pierced the soul of the bullies until the deepest.
“ Lee Taemin is my property, anything about him concerns me, no one can densely, carelessly touch him - and whoever tries to harm him, I’ll never let them off easily,because he is my lover.”
The raven-haired man, as a spectator, jumped into a conclusion that, both the savior and bullied-male were dating. The way that jock saved and held the other one’s hand protectively, hinted the intimacy and bond between them. As they pulled away themselves from the small huddle and suddenly, there were two companions stuttering behind them, looking all surprised, mixed with awe and proud. The first guy was shorter, with dark brown hair and strong feature like a somewhat dinosaur, and the other one was the taller version yet his swarthy hair was cropped short, scurrying forward to catch them up.
As their figures dissolved from his sight, he stood upright in bewilderment, eyes following them until the four hopped into a Koenigsegg Agera R and sped away.
When he heard their names - the oppressed and his savior - the raven-haired man could not hide a surprise in his heart.
He had just yet transferred into this college, and he had found the people he had been looking for.
Even so, he didn’t confute the fact that, the spectacle he watched was attracting him.
“ They are..” he mumbled, “ amusing..”
.
.
.
The next morning Taemin was having a tough time in trying his best to stand up and walk casually after the rough fucking for the entire night just because Minho didn’t let him slip off easily. Actually the pale beauty had no idea of what that made Minho turn out to be a sex craved beast, although he tried to ask, but his words were muffled perfectly with a pair of the soft lips crashing against his.
Taemin cringed as the pain stung in his ass, legs collapsing onto the floors and Taemin almost wanted to give up, but he just could not, unless they intended to skip classes today, and Taemin refused it. Today was his second day in the college; he could not break the rules, and then get stamped as another badass.
There were a stack of papers and the personal assistant immediately remembered that he had some works to do, papers to look through. Taemin groaned unhappily since last night he wasn’t able to do his job because there were too many distractions - right. Minho had to take some responsible if he didn’t manage to finish up his work within two hours. He thanked anyone mentally who had scheduled afternoon classes today so at least he had some time left to do something productive.
He dragged his feet laboriously towards the desk and started checking the papers, giving each a tick if it passed from any gaffe. If there were any, he would give a note and encircle some parts that had to be checked over by Minho.
The last thing was resuming the reports arriving since the past week so it’d be easier for Minho to read over.
“ Han Chaeyoung submitting a proposal to enlarge the furniture business.. Song Minsoon putting forward a request to be transferred to Switzerland.. God, why the hell hasn’t Young Master checked the reports? They look seriously important..” Taemin grunted, and when his fingers skillfully sorted the papers in the middle, his face scrunched.
“ Jin Hyunjin.. his report about a land and real estate..” he mumbled, “ I didn’t know Minho has taken interest for expanding the company in this venture too. So many things for these three years I have to catch up..” Then Taemin’s eyes trailed down reading the last paragraph and his eyes bugged out, almost dropping from their sockets, as he read the places and also, the price range. “ A land in New York City? What the fuck - 15 USD per square meter? Also, a real estate in Monte Carlo - if I recall this correctly then this is the one of the most luxurious real estates in the world, how can the plutocrats always spend their money on something I never can imagine?” Taemin whined and hurriedly stuffed back the papers into the drawer. The personal assistant blew out a sigh of his parted lips and went back to tell Krystal to prepare the young master’s lunch. The main chef only rolled her eyes knowing Taemin’s walk was kind of limping and it wasn’t a surprise at all. She was walking past the young master’s room and suddenly a soft moan - not the deep one - was heard. Of course, Krystal felt a red tint creeping up in her cheeks and decided to get off immediately.
“ Yeah, sure, Assistant Taemin,” Krystal laughed sarcastically, “ Anything to make Milord Minho feel energized again with my cook - he sure needs it, since his energy has completely drained from what I eavesdropped accidentally yesterday.”
Taemin wished there would be a hole to swallow the shit and him entirely up and escaped to the North Pole.
All he could do was coughing awkwardly and put on his best, cutest smile although deep inside his heart, he knew it would not work out on Krystal.
The main chef put a spoon on her shoulder playfully and her other free hand pointed at Taemin. “ If you think that none of us in this residence gets no idea of what’s been happening in his room, then you are totally wrong,” she stated, “ Ever since Milord Minho’s declaration on the National TV, telling whole South Korea about your relationship and how you should wait for him, then he would pick you up one day, everyone has figured it out that you’ve been starting going out with Milord.. until now.”
“ And.. the matter is?”
“ Well, you got back and suddenly Milord forced you to sleep with him almost every single night.. don’t you think it’s obvious? Although it’s quite cute too.”
Don’t tell me Krystal is shipping us - Good fucking God.
“ The maids, the waiters, and even Butler Eli have approved you two, including,” Krystal smiled sweetly, “ Me.”
I’ve never wanted to die early before, like this.
“ Now I’ll make the breakfast for him and also you,” the main chef clapped her hands altogether and smirked, “ If you ask me why, it’s because you are officially his future spouse.”
“ Uh.. Thanks, Krystal,” Taemin almost didn’t comprehend about things happened insanely in this residence, but apparently everyone here had accepted the future which Taemin more likely would be their new master. “ I just.. didn’t know that you all also watched the impressions and..”
Krystal snorted, as if it were the most obvious fact ever. “ Even some parts in this world had watched how the youngest president of Choi Company declared his love towards someone.”
Fuck.
“ … I am going to wake him up.”
“ Don’t make out in this early morning,” Krystal’s face broke a grin, “ He fucks you every night, doesn’t he? Also, last night, I bet your ass now is very sore and - “
“ No. Explanation. Please.”
And Krystal just laughed, getting back in her work.
“ Young Master.. Wake up..”
But the taller male only squirmed, half sleepy and going back to sleep. The personal assistant huffed and went back shaking the broad body rather harshly. “ Seriously, if you don’t - “
“ I will only wake up,” suddenly the male in his bed murmured, “ if you give me a morning kiss.”
Taemin’s face blushed, but what to do anyway? He leaned in carefully, cleaving apart the messy fringes and kissing the soft lips - yet all he got was being pulled forwards and thrown onto the mattress, he was underneath the strong body and had no slit to escape.
The young president had somewhat creepy grin crossed over his perfect sculptured face, and seduced, “ How about another round of fucking?”
This pervert -
Taemin’s hand reached out something, and Minho’s eyes googled, shrieking,
“ FUCK, THE PAPER--- OUCH DAMN IT!”
.
.
.
“ My paperfan is completely my weapon,” The pale beauty glared at the man rubbing his swollen forehead, who barked, “ What’s so wrong of wanting my morning - okay, T, that’s fucking enough.”
Taemin’s face was as red as tomato, holding his dreadful, glorious paperfan, ready to smack his part of soul alive.
Krystal chortled while her hands expertly were dishing up the breakfast for the couple. “ I told you, Personal Assistant Taemin. My prediction never fails.”
“ True, thanks, K,” Taemin growled, which was completely ignored by the main chef.
Then Butler Eli walked in, calling the young master politely. Minho stopped his eat and tilted, “ what’s it?”
“ Sir Hyunjin wants to see you.”
“ Is he already here?”
“ Yes. He is afraid if he has interrupted your breakfast time so he said he wanted to wait at the outside.”
Minho shrugged. “ Tell him that he can see me now.”
“ Yes, My Milord.”
Three minutes later, a sound of knocking was heard and Minho answered the knocker to come in. Then the door was flung open, revealing a figure of tall man with long, chocolate brown hair and high-boned cheeks. His height was taller by three centimeters than Minho. He wore a delicate glasses and smiled as his greet. “ Good morning, President. I apologize for interrupting your precious time.”
Minho shook his head and smiled back. “ No need. What’s it, Sir Hyunjin?”
“ Oh, regarding my visit, I’d like to discuss about my report I had left to Butler Eli yesterday.”
The young president wiggled his eyebrows. “ About the land and also the real estate we’re gonna purchase? Sure. Taemin, have you sorted the papers?”
“ I have,” Taemin replied, remembering where he had put the papers, “ Let me take them.”
“ Wait, Taemin-ah,” Minho stifled the personal assistant who finally turned his head, looking confused. “ Yes, Young Master?”
The Hyunjin guy seemingly looked surprised with the term Taemin used for Minho.
“ I want you to meet our new man who has been working for us since last summer, about three months ago, Jin Hyunjin,” Minho introduced the pale beauty and tapped him friendly, “ Sir Hyunjin, this is my personal assistant, Lee Taemin, who always lends me his hand for helping me in my work and daily life, also he is my lover.”
Taemin hadn’t gotten used with this kind of introduction as the young master’s boyfriend etc, but he gave a sheer of smile anyway and bowed slightly, which was replied with the exactly same action from the other.
The slender male observed the new guy through his long eyelashes carefully. Sir Hyunjin got a quite perfect figure, not as good as Minho because his body wasn’t as built as the young master, but his body that towered up and brown locks which shone under the sunlight, gave Taemin an impression that this guy actually could be the next-hot-model.
“ Nice to meet you, Assistant Taemin.”
“ Uh? Yeah...” Apparently Taemin was slapped back into the reality and blinked thrice, forcing an awkward grin, “ Nice to meet you too, Sir.”
It seemed that Jin Hyunjin was too good to work as an employee, based off Taemin’s opinion.
.
.
.
“ What’s taking you so long? Let’s go!” Jonghyun’s shout sounded annoyed since he had to wait the couple for fifteen minutes late, and Taemin quickly apologized sincerely, knowing that Jonghyun had no power to resist him. Then it was settled with Jonghyun ruffling Taemin affectionately and Minho kicking Jonghyun’s leg to shove his hand off Taemin. Joon surreptitiously laughed which earned a glare from the shorter secret fighter, so Joon thought it was better if he pretended to be innocent.
They stepped into Minho’s Lamborghini Reventon and the luxurious vehicle took about ten minutes to drive to the university. Once they pulled up in front of the gate, everyone gave the same reaction like anticipating the four people’s arrival (Jonghyun and Joon’s hotness became a well topic and it was printed on the university’s wall magazine; The Fame) and their mouths dropped again in appreciation as the awaited group came out of the expensive car, and different reactions alternately reverberated in the flock.
Minho and Taemin sighed, it was only their second day going to the school as a couple and yet the given response was really this predictable.
“ See?! I told you - he is the person Minho meant in the impressions aired by National Television Station three years ago!”
… but this time was quite off Taemin’s prediction, and his cheeks turned pink - Krystal, that bastard.. but she was right, Taemin whined mentally.
Although actually his adorable expression put up more and more savageries wanting to devour that cuteness - and sadly, the protective lover detected it rather too quickly, gritting his teeth to give the ‘bodyguards’ a signal. Both Jonghyun and Joon came forward with fists in the air.
The insane fanboys quietly beckoned one another to back off.
The fighters hurriedly gave the couple an access to leave the crowd and Minho protectively wrapped his arms around his boyfriend, leading him to a safer place. They could hear the silent protests under the fanboys’ breath and Minho glared at them one by one, as an understatement that he never gave empty threats, which scared the fuck of their life.
Minho loosened his embrace once they managed to pull away from the flock. Taemin puffed his cheeks and grumbled if only he could make a day without gadflies everywhere, not realizing that the others were already near the front door.
“ The class is about to start!” Minho exclaimed, “ Hurry!”
“ Ah, sure - “ but when Taemin was about to take long strides, he bumped into a man who was taller than him, which shocked the other three. Taemin winced and rubbed his temple. “ That hurts..” he mumbled.
“ Are you okay?”
Taemin looked up and he was a bit stunned with the male’s appearance in front of him.
The taller man gave a gentle smile and helped Taemin to stand upright. “ You should be more careful.”
“ Yeah..” Taemin sheepishly grinned, “ I’m sorry..”
“ Sulhu! Is there something wrong?!”
The man that bumped into Taemin looked at his friends and shouted back, “ Nothing!” then he bowed his head slightly, saying, “ I must go now. Later!”
Taemin’s eyes followed to where the tall man had gone, and wondered how could a man have such a soupy raven hair, yet seemed so shiny under the sun?
“ Taemin, dear, are you hurt?” Minho approached him with a worry look on his face. Taemin giggled and shook his head, wrapping his arms around Minho’s neck. “ No. It was my fault and I’ve apologized too to him.”
“ Really, you can be so clumsy sometimes,” Minho sighed; nonetheless he kissed Taemin’s cheek and moved down to reach the red lips, causing Taemin to blush. Minho knew too well how to please his lover in the perfect time.
But that was one of thousand reasons, why Taemin loved him, which could not be described in any words.
“ Come on.”
Taemin glanced at the backside, but he shrugged little and entwined his fingers into the space between Minho’s as they went in, catching up the two fighters forthwith.
2nd a/n: somehow i've been thinking to write this series in a different style from what i had tried on its first season, maybe i'll add some of funny and fluffy chapters while slowly it reaches the main point of the story i have in the store ;D so (maybe) the 2nd season will last longer than the 1st season. I haven't decided anything, though~ :D
p.s: Sulhu is the maknae of X-5 <3 I write him imagining his look during the teaser concept for Xenos :D
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