Yes, My Master II - 07
Title: Yes, My Master II - 07
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.
“ So everyone here is coming to the class. Good thing then.”
Whispers and chitchats started swirling around in the air after the lecturer done checking the absence. They stole glances, some boys fixed their eyes on someone too as they spoke in tiny voice.
Of course as for the boys’ prey, it was none other than Lee Taemin. His gorgeous appearance that was standing out in the class, once again, shone brightly as if there was no flaw incised even little. But still, there was something different that framed Taemin’s drop dead sinfully beautiful face.
He looked so damn exhausted.
Some girls approached Taemin and asked what was wrong with him, which was replied sweetly along with a toothy cute grin, that he was looking after a big baby for almost whole day straight and the next morning the baby cried so hard that made Taemin and Minho lose their sanity.
Also, on the other hand, the reply was causing a shock since they never thought; Minho and Taemin were actually living together.
They knew that Taemin was also working as Minho’s personal assistant. Lucky things stuffed the young president’s world, perhaps.
And now then when Taemin’s sexy watchdog that was known better as Kim Jonghyun made his way to Taemin, patting the sinful beauty’s shoulder tenderly. “ What’s wrong? Your face is falling. It’s not pretty.”
Taemin pouted. “ Key Hyung just picked up Yoogeun this morning after finally frantic, tiring day. Yesterday Minho was being such a stupid too.”
“ And what made him so?”
“ He was jealous,” Taemin stopped dramatically, narrowing his pretty slanted eyes, “ of Yoogeun.”
Jonghyun smiled.
So I was right.
.
.
.
A sound of door knocked diverted Butler Eli’s attention from his job in putting the cushions in order. He slipped the rubber gloves off his hands and pulled the door open. A tall, sturdy figure was towering up before the door, the stilted face that never changed, greeted Butler Eli in such a bright morning. Butler Eli sent his best smile to the guest. “ Good Morning, Sir Hyunjin. Can I help you? The young master isn’t here currently.”
“ I know,” Hyunjin’s curt eyes swept all over the living room inside and replied as handed over a piece of paper to Butler Eli, “ I just want to make sure that I have to give this letter about the information of the coffee packages have just arrived right from Mexico.”
“ I see,” Butler Eli stared at the nicely folded paper, “ I’ll give this to my milord as soon as he comes home. And oh, about the land and real estate, any satisfying progress happens?”
“ I think that so far, Choi Company has gained attention much more from all over the world for our decision to purchase them,” Hyunjin explained, “ The only thing I am concerned about is whether there will be a company coming up to the surface as a rival in chime.”
“ That’s your main aim, to maintain the business Choi Company is running,” Butler Eli laughed, “ and prevent the whatnot.”
Hyunjin didn’t answer, only nodding in approval yet he looked like he was contemplating about something. Butler Eli tilted in confuse. “ What’s wrong?”
“ Nothing,” Hyunjin shook his head, “ The meeting to discuss about our further step is going to be held in San Francisco tomorrow. Tell the president that he should attend the meeting since the heads of some exclusive companies are going to come, even though I need to apologize that he has such an important meeting whereas he gets a lot of works to do.”
Butler Eli shrugged. “ I don’t know, though I am one hundred percent sure that Assistant Taemin is going to work them out, somehow. He won’t be called as the young master’s personal confidant for nothing.”
“ Aren’t they dating?”
Hyunjin’s question popped a sincere, gentle smile across Butler Eli’s mild expression.
“ Lee Taemin is milord’s everything.”
The tallest male between them drooped his shoulder, looking away and locking his gaze on the bill of shipping cost for the coffee packages in Butler Eli’s fisted hand.
“ I know.”
.
.
.
“ Young Master.. we.. can’t..”
Minho smirked against the sensitive earlobe that had turned into pink, hand roaming all over Taemin’s naked chest while the other one supported the beautiful male’s shoulder, fingers tracing down to pinch the perk nipple. Taemin shuddered and writhed a moan, a bulge coming back to life in his tight pants. They were inside a cubicle on the second floor and before Taemin could prevent anything to happen, Minho had pulled Taemin forcefully and the young male was now under Minho’s strong arms, jerking his body shamelessly to feel more Minho’s touch, yet his mouth voiced out that it should not have been like this.
The young president tilted Taemin’s face upwards and forced him to look back, mashing the juicy lips with his own. Taemin gasped, eyes shutting close tight, hands drooping slowly and at the end he finally gave in. Taemin felt Minho’s smile of triumph as he pinned Taemin’s wrist above his head, devouring the white skin that invited to be kissed and licked.
“ Just give it up,” Minho chuckled seductively, there was a mix of confidence and lust laced under the deep voice. “ You can never resist me. Admit it.”
Taemin’s breath hitched. He knew he had lost.
“ So, looking at the red marks.. they are probably the lovebites from intense making out session when you were out of my sight.”
After Jonghyun jumped into a precise surmise, Taemin’s cheeks became vivid crimson red and Key fanned himself with his palm to distract himself, Jinki puffing in cheeks as an attempt in holding back his laughter seeing the youngest’s innocent reaction. Minho shot a ‘well-you-know-that-so-why-ask’ glare and scornfully yelled, “ Cut it out, Jonghyun!” and the secret fighter snickered happily. Jinki’s teacher lounge was perfect for the conversation among them since no one will eavesdrop stuffs they were talking about, nor Jonghyun’s satisfied chortle.
“ Oh My God, Milord, stop mocking me!” the pale beauty whined and Jonghyun immediately chewed back his laugh yet his lips still trembled due to the tingling feeling in his cheeks. Taemin rolled his eyes and observed the people one by one, only came to realize that Joon wasn’t present to accompany Minho.
“ Did Joon leave earlier?”
“ Yes,” Minho answered, crossing his hands over his chest. “ I told him to meet Eli because apparently Hyunjin left something like a letter and also a message about flying to San Francisco.”
Taemin elegantly raised his brow. “ When?”
“ Tomorrow,” Minho grunted, “ I asked Joon to get further details. I am not even interested to give a speech about the company’s future plan! As if I am going to lecture the executive presidents!”
“ Isn’t San Francisco quite nice?” Taemin frowned, “ You can spend some time in there?”
“ I..” Minho stopped, mind proceeding something until there was a smirk coming after, making Taemin jerk in skepticism. “ Only if you come with me.”
I knew it.
.
.
.
The secret fighter, all the while, grinned like a total idiot at Taemin’s vent. “ So you finally agreed with him.”
“ He’s such a bastard - I know I am his personal assistant and also his lover but can’t he understand that next week will be full with exams and he told me to accompany him?”
“ But Taemin,” Jonghyun rubbed his forehead, “ I don’t see the problem here.”
“ And why’s that?”
“ You are just this freaking genius,” Jonghyun playfully ruffled Taemin’s bouncy auburn locks, “ My family and Minho’s are blessed with abundant ingenuity, but you are special. Perhaps that’s why we trust you so much.”
Taemin sighed. “ But that’s not the point here. He’s just a big baby who needs to be spooned everyday.”
“ Well if you let him travel alone to San Francisco, it won’t be a very big deal, yet,” Jonghyun ducked his head, “ Slutty girls will try to get your Minho’s attention.”
Taemin halted his walk immediately.
“ .. He isn’t a cheater.”
“ I don’t say he is, but can you imagine how those girls rape and undress his strong, well-built like a Greek God body with their eyes?” Jonghyun smirked, “ I bet you can’t.”
Yet Taemin didn’t respond to anything.
“ Do you still insist that Minho gets no reason to bring you along?” The secret fighter directly asked, this time he made sure he had thrown the ball perfectly. “ How’s about your truth feeling?”
Then Jonghyun counted to zero, waiting Taemin’s final answer.
“ … Still, count me in.”
Jonghyun snorted quietly.
This couple is seriously such a troublesome..
.
.
.
“ So this is the payment list for the coffee packages, huh..” Minho mumbled, scanning the thin paper that Joon gave to him after he got back from seeing Butler Eli, “ I wonder what does it taste like.. wait.”
Minho tore his viewpoint off the paper and sent a skeptical look to Taemin who looked stuffing his belongings into a backpack eagerly with determined expression on his face.
“ What has gotten into you?”
“ Nothing,” Taemin replied curtly, “ I just changed my mind. I think going with you won’t be a bad idea at all.”
“ And why’s that?”
The personal assistant didn’t reply, instead he rushed to take out a pair of pajama and tucked it in the bag. Minho, being the curious lover he was, rolled his body off the bed and snuck his hands around Taemin’s slim waist from behind, scooping him in the hug. “ You are not being your calm self,” he whispered, “ What’s wrong?”
The beautiful assistant finally stopped packing and gave up, resting his body against Minho’s upper front figure. “ Isn’t it my job to look after you?”
“ Well, you are also my personal assistant so it is part of your job,” Minho tightened his grip, “ But I think it’s not the main point here.”
Taemin sighed, stooping his little head slightly. He didn’t know from where he got such an encouragement to ask this but before he could stop himself, he already abruptly asked,
“ You only still love me, don’t you?”
Of course Minho looked surprised, something that was very unusual for Taemin to ask this. He was never a fan of ensuring romantic topics, so hearing this led Minho to know the reason. “ Sure. I’ve told you countless times, whispering to you every single night,” Minho brushed Taemin’s ear with his thick lips, feeling the boy tremble in his arms. “ So what’s it?”
“ If I follow you to everywhere, I can catch you if I want to, but will you be..” Taemin looked unsure at first, but he settled his mind right away, “ fine with it?”
Sure, Minho looked puzzled registering Taemin’s notional point in his question, until Taemin continued,
“ I also think I want to spend my time with you too..”
Minho doubled the size of his eyes, and as he finally grasped the point, he could not suppress his laugh.
This boy is just too cute.
“ W - What? Why are you laughing?!”
“ Nothing.. it’s just..” Minho smiled, wiping away the fat tear due to laughing and stroked Taemin’s rosy cheek, “ Simple things you have said to me always make me happy..”
Taemin tilted, still not yet comprehending the meaning. Minho spun the smaller boy around and cupped his face.
“ I always try to express my feelings to you with so much effort in confessing.. using so many words..” Minho giggled, “ Yet, you use so few..”
Taemin frowned. “ But I still made it past senior high school, about Korean Lesson - “
“ That’s not what I mean.. why, you’re still a kid, aren’t you..”
“ Shut up,” Taemin winced, not looking happy, “ You - “
“ I am saying that, sometimes,” Minho leaned in, “ Saying less can convey much more.”
“ Uh.. I don’t get it.”
“ Because you’re still a kid.”
“ What!” Taemin’s body shot up to struggle, but Minho silenced him with a soft, chaste kiss. “ I love you,” Minho whispered. Taemin gritted his teeth, yet still blushing upon the sudden love confession. “ Young Master, I - “
“ You are,” Minho captured Taemin’s lips once again, ignoring the fact that Taemin was lost in their kiss, “ just really too adorable.”
.
.
.
“ I got a report that Milord Minho wanted to book one more ticket for Assistant Taemin, Your Highness.”
A tall man who was sitting on his office chair dropped his pen silently, letting it roll all over the still blank white paper.
“ So they’re coming together? I see. Not surprising at all. They always stick to each other - it pisses me off.”
“ Anything that you’d like to give me an order, Your Highness?”
That man smiled gently across the telephone line, murmuring over his phone.
“ Just continue keeping your eye on them,” he answered firmly, yet his voice was somewhat calm and soft, “ I’ll take care the rest in the shadow that they won’t realize it in the near time.”
Because the time is running out, Minho.
The other person across the call drooped his head, mumbling,
“ Yes, Your Highness.”
a/n: sorry if the chapter this time is quite short! i am now experiencing the new life of 'joys' being in the college and my eyes are dropping dead now e___e i also apologize for the late update but i am here to tell you all that i am not dead n_n
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.
“ So everyone here is coming to the class. Good thing then.”
Whispers and chitchats started swirling around in the air after the lecturer done checking the absence. They stole glances, some boys fixed their eyes on someone too as they spoke in tiny voice.
Of course as for the boys’ prey, it was none other than Lee Taemin. His gorgeous appearance that was standing out in the class, once again, shone brightly as if there was no flaw incised even little. But still, there was something different that framed Taemin’s drop dead sinfully beautiful face.
He looked so damn exhausted.
Some girls approached Taemin and asked what was wrong with him, which was replied sweetly along with a toothy cute grin, that he was looking after a big baby for almost whole day straight and the next morning the baby cried so hard that made Taemin and Minho lose their sanity.
Also, on the other hand, the reply was causing a shock since they never thought; Minho and Taemin were actually living together.
They knew that Taemin was also working as Minho’s personal assistant. Lucky things stuffed the young president’s world, perhaps.
And now then when Taemin’s sexy watchdog that was known better as Kim Jonghyun made his way to Taemin, patting the sinful beauty’s shoulder tenderly. “ What’s wrong? Your face is falling. It’s not pretty.”
Taemin pouted. “ Key Hyung just picked up Yoogeun this morning after finally frantic, tiring day. Yesterday Minho was being such a stupid too.”
“ And what made him so?”
“ He was jealous,” Taemin stopped dramatically, narrowing his pretty slanted eyes, “ of Yoogeun.”
Jonghyun smiled.
So I was right.
.
.
.
A sound of door knocked diverted Butler Eli’s attention from his job in putting the cushions in order. He slipped the rubber gloves off his hands and pulled the door open. A tall, sturdy figure was towering up before the door, the stilted face that never changed, greeted Butler Eli in such a bright morning. Butler Eli sent his best smile to the guest. “ Good Morning, Sir Hyunjin. Can I help you? The young master isn’t here currently.”
“ I know,” Hyunjin’s curt eyes swept all over the living room inside and replied as handed over a piece of paper to Butler Eli, “ I just want to make sure that I have to give this letter about the information of the coffee packages have just arrived right from Mexico.”
“ I see,” Butler Eli stared at the nicely folded paper, “ I’ll give this to my milord as soon as he comes home. And oh, about the land and real estate, any satisfying progress happens?”
“ I think that so far, Choi Company has gained attention much more from all over the world for our decision to purchase them,” Hyunjin explained, “ The only thing I am concerned about is whether there will be a company coming up to the surface as a rival in chime.”
“ That’s your main aim, to maintain the business Choi Company is running,” Butler Eli laughed, “ and prevent the whatnot.”
Hyunjin didn’t answer, only nodding in approval yet he looked like he was contemplating about something. Butler Eli tilted in confuse. “ What’s wrong?”
“ Nothing,” Hyunjin shook his head, “ The meeting to discuss about our further step is going to be held in San Francisco tomorrow. Tell the president that he should attend the meeting since the heads of some exclusive companies are going to come, even though I need to apologize that he has such an important meeting whereas he gets a lot of works to do.”
Butler Eli shrugged. “ I don’t know, though I am one hundred percent sure that Assistant Taemin is going to work them out, somehow. He won’t be called as the young master’s personal confidant for nothing.”
“ Aren’t they dating?”
Hyunjin’s question popped a sincere, gentle smile across Butler Eli’s mild expression.
“ Lee Taemin is milord’s everything.”
The tallest male between them drooped his shoulder, looking away and locking his gaze on the bill of shipping cost for the coffee packages in Butler Eli’s fisted hand.
“ I know.”
.
.
.
“ Young Master.. we.. can’t..”
Minho smirked against the sensitive earlobe that had turned into pink, hand roaming all over Taemin’s naked chest while the other one supported the beautiful male’s shoulder, fingers tracing down to pinch the perk nipple. Taemin shuddered and writhed a moan, a bulge coming back to life in his tight pants. They were inside a cubicle on the second floor and before Taemin could prevent anything to happen, Minho had pulled Taemin forcefully and the young male was now under Minho’s strong arms, jerking his body shamelessly to feel more Minho’s touch, yet his mouth voiced out that it should not have been like this.
The young president tilted Taemin’s face upwards and forced him to look back, mashing the juicy lips with his own. Taemin gasped, eyes shutting close tight, hands drooping slowly and at the end he finally gave in. Taemin felt Minho’s smile of triumph as he pinned Taemin’s wrist above his head, devouring the white skin that invited to be kissed and licked.
“ Just give it up,” Minho chuckled seductively, there was a mix of confidence and lust laced under the deep voice. “ You can never resist me. Admit it.”
Taemin’s breath hitched. He knew he had lost.
“ So, looking at the red marks.. they are probably the lovebites from intense making out session when you were out of my sight.”
After Jonghyun jumped into a precise surmise, Taemin’s cheeks became vivid crimson red and Key fanned himself with his palm to distract himself, Jinki puffing in cheeks as an attempt in holding back his laughter seeing the youngest’s innocent reaction. Minho shot a ‘well-you-know-that-so-why-ask’ glare and scornfully yelled, “ Cut it out, Jonghyun!” and the secret fighter snickered happily. Jinki’s teacher lounge was perfect for the conversation among them since no one will eavesdrop stuffs they were talking about, nor Jonghyun’s satisfied chortle.
“ Oh My God, Milord, stop mocking me!” the pale beauty whined and Jonghyun immediately chewed back his laugh yet his lips still trembled due to the tingling feeling in his cheeks. Taemin rolled his eyes and observed the people one by one, only came to realize that Joon wasn’t present to accompany Minho.
“ Did Joon leave earlier?”
“ Yes,” Minho answered, crossing his hands over his chest. “ I told him to meet Eli because apparently Hyunjin left something like a letter and also a message about flying to San Francisco.”
Taemin elegantly raised his brow. “ When?”
“ Tomorrow,” Minho grunted, “ I asked Joon to get further details. I am not even interested to give a speech about the company’s future plan! As if I am going to lecture the executive presidents!”
“ Isn’t San Francisco quite nice?” Taemin frowned, “ You can spend some time in there?”
“ I..” Minho stopped, mind proceeding something until there was a smirk coming after, making Taemin jerk in skepticism. “ Only if you come with me.”
I knew it.
.
.
.
The secret fighter, all the while, grinned like a total idiot at Taemin’s vent. “ So you finally agreed with him.”
“ He’s such a bastard - I know I am his personal assistant and also his lover but can’t he understand that next week will be full with exams and he told me to accompany him?”
“ But Taemin,” Jonghyun rubbed his forehead, “ I don’t see the problem here.”
“ And why’s that?”
“ You are just this freaking genius,” Jonghyun playfully ruffled Taemin’s bouncy auburn locks, “ My family and Minho’s are blessed with abundant ingenuity, but you are special. Perhaps that’s why we trust you so much.”
Taemin sighed. “ But that’s not the point here. He’s just a big baby who needs to be spooned everyday.”
“ Well if you let him travel alone to San Francisco, it won’t be a very big deal, yet,” Jonghyun ducked his head, “ Slutty girls will try to get your Minho’s attention.”
Taemin halted his walk immediately.
“ .. He isn’t a cheater.”
“ I don’t say he is, but can you imagine how those girls rape and undress his strong, well-built like a Greek God body with their eyes?” Jonghyun smirked, “ I bet you can’t.”
Yet Taemin didn’t respond to anything.
“ Do you still insist that Minho gets no reason to bring you along?” The secret fighter directly asked, this time he made sure he had thrown the ball perfectly. “ How’s about your truth feeling?”
Then Jonghyun counted to zero, waiting Taemin’s final answer.
“ … Still, count me in.”
Jonghyun snorted quietly.
This couple is seriously such a troublesome..
.
.
.
“ So this is the payment list for the coffee packages, huh..” Minho mumbled, scanning the thin paper that Joon gave to him after he got back from seeing Butler Eli, “ I wonder what does it taste like.. wait.”
Minho tore his viewpoint off the paper and sent a skeptical look to Taemin who looked stuffing his belongings into a backpack eagerly with determined expression on his face.
“ What has gotten into you?”
“ Nothing,” Taemin replied curtly, “ I just changed my mind. I think going with you won’t be a bad idea at all.”
“ And why’s that?”
The personal assistant didn’t reply, instead he rushed to take out a pair of pajama and tucked it in the bag. Minho, being the curious lover he was, rolled his body off the bed and snuck his hands around Taemin’s slim waist from behind, scooping him in the hug. “ You are not being your calm self,” he whispered, “ What’s wrong?”
The beautiful assistant finally stopped packing and gave up, resting his body against Minho’s upper front figure. “ Isn’t it my job to look after you?”
“ Well, you are also my personal assistant so it is part of your job,” Minho tightened his grip, “ But I think it’s not the main point here.”
Taemin sighed, stooping his little head slightly. He didn’t know from where he got such an encouragement to ask this but before he could stop himself, he already abruptly asked,
“ You only still love me, don’t you?”
Of course Minho looked surprised, something that was very unusual for Taemin to ask this. He was never a fan of ensuring romantic topics, so hearing this led Minho to know the reason. “ Sure. I’ve told you countless times, whispering to you every single night,” Minho brushed Taemin’s ear with his thick lips, feeling the boy tremble in his arms. “ So what’s it?”
“ If I follow you to everywhere, I can catch you if I want to, but will you be..” Taemin looked unsure at first, but he settled his mind right away, “ fine with it?”
Sure, Minho looked puzzled registering Taemin’s notional point in his question, until Taemin continued,
“ I also think I want to spend my time with you too..”
Minho doubled the size of his eyes, and as he finally grasped the point, he could not suppress his laugh.
This boy is just too cute.
“ W - What? Why are you laughing?!”
“ Nothing.. it’s just..” Minho smiled, wiping away the fat tear due to laughing and stroked Taemin’s rosy cheek, “ Simple things you have said to me always make me happy..”
Taemin tilted, still not yet comprehending the meaning. Minho spun the smaller boy around and cupped his face.
“ I always try to express my feelings to you with so much effort in confessing.. using so many words..” Minho giggled, “ Yet, you use so few..”
Taemin frowned. “ But I still made it past senior high school, about Korean Lesson - “
“ That’s not what I mean.. why, you’re still a kid, aren’t you..”
“ Shut up,” Taemin winced, not looking happy, “ You - “
“ I am saying that, sometimes,” Minho leaned in, “ Saying less can convey much more.”
“ Uh.. I don’t get it.”
“ Because you’re still a kid.”
“ What!” Taemin’s body shot up to struggle, but Minho silenced him with a soft, chaste kiss. “ I love you,” Minho whispered. Taemin gritted his teeth, yet still blushing upon the sudden love confession. “ Young Master, I - “
“ You are,” Minho captured Taemin’s lips once again, ignoring the fact that Taemin was lost in their kiss, “ just really too adorable.”
.
.
.
“ I got a report that Milord Minho wanted to book one more ticket for Assistant Taemin, Your Highness.”
A tall man who was sitting on his office chair dropped his pen silently, letting it roll all over the still blank white paper.
“ So they’re coming together? I see. Not surprising at all. They always stick to each other - it pisses me off.”
“ Anything that you’d like to give me an order, Your Highness?”
That man smiled gently across the telephone line, murmuring over his phone.
“ Just continue keeping your eye on them,” he answered firmly, yet his voice was somewhat calm and soft, “ I’ll take care the rest in the shadow that they won’t realize it in the near time.”
Because the time is running out, Minho.
The other person across the call drooped his head, mumbling,
“ Yes, Your Highness.”
a/n: sorry if the chapter this time is quite short! i am now experiencing the new life of 'joys' being in the college and my eyes are dropping dead now e___e i also apologize for the late update but i am here to tell you all that i am not dead n_n