365 Days of Love Rants
day 32:call me when you get this
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call me when you get this || 1737wc
“Taemin!”A voice shouted from the 2nd floor of the villa, the birds outside that were twittering minutes ago resting their small feet on a tree branch flew away as the voice frightened them up.
“Coming.”A smaller and mellifluous voice originating from the kitchen called out, a shadow of an S-line figure could be seen wiping its hands on a cloth, entangling a yellow apron from its swan-neck, before it rushes to mount the wooden stairs heading upstairs.
It’s just another ordinary day in the household.
~
“How can I help you, Master?”The nebulous figure becomes clear to view, the male who could be easily mistaken as a female with his niveous expanse of skin, with his palm resting on the door sill heavily panting from the vigorous climbing.
“Could you help me with my tie?”The man, who was addressed as master few seconds ago, was a man with much poise as he stood and commanded the latter. He was tall, sculpted in perfect proportion. He had the looks that woman and beautiful males alike would swoon over, slightly baked in the sun and with expressive brown eyes. He was dressed in a white pressed shirt, looking prim and proper with his black hair slicked with cream and his palm handing a marine blue silk tie to the latter.
The latter nodded and took the tie in his hand. The latter tiptoed due to their height gap, carefully slinging the tie around his master’s neck. He bit his lips, tarnishing the poor tissue, a habit that he had gotten used to when he is concentrating. The taller male, glanced down on him eyes transfixed to those red lips that his cynosure possessed. Watching the movement of his fingers knotting the tie, it was a lie if he didn’t know how knot a tie; this was just a reason to stare at this ethereal being up close and personal.
“All done!”The latter with halcyon announced as he accidentally patted his master’s chest. The beatific creature quickly muttered an obligated apology and left downstairs. When the footsteps of his maid couldn’t be heard, he laid on his fixed bed staring at his room’s ceiling daydreaming as the scene replayed all over again. If he was right, he knows that his affection is notorious to the other and is slowly being divulged.
~
The breakfast was scrumptious as usual with an absurd air clinging between them; Taemin was hesitant to join him at the dining table, only observing him from behind the marble island with his head drooping low and the yellow apron clutching on his midsection, the one he bought when he went out to shop with his obnoxious mother.
“Taemin-shi, thank you for the breakfast.”He acknowledged the tastiness of the foods as he withdraws from his seat, loving the way it made the latter’s eyes glistened in happiness and his plumps cheeks foudrayant in blush. And, with the image of Taemin’s blissful face would put him in ease the rest of his delirious day and the strenuous meeting and manipulative negotiation bearable.
“My pleasure, master.”The flowing voice responded and somehow it made his feet languid from moving, wanting to spend his day at home instead.
“It’s Minho.”He teases and grabbed his briefcase from the latter’s grasp. Before ruffling the latter’s locks, loving the way they softly slipped between his fingers. He was deviating; he couldn’t care less about works and such at the moment when this blandiloquent that he could write neat stacks of encomium with embellishments and plaudit is in front of his eyes. The ring of his cell phone interrupted him, he answered it with much annoyance and with that call he had to abort his intention of staying home and endure another working day.
~
The vroom of the luxury car indicated that the master of the house had left. Taemin starts his routine, grabbing his loyal friend; the vacuum cleaner. When one job is done, he finds another, he was restless, and his mind was in berserk and in a brewing storm. His psyche was imbalanced, with his id and super ego relentlessly stabbing each other with daggers of evidence. He vacuumed every corner of the villa, letting the loud rumbles clouding his head from thinking about the glorious men with reputation. And, when he sits down for lunch, he tried to resolve the incipient feelings that starting to flourish, he shook his head off in disagreement. He couldn’t be falling for this man; he’s only a mere maid with no name and status. He was further tangled in this imbroglio when he thought about the man usual demeanour towards him and struck him to further drown into this unresolved conflicts.
It was a jejune act when he rested his head on his master’s lavender-scented pillow with a hinge of a masculine smell ,letting it inches to his sensitive nose buds and thinking to himself what would it be like to be lying here inhaling the masculine scent every night. He rolls around the bed, giggling as his cheeks were powdered with natural blush. He stood minutes later, fixing the bed.
He lilts in the living room, switching on the stereo whilst reciting missive of love and paean that he would write to confess his love. But when he was overtaken by languor, he sat himself on the expensive couch, ashamed of himself for thinking that his master could feel the same way as he does. He stood up, with a moiety of his heart being shattered into pieces heading to the kitchen preparing dinner. Somehow, his world had turned caliginous with his chosen druthers of forgetting his feelings
~
The vroom of his master’s car arriving made his heart cheers and skips a beat,he later than scolds his heart for the peccadillo. He heard the front door creaks, and his tiny feet rushes to the living room, and his master came to view. His appearance was a stark contrast when he had left his home; the man was dishevelled from head to toe. The tie he knotted the morning had come undone, his hair was disarrayed and his face were a miasma of inertia. His steps were desultory. And the maid’s chatoyant scrutinises further as the man came closer, his master suddenly hugged him with lethargic pair of limbs. He was immersed in felicity but it was ephemeral when the man slumped on his lithe body. The epiphany of the man’s warm temperature made his eyes bulged in surprise. His master was indeed unwell, he ravels away from their propinquity and with much effort laid the dozing man on the couch.
He was suddenly jaded as he brought forth the quilt and warm broth he had made alongside the medicine. His master was wincing and tossing and turning in dissatisfaction murmurous on incoherent words, and the sheen of sweat forming on his forehead and the creases. He smoothen the creases peppering kisses trying to lighten his master and wiped away the slick moisture. The man was immediate as his ragged breathing calm down.
He stirs the man gently as he sat cross-legged on the carpet.
“Minho-shi, you should eat.”Taemin pleaded as the man sit up with his shoulders hunched down. Taemin spooned the broth and feed his master, and removed it as soon as Minho was full and handed the medicine next. Loud cough erupted and Taemin patted his master’s back with downcast plastered on his face as the man shivers. He aided his master when the man insisted to rest in his room; he brought along medications just in case if Minho’s temperature rises later in the night.
Minho had rested his head on one of his fluffy pillow and his comforter covering to his neck with his eyes closed. Taemin took his chance to leave the room and retreat to his own when his master’s coarse and sickly voice muttered.
“Taemin-ah, please just tonight, accompany me.”Taemin glanced between his sick master and the bedroom door indecisively, which he later chose to accompany the ill- stricken man.
“Yes,Minho-shi.”He responded and the man patted the empty side of the king-sized bed. Taemin slowly rested his head on the pillow, his heart was pounding against his chest, he was nervous. He flicked the night light off, so Minho couldn’t see he is blushing.
“Goodnight Minho-shi.”He said, and his eyes shut in exhaustion minutes later.
~
The summery morning light seeped through the window, and Taemin roused from his slumber, he felt his waist was encircled which he found out later was Minho’s arm. The man was still frenzied in sleep as his chest rises and falls symphonically. And, their proximity had made Taemin blossom in effervescent and he feels like gambolling around the room. But, he decided that was rather inappropriate, so he slowly retracted the arm away from him and walked to his room with a wide smile.
~
He came to Minho’s room an hour later with a tray glorified with a bowl of porridge. Minho had waked up and was leaning against his headboard with his eyes shut and when Taemin’s footsteps resonates his eyes opened in anticipation of Taemin’s arrival.
“Good Morning Minho-ssi.”Taemin greeted him, surprised.
Minho smiled as Taemin entered the room. He signalled his maid to come closer and patted the same spot Taemin slept yesterday, and Taemin obliged.
“How are you feeling?” Taemin asked as he sat and rested the tray in front of him.
“Better, thanks to you.”Minho glanced and there was an ineffable scintilla in Minho’s eyes that Taemin could not interpret.
“It’s my job, after all.”The latter answered humbly.
“Would you mind if I add a little extension on your job description?”Minho asked furtively, and Taemin was taken by surprise.
“Yes, I mean no, not at all.”Taemin responded, fumbling with the choice of his words.
“Will you be my “girlfriend”?”Minho asked as he extended a square velvet box, that he later opened revealing a simple silver ring.
“W-well, I’m not worth it, Minho-shi.”Taemin stuttered.
“For your information, I don’t think I’m compatible with your beauty.”Minho opposed.
“B-but” The sentence was left hanging when their lips met and the porridge left forgotten.
I've got all this poetry now I didn't know then.
I kept inside.
Guess I had never seen anything beautiful
Till I first saw you asleep at night
Corinne Bailey Rae - Call Me When You Get This
pg
call me when you get this || 1737wc
“Taemin!”A voice shouted from the 2nd floor of the villa, the birds outside that were twittering minutes ago resting their small feet on a tree branch flew away as the voice frightened them up.
“Coming.”A smaller and mellifluous voice originating from the kitchen called out, a shadow of an S-line figure could be seen wiping its hands on a cloth, entangling a yellow apron from its swan-neck, before it rushes to mount the wooden stairs heading upstairs.
It’s just another ordinary day in the household.
~
“How can I help you, Master?”The nebulous figure becomes clear to view, the male who could be easily mistaken as a female with his niveous expanse of skin, with his palm resting on the door sill heavily panting from the vigorous climbing.
“Could you help me with my tie?”The man, who was addressed as master few seconds ago, was a man with much poise as he stood and commanded the latter. He was tall, sculpted in perfect proportion. He had the looks that woman and beautiful males alike would swoon over, slightly baked in the sun and with expressive brown eyes. He was dressed in a white pressed shirt, looking prim and proper with his black hair slicked with cream and his palm handing a marine blue silk tie to the latter.
The latter nodded and took the tie in his hand. The latter tiptoed due to their height gap, carefully slinging the tie around his master’s neck. He bit his lips, tarnishing the poor tissue, a habit that he had gotten used to when he is concentrating. The taller male, glanced down on him eyes transfixed to those red lips that his cynosure possessed. Watching the movement of his fingers knotting the tie, it was a lie if he didn’t know how knot a tie; this was just a reason to stare at this ethereal being up close and personal.
“All done!”The latter with halcyon announced as he accidentally patted his master’s chest. The beatific creature quickly muttered an obligated apology and left downstairs. When the footsteps of his maid couldn’t be heard, he laid on his fixed bed staring at his room’s ceiling daydreaming as the scene replayed all over again. If he was right, he knows that his affection is notorious to the other and is slowly being divulged.
~
The breakfast was scrumptious as usual with an absurd air clinging between them; Taemin was hesitant to join him at the dining table, only observing him from behind the marble island with his head drooping low and the yellow apron clutching on his midsection, the one he bought when he went out to shop with his obnoxious mother.
“Taemin-shi, thank you for the breakfast.”He acknowledged the tastiness of the foods as he withdraws from his seat, loving the way it made the latter’s eyes glistened in happiness and his plumps cheeks foudrayant in blush. And, with the image of Taemin’s blissful face would put him in ease the rest of his delirious day and the strenuous meeting and manipulative negotiation bearable.
“My pleasure, master.”The flowing voice responded and somehow it made his feet languid from moving, wanting to spend his day at home instead.
“It’s Minho.”He teases and grabbed his briefcase from the latter’s grasp. Before ruffling the latter’s locks, loving the way they softly slipped between his fingers. He was deviating; he couldn’t care less about works and such at the moment when this blandiloquent that he could write neat stacks of encomium with embellishments and plaudit is in front of his eyes. The ring of his cell phone interrupted him, he answered it with much annoyance and with that call he had to abort his intention of staying home and endure another working day.
~
The vroom of the luxury car indicated that the master of the house had left. Taemin starts his routine, grabbing his loyal friend; the vacuum cleaner. When one job is done, he finds another, he was restless, and his mind was in berserk and in a brewing storm. His psyche was imbalanced, with his id and super ego relentlessly stabbing each other with daggers of evidence. He vacuumed every corner of the villa, letting the loud rumbles clouding his head from thinking about the glorious men with reputation. And, when he sits down for lunch, he tried to resolve the incipient feelings that starting to flourish, he shook his head off in disagreement. He couldn’t be falling for this man; he’s only a mere maid with no name and status. He was further tangled in this imbroglio when he thought about the man usual demeanour towards him and struck him to further drown into this unresolved conflicts.
It was a jejune act when he rested his head on his master’s lavender-scented pillow with a hinge of a masculine smell ,letting it inches to his sensitive nose buds and thinking to himself what would it be like to be lying here inhaling the masculine scent every night. He rolls around the bed, giggling as his cheeks were powdered with natural blush. He stood minutes later, fixing the bed.
He lilts in the living room, switching on the stereo whilst reciting missive of love and paean that he would write to confess his love. But when he was overtaken by languor, he sat himself on the expensive couch, ashamed of himself for thinking that his master could feel the same way as he does. He stood up, with a moiety of his heart being shattered into pieces heading to the kitchen preparing dinner. Somehow, his world had turned caliginous with his chosen druthers of forgetting his feelings
~
The vroom of his master’s car arriving made his heart cheers and skips a beat,he later than scolds his heart for the peccadillo. He heard the front door creaks, and his tiny feet rushes to the living room, and his master came to view. His appearance was a stark contrast when he had left his home; the man was dishevelled from head to toe. The tie he knotted the morning had come undone, his hair was disarrayed and his face were a miasma of inertia. His steps were desultory. And the maid’s chatoyant scrutinises further as the man came closer, his master suddenly hugged him with lethargic pair of limbs. He was immersed in felicity but it was ephemeral when the man slumped on his lithe body. The epiphany of the man’s warm temperature made his eyes bulged in surprise. His master was indeed unwell, he ravels away from their propinquity and with much effort laid the dozing man on the couch.
He was suddenly jaded as he brought forth the quilt and warm broth he had made alongside the medicine. His master was wincing and tossing and turning in dissatisfaction murmurous on incoherent words, and the sheen of sweat forming on his forehead and the creases. He smoothen the creases peppering kisses trying to lighten his master and wiped away the slick moisture. The man was immediate as his ragged breathing calm down.
He stirs the man gently as he sat cross-legged on the carpet.
“Minho-shi, you should eat.”Taemin pleaded as the man sit up with his shoulders hunched down. Taemin spooned the broth and feed his master, and removed it as soon as Minho was full and handed the medicine next. Loud cough erupted and Taemin patted his master’s back with downcast plastered on his face as the man shivers. He aided his master when the man insisted to rest in his room; he brought along medications just in case if Minho’s temperature rises later in the night.
Minho had rested his head on one of his fluffy pillow and his comforter covering to his neck with his eyes closed. Taemin took his chance to leave the room and retreat to his own when his master’s coarse and sickly voice muttered.
“Taemin-ah, please just tonight, accompany me.”Taemin glanced between his sick master and the bedroom door indecisively, which he later chose to accompany the ill- stricken man.
“Yes,Minho-shi.”He responded and the man patted the empty side of the king-sized bed. Taemin slowly rested his head on the pillow, his heart was pounding against his chest, he was nervous. He flicked the night light off, so Minho couldn’t see he is blushing.
“Goodnight Minho-shi.”He said, and his eyes shut in exhaustion minutes later.
~
The summery morning light seeped through the window, and Taemin roused from his slumber, he felt his waist was encircled which he found out later was Minho’s arm. The man was still frenzied in sleep as his chest rises and falls symphonically. And, their proximity had made Taemin blossom in effervescent and he feels like gambolling around the room. But, he decided that was rather inappropriate, so he slowly retracted the arm away from him and walked to his room with a wide smile.
~
He came to Minho’s room an hour later with a tray glorified with a bowl of porridge. Minho had waked up and was leaning against his headboard with his eyes shut and when Taemin’s footsteps resonates his eyes opened in anticipation of Taemin’s arrival.
“Good Morning Minho-ssi.”Taemin greeted him, surprised.
Minho smiled as Taemin entered the room. He signalled his maid to come closer and patted the same spot Taemin slept yesterday, and Taemin obliged.
“How are you feeling?” Taemin asked as he sat and rested the tray in front of him.
“Better, thanks to you.”Minho glanced and there was an ineffable scintilla in Minho’s eyes that Taemin could not interpret.
“It’s my job, after all.”The latter answered humbly.
“Would you mind if I add a little extension on your job description?”Minho asked furtively, and Taemin was taken by surprise.
“Yes, I mean no, not at all.”Taemin responded, fumbling with the choice of his words.
“Will you be my “girlfriend”?”Minho asked as he extended a square velvet box, that he later opened revealing a simple silver ring.
“W-well, I’m not worth it, Minho-shi.”Taemin stuttered.
“For your information, I don’t think I’m compatible with your beauty.”Minho opposed.
“B-but” The sentence was left hanging when their lips met and the porridge left forgotten.
I've got all this poetry now I didn't know then.
I kept inside.
Guess I had never seen anything beautiful
Till I first saw you asleep at night
Corinne Bailey Rae - Call Me When You Get This