Yes, My Master II - 06
Title: Yes, My Master II - 06
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: this chapter was partially inspired by a chapter in Junjou Romantica <33 enjoy!
“ Oh my God - “ Minho mumbled under his breath, eyes flickering at the sight of a small kid, around three years old. The tiny hands clutched in a tight grip on Taemin’s shoulder, not even wanting to let go ever since he met with the beautiful male.
And Taemin fathomed Minho’s chapfallen expression yet was subdued by the little kid in his arms. He could not help it when Key came in Minho’s room when Taemin tried to make Minho open his half-lidded eyes and analyze the reports from his company instead of sleeping all day (it was Saturday so basically they had day-off). The diva had a small wrist in his hand, which was turned that it was his nephew, named Yoogeun, Telling the couple that he had an important date with Jinki since it was their third anniversary and Key’s auntie asked for some help to watch over her son, so the diva ended up turning to Minho and Taemin. He called it a round before the couple could refuse but being the nice and sweet guy Taemin was, the personal assistant immediately had his heart melting down as he saw the bubbly personality and cute face Yoogeun showed, the adorable side of this boy charmed Taemin so at the end he happily accepted it. Of course Minho was quite fine since he liked Yoogeun’s cutesy acts too but sometimes it was too much when he took Taemin’s attention since he arrived.. four hours ago? Taemin didn’t have so much time to a) help his work b) give an extra service, at least some kisses and cuddling but really, Taemin had averted his attention to the cute boy for whole day.
“ I am so sorry, I can’t help it,” Taemin whined when Yoogeun innocently licked the edge of Taemin’s baby lip because they just had ice cream together and the little boy splattered some on Taemin’s face, as if he had not gotten enough with his own, he continued licking the remnant and of course, it left Minho a little jealousy since he also wanted to do the same thing.
But he got such a high pride. Who the hell wants to lose towards three years old kid?
“ Oh God damn it,” Taemin muttered softly and laughed upon Yoogeun’s cuteness, pinching the flabby cheeks softly. “ You are just so cute.”
The other boy rolled his eyes but he didn’t say any word. Still, there was a sigh escaping from his lips, as he stood upright, turning his back and walking away. The beautiful male frowned in wonder but his thought was cut off abruptly by Yoogeun’s whimper to get him chocolate some more.
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Minho continued working with his macbook although his mind was at somewhere else. His ears caught Taemin’s soft shriek when the young boy pulled the older to follow him around. Taemin babysitting was one of the happiness Minho was seeing now, nonetheless he felt something that had burnt him into a jealousy, thinking that in several years later, would Taemin forget him and concentrate on their child? Either it would be adopted or Taemin was given to be pregnant (maybe he was fertile? Who knows?).
Sometimes Minho wondered, if one day, Taemin would leave him.
And forget him, if he had someone else filling his heart?
Because of this little boy, Minho realized something.
There was no way Taemin could only give attention to him only.
Minho chuckled bitterly because he felt so stupid for preconceiving like this, but he just could not help it.
He loved Taemin so much, that he could not do anything without him.
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“ You are asking if Minho hates children or not?” Jonghyun wiggled the eyebrow and put a hand on his hip. “ Why?”
“ Well because - ouch Yoogeun, stop slapping my face,” Taemin winced after a soft slap stung on his cheek, “ Minho doesn’t seem happy when Yoogeun is around.”
Jonghyun pointed his finger out at the little kid. “ He dislikes him? Seriously? But he’s so cute!”
“ I know, right?” Taemin picked up a small toy for Yoogeun to distract himself, “ and all I was thinking is maybe Minho gets a phobia to children or something?”
“ All I can remember is he doesn’t hate children and he can even take care of them, well, he was that mature back when he was a child before you came here.”
Hearing the answer made Taemin sigh, not only he could not find the reason Minho looked so peeved, but as a boyfriend and personal assistant who had been with him for years, he felt himself flunk for not knowing anything about his dislikes. Taemin bent down to give Yoogeun a small bottle of strawberry milk and frustatedly brushed his own bangs revealing some skin of his delicate forehead. Jonghyun eyed him from behind and his mind began floating to find the answer of why Minho seemed so worked up having Yoogeun for a day in their house?
Come to think of it, Minho never told anyone about his fears and feelings ever since his mother’s death.
Sure, losing your mommy at such a young age left a deep scar in your heart, Jonghyun thought and smiled sadly, knowing he was once on Minho’s side back then, regardless the competitions they always had, Jonghyun was still his cousin.
Minho had changed. He had grown up to be a very strong, tough person who never let his weakness come out, never once also he told anyone about his true feelings except he loved Taemin sincerely.
But it’s Minho, could it be he really hates children? But he has no reason hating them, and I’ve seen him babying our little cousin when we were both kids, Jonghyun contemplated, could it be..
Suddenly an allegation struck him hard on his mind and Jonghyun blinked twice - no, thrice - because for some reasons he felt certain.
The secret fighther face-palmed. If he were right,
Then I can be Minho’s private mind reader, he thought sarcastically.
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“ Do you think it is wise enough leaving your nephew like that?”
As the older male re-adjusted his glasses and tilted in worry, Key swung his hips confidently, his hand in Jinki’s tightening the grip. “ Don’t worry. I know Minho and Taemin better.”
They walked past the sands as the cold water of the beach brushed their feet up to the ankles, hand in hand, looking at each other from the corner of their eyes. But still, Jinki could not hide the worry and fear in his eyes. If something happened to the kid, Jinki didn’t wish to take the responsible for dragging his lover out since today was their third anniversary. Of course he wanted to spend his time on better activities such as cuddling, kissing, making out, etc, but he was sane to decide if this year’s activity was to baby the young kid instead. He just didn’t want anything worst to happen.
Somehow he could not trust Key’s decision, even though he knew the diva always picked the best one.
“ We can go home if it really needs,” Jinki muttered softly, “ Will it be okay?”
“ It will, duh,” Key laughed and turned so he faced Jinki’s gentle face directly, hands cupping the soft jawlines together. “ I feel safe because it is Minho and Taemin we are talking about.”
“ Why do you trust them so much?” Jinki’s smile puckered and Key merely shrugged. “ Dunno. It’s just because they.. Honey, I’ve known them longer than you.”
“ Sure, babe, I know you have, but,” Jinki stopped dramatically even though he didn’t really realize it, “ This is Choi Minho you are dealing with.” The glassed male deliberately emphasized the name but the diva only swayed his hand seductively, the other one wrapping around Jinki’s neck. The younger male pulled the taller one rather forcefully yet gently, making the tip of their nose brush slightly. Jinki gulped a small lump blocking halfway in his throat, feeling the other’s breath torture him, and also the sweet, addicting smell.
Oh God. Oh my God.
Key smiled anyway, eyes locking on Jinki’s, his index finger was pressed against Jinki’s kissable lips to shush the older male.
“ Can we stop talking about them? I know everything is going to be fine, and besides,” Key leaned in, the parted lips caressing Jinki’s left cheek in a teasing pace, which drove Jinki insane. “ You can take the advantage on me anytime you want now.”
Jinki groaned. He knew his job as a lecturer forbade him to do his student like this even though Key’s main subject was completely different from what Jinki always taught in the college, but who gave the fuck? This was called even, because in school they could not do anything to please their lust freely and the stressing works often took their time.
Key was right.
The lecturer licked his lower lip, the free hands grazing and groping the smooth back underneath that loose top, fingertips tracing each sensitive spots one by one. Key shuddered in delight, and Jinki felt proud because only him who could possess Key entirely like this.
He was enchanting.
Everything Jinki could wish.
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“ Oh shit. He spilled it,” Taemin mumbled in a very low voice, afraid if Yoogeun might hear it. He didn’t want to sound like scolding the little boy, after all. But when his jobs piled up into a stack of papers and reports, and Yoogeun was being nothing of help at all, he was kinda stressed managing to do both works.
“ Milk.. Milk..”
Taemin shrugged again and flicked his bangs, trying to force his best smile although he felt tired all despite everything.
“ Do you want a milk again, Yoogeunnie?” the little boy nodded his head a little bit too eagerly and shot Taemin his puppy eyes. Taemin smiled softly seeing such an adorable kid behave and handed him a bottle.
“ Uh..” Yoogeun’s whimper followed not too long after and Taemin glanced, only to see the liquid was slopped onto Yoogeun’s upper cloth and again, the pale beauty massaged the skin between his eyebrows.
“ My God, when will this end?” Taemin mentally cried and kneeled down to clean up the mess Yoogeun had just created.
“ Taemin-ah,” suddenly a knock was heard and the door became flung open, revealing the tall figure with some papers on his hand. “ Can you help me to - “
Taemin sighed.
“ My Young Master, I am really tired over my own work and babysitting him, can you please just do it by yourself?”
Minho frowned. “ But helping me is also your job.”
“ I know, but still, can’t you please understand me this once?” Taemin didn’t bother to look over his shoulder, “ You don’t give me a hand either. Basically it becomes useless and I have to take care of this alone. At least all I need you to do is to understand me and - “
“ Taemin, you are blabbing too much,” Minho simply answered, but there was a hurt underneath his words, also, disappointment. “ I get it. I just wondered if you could check only two papers for me, and well, I know you are busy. My fault. Good night. We can sleep with him in our bed if you want, just take him to our room.”
And by then, Minho drifted off.
Taemin felt a guilt rushing beneath his ribs. He didn’t mean to sound that horrible. Minho didn’t interfere him either when Taemin was concentrating on doing stuffs. He didn’t even complain a bit, nor grumble because Taemin paid less attention to him today.
He understood him, so why did Taemin blame everything on Minho just because he was freaking exhausted?
Taemin wished there was a shithole on the ground and swallow him deeply.
The personal assistant muttered out curses and stroked Yoogeun’s cheeks, mumbling, “ I think I need to apologize now.”
But Taemin had to lull this child first. The personal assistant gently lifted Yoogeun and whispered sweet things, also a lullaby, to send the little boy to a deep slumber, in Taemin’s embrace.
In the most unlikely scenes, why the hell did he need to give off his vexation towards the person who cared for him the most?
Taemin felt so stupid, he knew it was just a simple quarell or misunderstanding between a couple but still, if he could get a better grip of himself, he would not have said that.
“ I’m the worst,” Taemin muttered, “ I was venting my exhaustion, just like a kid.”
Putting that aside, could it be those words have hurt Minho?
Ugh, I really should apologize.
But will he forgive me? Ah - but since he perhaps knows that I am mentally unstable, he may -
Shit. There’s no ‘maybe’. I really have to apologize sincerely before he stops talking to me.
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The personal assistant, also the sleeping young boy in his arms, finally mustered up courage to deal with the situation and soon he found himself standing yet getting the wind up to describe the perfect mood and feeling he was experiencing now.
Fuck, come on, Taemin, just knock this door and -
“ Assistant Lee?”
“ WAAAAH!” And Taemin’s forehead slapped across the hard surface of the door, creating a skirl and the noise of pain escaped off Taemin’s lips. He cursed under his breath to the weak heart he had carried for being easily startled over someone’s voice.
“ Butler Eli,” the personal assistant sighed, “ You scared me.”
“ I apologize, Assistant Lee,” apparently the head butler could not hide a smile witnessing such a funny moment, yet he still kept his voice low, courteous, and gentle. “ But Sir Hyunjin would like to meet the young master soon, he is already heading now to the residence.”
“ Oh, I will tell him,” Taemin swung his hand freely, not forgetting to shoot a glare after Butler Eli wordlessly chuckled because of him, “ but please, knocking your own forehead hurts. Stop laughing.” And he pouted. Butler Eli, nonetheless, said sorry but the smile never once faded from his face, so Taemin gave up. Then the butler excused himself after getting the nod of approval from Taemin and he was long gone behind the turn.
The perfect beauty rubbed his forehead before finally decided to forget about knocking the door first because he was practically certain that Minho had heard it. Now they shared room often - or even everyday - so it wasn’t awkward anymore if he just slipped in, if there were anything than it was just keeping his courtesy in case.
“ Uh,” Taemin kicked the door open, subtly, substantively because a) both of his arms were holding up Yoogeun and b) he didn’t bother to carry the big baby with one hand since the boy was growing up and weighing more. “ Young Master?”
There goes Choi Minho sitting in front of his laptop placed on a custom-made luxurious desk, but he only looked up and tilted. “ Yes?”
“ I want to.. uh..” Taemin scratched his head; although it didn’t feel itchy at all, “ Let Yoogeun sleep here, please?”
“ Sure.”
Taemin began walking nervously and put the big baby gently on the cottony mattress, body curling up and lips puckering due to losing the warmth. Taemin grinned toothily in response, somehow this boy’s cuteness and the charms had somewhat effects on him, not that Taemin was gonna complain.
But it wasn’t the only matter for now. Taemin twisted his neck aside and narrowed the beautiful eyes of him, observing how absorbed his lover was on his work.
Sighing, Taemin made very careful steps forwards.
“ Y, young master?”
Minho was called a halt to the further work by his beautiful assistant and looked towards the other. “ What’s it?”
There was a certain pregnant silent hanging up in the air, awkwardly.
“ Sorry.”
But Minho didn’t change his expression, nor even lifted the elegant brow to his curiosity.
“ For what?”
“ Ugh, for venting my lassitude out on you just now,” Taemin nervously played with his fingers, fisting into a ball and back stretching them. “ I was really tired babysitting and taking care of Yoogeun while he always made such a hassle and ruckus. On impulse, I said something harsh to you.. I am sorry,” Taemin murmured, “ I take them back. I didn’t mean it, sorry.”
Minho stared at the younger male, intent on searching around in those doe eyes for the guilt mixed with love and the other sweet feelings.
“ But it didn’t hurt me as much as you think you make me out to be,” Minho replied, “ so it’s basically fine.”
“ No!! I mean, well, there’s something I gotta point out. I think maybe it’s only me who is good in handling children or something because I quite like kids and it’s fine if you don’t like them as well but at least you can treat Yoogeun well because he’s the nephew of your friend,” Taemin ruffled his hair blindly and added softly, “ Also, forgive me. Things are just getting hard for me since I have to manage my time for doing my job and going to school too.”
Upon hearing the long explanation from the beautiful male made Minho look at him blankly and puffed out a soft sigh. “ Alright, I also apologize for leaving you just like that earlier.. but I need to make something clear before you get a wrong idea about me.”
“ Huh?”
Minho rested his chin on his big palms.
“ It’s not like I hate children. In fact, I can pretty much go along with them and behave nicely, but,” Minho’s eyes rose up to shoot a intent stare at his lover, “ I am not too friendly to him partially because of you.”
Taemin frowned. “ and what does it have to do with me?”
“ Well, Taemin,” the young master dramatically laid his back and stated, “ You only can see me as your top priority. You spent too much time with Yoogeun.”
Taemin took about a minute trying to process what his lover just revealed something like his deepest biggest secret to him, and shot him a dirty look.
“ Don’t tell me.. you are jealous of Yoogeun? Of a child? ”
“ Exactly.”
What a god damn sensitive man..
Taemin face-palmed.
“ Okay.. I think I had enough.” For some reasons Taemin felt stupid asking for an apology, but in the other hand he could not take back his words. “ I.. want to sleep.”
“ Oh, but there’s something I want to say again, Taemin,” Minho’s fingers hold Taemin by pulling his shirt gently; halting the move Taemin was about to make. “ I am incapable without you.”
Taemin turned over, mind still registering the sentence.
“ I am just nothing without you,” Minho utterly confessed, “ So don’t ever leave me.”
That made Taemin become so flustered and gagged. “ Oh God.. but.. I am here, right? What are you saying?” Taemin stammered, “ and let me go, don’t pull my shirt.. Shisus, Young Master. You are really great and even before we become a couple, you could do things by yourself!”
“ Well you think I could, but, no,” Minho’s smiled, hands going down to reach Taemin’s wrist, “ as if.. I have gotten too used to your company.”
Those sweet words affected Taemin’s little heart to thump faster, and a dark red tint crept under his cheeks.
“ I love you.”
Why was Minho’s warmth so real, so right, making him feel weak?
Taemin shyly spun around to face Minho with his red face.
“ Me too.”
Minho chuckled and gently lifted his lover up to his lap, caressing and kissing the rosy cheeks. “ You have no idea what you have done to me. You are perfect.”
If only Minho could hear Taemin’s heartbeat rapidly increasing the pace.
“ .. Uh..”
Hearing the soft whimper make them turn their head and found Yoogeun slowly rubbing his eyes, must be their conversation had awakened him. Taemin quickly got off Minho’s lap and stormed to the bed, followed by Minho with a worry in their face. “ What’s wrong, Yoogeun-ah?”
The boy looked up and his eyes sorted innocently the two figures in front of him, the shorter making a tender expression while the other had a worry and nervous look.
Instead, he pointed out his finger at Minho.
“ Appa..” and shifted it to Taemin, “ Umma..”
They widened their eyes, almost dropping the jaw.
Then it was Minho who finally broke laughter, while the red shade tinted more Taemin’s already pink cheeks.
For the first time, Minho sprawled forwards, crashing onto Yoogeun and pulling him into a bear hug.
“ You smart boy!”
A smile came across Minho’s satisfied face, which surprised Taemin because a while ago Minho was being jealous of the poor innocent child but now, who would ever guess he looked this sweet and adorable embracing Yoogeun?
It left Taemin to pull a smile and laughed softly.
Maybe having a real family won’t be bad at all.
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“ Key, I wonder why you trusted Yoogeun on Taemin and Minho.” Jonghyun spoke up his thought through the call, eyeing the front door of Minho’s private room.
“ Well, I know they can make themselves to be a proud parents, they are capable, so I think I have done something right.”
“ But you know, ever since Minho lost his mother, he is really afraid of losing someone he loves, that’s why he became so sensitive and protective over Taemin,” Jonghyun revealed, “ Yet also I tend to think that rather than becoming afraid, Minho has grown up to be an easily to get jealous man, don’t you think?”
“ I am pretty much aware he might be jealous of Yoogeun, but it can’t be helped. Yoogeun has a charm that even Minho can’t resist.”
Jonghyun laughed heartily.
“ You see..” Then Jonghyun heard a happy laugh coming from Minho’s room, and he was certain that the voice belonged to the young president due to the low inflexion. It changed to Taemin’s chirpy giggle, and Yoogeun’s cute shriek. “ Perhaps you are right, Key.”
“ I never guess something out of the line, thank you very much.”
“ I wonder what charm Yoogeun has..” Jonghyun grinned, and walked away towards his own room. “ Say, do you have a great day with Jinki?”
“ Absolutely. He’s so freaking good in the bed, also how to please me.”
Jonghyun smiled.
“ That sounds so perfect.”
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“ President, may I come in?”
After knocking the door several times with no answer, Sir Hyunjin decided to take a look and twisted the knob carefully, with Butler Eli behind him giving a confused look. As the door was open, the sight of the couple and the little boy sleeping peacefully in the king-sized bed greeted them, as the fingers of Minho and Taemin were intertwined together.
“ Oh God,” Butler Eli felt himself grinning stupidly, “ They look so cute.”
Sir Hyunjin didn’t reply, he only stared at the beautiful sight and finally nodded affirmatively. “ I guess I can see the president in the next morning.”
Butler Eli agreed, but none of them continued the conversation and closed the door instead, letting them sleep peacefully.
Only snores and settled breaths filled the empty space of their night.
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: this chapter was partially inspired by a chapter in Junjou Romantica <33 enjoy!
“ Oh my God - “ Minho mumbled under his breath, eyes flickering at the sight of a small kid, around three years old. The tiny hands clutched in a tight grip on Taemin’s shoulder, not even wanting to let go ever since he met with the beautiful male.
And Taemin fathomed Minho’s chapfallen expression yet was subdued by the little kid in his arms. He could not help it when Key came in Minho’s room when Taemin tried to make Minho open his half-lidded eyes and analyze the reports from his company instead of sleeping all day (it was Saturday so basically they had day-off). The diva had a small wrist in his hand, which was turned that it was his nephew, named Yoogeun, Telling the couple that he had an important date with Jinki since it was their third anniversary and Key’s auntie asked for some help to watch over her son, so the diva ended up turning to Minho and Taemin. He called it a round before the couple could refuse but being the nice and sweet guy Taemin was, the personal assistant immediately had his heart melting down as he saw the bubbly personality and cute face Yoogeun showed, the adorable side of this boy charmed Taemin so at the end he happily accepted it. Of course Minho was quite fine since he liked Yoogeun’s cutesy acts too but sometimes it was too much when he took Taemin’s attention since he arrived.. four hours ago? Taemin didn’t have so much time to a) help his work b) give an extra service, at least some kisses and cuddling but really, Taemin had averted his attention to the cute boy for whole day.
“ I am so sorry, I can’t help it,” Taemin whined when Yoogeun innocently licked the edge of Taemin’s baby lip because they just had ice cream together and the little boy splattered some on Taemin’s face, as if he had not gotten enough with his own, he continued licking the remnant and of course, it left Minho a little jealousy since he also wanted to do the same thing.
But he got such a high pride. Who the hell wants to lose towards three years old kid?
“ Oh God damn it,” Taemin muttered softly and laughed upon Yoogeun’s cuteness, pinching the flabby cheeks softly. “ You are just so cute.”
The other boy rolled his eyes but he didn’t say any word. Still, there was a sigh escaping from his lips, as he stood upright, turning his back and walking away. The beautiful male frowned in wonder but his thought was cut off abruptly by Yoogeun’s whimper to get him chocolate some more.
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Minho continued working with his macbook although his mind was at somewhere else. His ears caught Taemin’s soft shriek when the young boy pulled the older to follow him around. Taemin babysitting was one of the happiness Minho was seeing now, nonetheless he felt something that had burnt him into a jealousy, thinking that in several years later, would Taemin forget him and concentrate on their child? Either it would be adopted or Taemin was given to be pregnant (maybe he was fertile? Who knows?).
Sometimes Minho wondered, if one day, Taemin would leave him.
And forget him, if he had someone else filling his heart?
Because of this little boy, Minho realized something.
There was no way Taemin could only give attention to him only.
Minho chuckled bitterly because he felt so stupid for preconceiving like this, but he just could not help it.
He loved Taemin so much, that he could not do anything without him.
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“ You are asking if Minho hates children or not?” Jonghyun wiggled the eyebrow and put a hand on his hip. “ Why?”
“ Well because - ouch Yoogeun, stop slapping my face,” Taemin winced after a soft slap stung on his cheek, “ Minho doesn’t seem happy when Yoogeun is around.”
Jonghyun pointed his finger out at the little kid. “ He dislikes him? Seriously? But he’s so cute!”
“ I know, right?” Taemin picked up a small toy for Yoogeun to distract himself, “ and all I was thinking is maybe Minho gets a phobia to children or something?”
“ All I can remember is he doesn’t hate children and he can even take care of them, well, he was that mature back when he was a child before you came here.”
Hearing the answer made Taemin sigh, not only he could not find the reason Minho looked so peeved, but as a boyfriend and personal assistant who had been with him for years, he felt himself flunk for not knowing anything about his dislikes. Taemin bent down to give Yoogeun a small bottle of strawberry milk and frustatedly brushed his own bangs revealing some skin of his delicate forehead. Jonghyun eyed him from behind and his mind began floating to find the answer of why Minho seemed so worked up having Yoogeun for a day in their house?
Come to think of it, Minho never told anyone about his fears and feelings ever since his mother’s death.
Sure, losing your mommy at such a young age left a deep scar in your heart, Jonghyun thought and smiled sadly, knowing he was once on Minho’s side back then, regardless the competitions they always had, Jonghyun was still his cousin.
Minho had changed. He had grown up to be a very strong, tough person who never let his weakness come out, never once also he told anyone about his true feelings except he loved Taemin sincerely.
But it’s Minho, could it be he really hates children? But he has no reason hating them, and I’ve seen him babying our little cousin when we were both kids, Jonghyun contemplated, could it be..
Suddenly an allegation struck him hard on his mind and Jonghyun blinked twice - no, thrice - because for some reasons he felt certain.
The secret fighther face-palmed. If he were right,
Then I can be Minho’s private mind reader, he thought sarcastically.
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“ Do you think it is wise enough leaving your nephew like that?”
As the older male re-adjusted his glasses and tilted in worry, Key swung his hips confidently, his hand in Jinki’s tightening the grip. “ Don’t worry. I know Minho and Taemin better.”
They walked past the sands as the cold water of the beach brushed their feet up to the ankles, hand in hand, looking at each other from the corner of their eyes. But still, Jinki could not hide the worry and fear in his eyes. If something happened to the kid, Jinki didn’t wish to take the responsible for dragging his lover out since today was their third anniversary. Of course he wanted to spend his time on better activities such as cuddling, kissing, making out, etc, but he was sane to decide if this year’s activity was to baby the young kid instead. He just didn’t want anything worst to happen.
Somehow he could not trust Key’s decision, even though he knew the diva always picked the best one.
“ We can go home if it really needs,” Jinki muttered softly, “ Will it be okay?”
“ It will, duh,” Key laughed and turned so he faced Jinki’s gentle face directly, hands cupping the soft jawlines together. “ I feel safe because it is Minho and Taemin we are talking about.”
“ Why do you trust them so much?” Jinki’s smile puckered and Key merely shrugged. “ Dunno. It’s just because they.. Honey, I’ve known them longer than you.”
“ Sure, babe, I know you have, but,” Jinki stopped dramatically even though he didn’t really realize it, “ This is Choi Minho you are dealing with.” The glassed male deliberately emphasized the name but the diva only swayed his hand seductively, the other one wrapping around Jinki’s neck. The younger male pulled the taller one rather forcefully yet gently, making the tip of their nose brush slightly. Jinki gulped a small lump blocking halfway in his throat, feeling the other’s breath torture him, and also the sweet, addicting smell.
Oh God. Oh my God.
Key smiled anyway, eyes locking on Jinki’s, his index finger was pressed against Jinki’s kissable lips to shush the older male.
“ Can we stop talking about them? I know everything is going to be fine, and besides,” Key leaned in, the parted lips caressing Jinki’s left cheek in a teasing pace, which drove Jinki insane. “ You can take the advantage on me anytime you want now.”
Jinki groaned. He knew his job as a lecturer forbade him to do his student like this even though Key’s main subject was completely different from what Jinki always taught in the college, but who gave the fuck? This was called even, because in school they could not do anything to please their lust freely and the stressing works often took their time.
Key was right.
The lecturer licked his lower lip, the free hands grazing and groping the smooth back underneath that loose top, fingertips tracing each sensitive spots one by one. Key shuddered in delight, and Jinki felt proud because only him who could possess Key entirely like this.
He was enchanting.
Everything Jinki could wish.
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“ Oh shit. He spilled it,” Taemin mumbled in a very low voice, afraid if Yoogeun might hear it. He didn’t want to sound like scolding the little boy, after all. But when his jobs piled up into a stack of papers and reports, and Yoogeun was being nothing of help at all, he was kinda stressed managing to do both works.
“ Milk.. Milk..”
Taemin shrugged again and flicked his bangs, trying to force his best smile although he felt tired all despite everything.
“ Do you want a milk again, Yoogeunnie?” the little boy nodded his head a little bit too eagerly and shot Taemin his puppy eyes. Taemin smiled softly seeing such an adorable kid behave and handed him a bottle.
“ Uh..” Yoogeun’s whimper followed not too long after and Taemin glanced, only to see the liquid was slopped onto Yoogeun’s upper cloth and again, the pale beauty massaged the skin between his eyebrows.
“ My God, when will this end?” Taemin mentally cried and kneeled down to clean up the mess Yoogeun had just created.
“ Taemin-ah,” suddenly a knock was heard and the door became flung open, revealing the tall figure with some papers on his hand. “ Can you help me to - “
Taemin sighed.
“ My Young Master, I am really tired over my own work and babysitting him, can you please just do it by yourself?”
Minho frowned. “ But helping me is also your job.”
“ I know, but still, can’t you please understand me this once?” Taemin didn’t bother to look over his shoulder, “ You don’t give me a hand either. Basically it becomes useless and I have to take care of this alone. At least all I need you to do is to understand me and - “
“ Taemin, you are blabbing too much,” Minho simply answered, but there was a hurt underneath his words, also, disappointment. “ I get it. I just wondered if you could check only two papers for me, and well, I know you are busy. My fault. Good night. We can sleep with him in our bed if you want, just take him to our room.”
And by then, Minho drifted off.
Taemin felt a guilt rushing beneath his ribs. He didn’t mean to sound that horrible. Minho didn’t interfere him either when Taemin was concentrating on doing stuffs. He didn’t even complain a bit, nor grumble because Taemin paid less attention to him today.
He understood him, so why did Taemin blame everything on Minho just because he was freaking exhausted?
Taemin wished there was a shithole on the ground and swallow him deeply.
The personal assistant muttered out curses and stroked Yoogeun’s cheeks, mumbling, “ I think I need to apologize now.”
But Taemin had to lull this child first. The personal assistant gently lifted Yoogeun and whispered sweet things, also a lullaby, to send the little boy to a deep slumber, in Taemin’s embrace.
In the most unlikely scenes, why the hell did he need to give off his vexation towards the person who cared for him the most?
Taemin felt so stupid, he knew it was just a simple quarell or misunderstanding between a couple but still, if he could get a better grip of himself, he would not have said that.
“ I’m the worst,” Taemin muttered, “ I was venting my exhaustion, just like a kid.”
Putting that aside, could it be those words have hurt Minho?
Ugh, I really should apologize.
But will he forgive me? Ah - but since he perhaps knows that I am mentally unstable, he may -
Shit. There’s no ‘maybe’. I really have to apologize sincerely before he stops talking to me.
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The personal assistant, also the sleeping young boy in his arms, finally mustered up courage to deal with the situation and soon he found himself standing yet getting the wind up to describe the perfect mood and feeling he was experiencing now.
Fuck, come on, Taemin, just knock this door and -
“ Assistant Lee?”
“ WAAAAH!” And Taemin’s forehead slapped across the hard surface of the door, creating a skirl and the noise of pain escaped off Taemin’s lips. He cursed under his breath to the weak heart he had carried for being easily startled over someone’s voice.
“ Butler Eli,” the personal assistant sighed, “ You scared me.”
“ I apologize, Assistant Lee,” apparently the head butler could not hide a smile witnessing such a funny moment, yet he still kept his voice low, courteous, and gentle. “ But Sir Hyunjin would like to meet the young master soon, he is already heading now to the residence.”
“ Oh, I will tell him,” Taemin swung his hand freely, not forgetting to shoot a glare after Butler Eli wordlessly chuckled because of him, “ but please, knocking your own forehead hurts. Stop laughing.” And he pouted. Butler Eli, nonetheless, said sorry but the smile never once faded from his face, so Taemin gave up. Then the butler excused himself after getting the nod of approval from Taemin and he was long gone behind the turn.
The perfect beauty rubbed his forehead before finally decided to forget about knocking the door first because he was practically certain that Minho had heard it. Now they shared room often - or even everyday - so it wasn’t awkward anymore if he just slipped in, if there were anything than it was just keeping his courtesy in case.
“ Uh,” Taemin kicked the door open, subtly, substantively because a) both of his arms were holding up Yoogeun and b) he didn’t bother to carry the big baby with one hand since the boy was growing up and weighing more. “ Young Master?”
There goes Choi Minho sitting in front of his laptop placed on a custom-made luxurious desk, but he only looked up and tilted. “ Yes?”
“ I want to.. uh..” Taemin scratched his head; although it didn’t feel itchy at all, “ Let Yoogeun sleep here, please?”
“ Sure.”
Taemin began walking nervously and put the big baby gently on the cottony mattress, body curling up and lips puckering due to losing the warmth. Taemin grinned toothily in response, somehow this boy’s cuteness and the charms had somewhat effects on him, not that Taemin was gonna complain.
But it wasn’t the only matter for now. Taemin twisted his neck aside and narrowed the beautiful eyes of him, observing how absorbed his lover was on his work.
Sighing, Taemin made very careful steps forwards.
“ Y, young master?”
Minho was called a halt to the further work by his beautiful assistant and looked towards the other. “ What’s it?”
There was a certain pregnant silent hanging up in the air, awkwardly.
“ Sorry.”
But Minho didn’t change his expression, nor even lifted the elegant brow to his curiosity.
“ For what?”
“ Ugh, for venting my lassitude out on you just now,” Taemin nervously played with his fingers, fisting into a ball and back stretching them. “ I was really tired babysitting and taking care of Yoogeun while he always made such a hassle and ruckus. On impulse, I said something harsh to you.. I am sorry,” Taemin murmured, “ I take them back. I didn’t mean it, sorry.”
Minho stared at the younger male, intent on searching around in those doe eyes for the guilt mixed with love and the other sweet feelings.
“ But it didn’t hurt me as much as you think you make me out to be,” Minho replied, “ so it’s basically fine.”
“ No!! I mean, well, there’s something I gotta point out. I think maybe it’s only me who is good in handling children or something because I quite like kids and it’s fine if you don’t like them as well but at least you can treat Yoogeun well because he’s the nephew of your friend,” Taemin ruffled his hair blindly and added softly, “ Also, forgive me. Things are just getting hard for me since I have to manage my time for doing my job and going to school too.”
Upon hearing the long explanation from the beautiful male made Minho look at him blankly and puffed out a soft sigh. “ Alright, I also apologize for leaving you just like that earlier.. but I need to make something clear before you get a wrong idea about me.”
“ Huh?”
Minho rested his chin on his big palms.
“ It’s not like I hate children. In fact, I can pretty much go along with them and behave nicely, but,” Minho’s eyes rose up to shoot a intent stare at his lover, “ I am not too friendly to him partially because of you.”
Taemin frowned. “ and what does it have to do with me?”
“ Well, Taemin,” the young master dramatically laid his back and stated, “ You only can see me as your top priority. You spent too much time with Yoogeun.”
Taemin took about a minute trying to process what his lover just revealed something like his deepest biggest secret to him, and shot him a dirty look.
“ Don’t tell me.. you are jealous of Yoogeun? Of a child? ”
“ Exactly.”
What a god damn sensitive man..
Taemin face-palmed.
“ Okay.. I think I had enough.” For some reasons Taemin felt stupid asking for an apology, but in the other hand he could not take back his words. “ I.. want to sleep.”
“ Oh, but there’s something I want to say again, Taemin,” Minho’s fingers hold Taemin by pulling his shirt gently; halting the move Taemin was about to make. “ I am incapable without you.”
Taemin turned over, mind still registering the sentence.
“ I am just nothing without you,” Minho utterly confessed, “ So don’t ever leave me.”
That made Taemin become so flustered and gagged. “ Oh God.. but.. I am here, right? What are you saying?” Taemin stammered, “ and let me go, don’t pull my shirt.. Shisus, Young Master. You are really great and even before we become a couple, you could do things by yourself!”
“ Well you think I could, but, no,” Minho’s smiled, hands going down to reach Taemin’s wrist, “ as if.. I have gotten too used to your company.”
Those sweet words affected Taemin’s little heart to thump faster, and a dark red tint crept under his cheeks.
“ I love you.”
Why was Minho’s warmth so real, so right, making him feel weak?
Taemin shyly spun around to face Minho with his red face.
“ Me too.”
Minho chuckled and gently lifted his lover up to his lap, caressing and kissing the rosy cheeks. “ You have no idea what you have done to me. You are perfect.”
If only Minho could hear Taemin’s heartbeat rapidly increasing the pace.
“ .. Uh..”
Hearing the soft whimper make them turn their head and found Yoogeun slowly rubbing his eyes, must be their conversation had awakened him. Taemin quickly got off Minho’s lap and stormed to the bed, followed by Minho with a worry in their face. “ What’s wrong, Yoogeun-ah?”
The boy looked up and his eyes sorted innocently the two figures in front of him, the shorter making a tender expression while the other had a worry and nervous look.
Instead, he pointed out his finger at Minho.
“ Appa..” and shifted it to Taemin, “ Umma..”
They widened their eyes, almost dropping the jaw.
Then it was Minho who finally broke laughter, while the red shade tinted more Taemin’s already pink cheeks.
For the first time, Minho sprawled forwards, crashing onto Yoogeun and pulling him into a bear hug.
“ You smart boy!”
A smile came across Minho’s satisfied face, which surprised Taemin because a while ago Minho was being jealous of the poor innocent child but now, who would ever guess he looked this sweet and adorable embracing Yoogeun?
It left Taemin to pull a smile and laughed softly.
Maybe having a real family won’t be bad at all.
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“ Key, I wonder why you trusted Yoogeun on Taemin and Minho.” Jonghyun spoke up his thought through the call, eyeing the front door of Minho’s private room.
“ Well, I know they can make themselves to be a proud parents, they are capable, so I think I have done something right.”
“ But you know, ever since Minho lost his mother, he is really afraid of losing someone he loves, that’s why he became so sensitive and protective over Taemin,” Jonghyun revealed, “ Yet also I tend to think that rather than becoming afraid, Minho has grown up to be an easily to get jealous man, don’t you think?”
“ I am pretty much aware he might be jealous of Yoogeun, but it can’t be helped. Yoogeun has a charm that even Minho can’t resist.”
Jonghyun laughed heartily.
“ You see..” Then Jonghyun heard a happy laugh coming from Minho’s room, and he was certain that the voice belonged to the young president due to the low inflexion. It changed to Taemin’s chirpy giggle, and Yoogeun’s cute shriek. “ Perhaps you are right, Key.”
“ I never guess something out of the line, thank you very much.”
“ I wonder what charm Yoogeun has..” Jonghyun grinned, and walked away towards his own room. “ Say, do you have a great day with Jinki?”
“ Absolutely. He’s so freaking good in the bed, also how to please me.”
Jonghyun smiled.
“ That sounds so perfect.”
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“ President, may I come in?”
After knocking the door several times with no answer, Sir Hyunjin decided to take a look and twisted the knob carefully, with Butler Eli behind him giving a confused look. As the door was open, the sight of the couple and the little boy sleeping peacefully in the king-sized bed greeted them, as the fingers of Minho and Taemin were intertwined together.
“ Oh God,” Butler Eli felt himself grinning stupidly, “ They look so cute.”
Sir Hyunjin didn’t reply, he only stared at the beautiful sight and finally nodded affirmatively. “ I guess I can see the president in the next morning.”
Butler Eli agreed, but none of them continued the conversation and closed the door instead, letting them sleep peacefully.
Only snores and settled breaths filled the empty space of their night.