Yes, My Master II - 08
Title: Yes, My Master II - 08
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 we’re here,” Minho readjusted the stylish oversized sunglass on the bridge of his pointed nose, “ San Francisco sure looks nice, whenever I visit here.”
Soon to be expected, Taemin saw a dusky limousine pulled up right in front of them proudly, waiting the youngest CEO in the world along with his lover doubling as the personal assistant. Taemin frowned and narrowed his eyes as the result of the shining bright sun. Minho laced his fingers into the empty space between Taemin’s own, holding his lover’s hand protectively and whispering, “ Let’s go.” Which was replied by simple nod. Then the couple, along with Jonghyun and Joon who were coming along with them as their guards stepped in the limousine elegantly. When the ride sped up leaving the place, Taemin’s eyes indulged the beautiful scenery of San Francisco itself. He had never been there, the furthest place he had gone that Taemin could remember was, if he recalled correctly, Washington DC. It was about couple years ago when Minho dragged him to accompany the young president, long before they became a couple. So practically, it had been a long time ago.
“ Have you been here, Milord Jonghyun?”
“ Of course, it was like before I came to Seoul, like, four years ago?”
“ Oh. And how about you, Sir Joon?”
“ I’ve been here couple times when I was still an assassin.”
Crap, everyone here sounds really proud.
Taemin decided to call off the conversation and was about to stare at the tall buildings towering up as if they were close to touch the sky, but as Minho’s shoulder drooped to nudge his, Taemin looked over his shoulder. Minho yawned, tears of sleepiness formed on both corners. “ I am sleepy,” he murmured. Must be the jetlag had hit him.
“ We’re about to arrive soon,” Taemin whispered, hand stroking Minho’s right cheek gently with full of love, and affection. Minho loved the way Taemin acted like that towards him only, making him drowned in pure bliss. It made Minho proud that Taemin had lost everything to him only; heart, virginity, and soul. So was the vice versa.
And when the limousine stopped, one of the bellhops rushed to open the limousine’s door for them. As they came out, Taemin gulped in nervousness seeing such a luxurious hotel soon become the place he was going to stay for around two nights.
Four Seasons Hotel..
The most expensive, luxurious hotel in San Francisco, isn’t it?
Taemin winced at the thought Minho would share the room with him, which meant that Minho’d also appoint a spacious luxurious suit for both of them.
Then will Jonghyun and Joon share a same room too?
Taemin batted his long eyelashes, now that the question had crossed on his mind; I wonder how will it turn out to be?
For some reasons he shuddered and winced upon the possibility, taking up a decision to leave it out.
Minho took Taemin’s hand in and led him into a lift to the 8th floor, followed by Joon and Jonghyun who were to be roommates. They walked to the room, ten doors away from the lift on the left and the bellhop lent a help to slip in the card then soon the door was cracked open. The bellhop shifted to do the same service for Jonghyun and Joon after the couple entered the shared room instantly.
Taemin carried his backpack and dragged his feet solemnly, knowing the atmosphere of this luxurious hotel didn’t match well with him.
Because, seriously.
Equipped by finest elegant furniture sure gave Taemin somewhat burden since he was originally just a commoner, despite his position being Minho’s personal assistant and also the boyfriend.
The beautiful assistant let out a long sigh. It’s going to be a very long day..
Minho, who noticed the changed expression on his lover’s beautiful face, approached the younger male and asked softly, “ What’s with your fucked up face?”
Taemin looked up to meet with Minho’s big eyes. “ Nothing.. The suite looks very expensive.. Is it okay sharing the room with me?”
Minho laughed with that deep voice that buzzed Taemin’s spine and downright his groin, then he pulled his lover onto his lap, looking the boy in the eyes. “ For me it’s more unpleasant if I don’t hold you in my sleep,” he kissed the slimmer boy right on his right cheek, “ Then what am I going to do if you aren’t here beside me?”
Being wrapped in Minho’s strong arms and such sweet words were whispered to him made Taemin blush shyly. The older male leaned up to capture the red lips and kissed him passionately, yet still in a gentle rhyme to show how much Minho treasured his lover, telling in silent promises about how Minho loved him genuinely.
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“ Sir Han Lo, we’ve arrived.”
A guy with thick glasses stepped out of the Mercedes Benz and sent the servitor, along with the driver, a sincere smile of thankfulness. He walked into the skyscraper’s first floor and decided it might be a good chance to go to the restroom so he could check his appearance before the meeting first.
So he did.
He looked at his reflection on the mirror and fixed his fringes properly before finally he felt satisfied at himself. He then ducked his body a little to wash his hands, not paying attention to anything else.
If only he knew, someone had been waiting for a visitor inside that restroom.
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“ The meeting will be held at Transamerica Pyramid, the tallest skyscraper in San Francisco, I think it’s gonna be on the top floor,” Joon explained in detail and Minho nodded in the process of slipping the suit on his toned body. Taemin appeared with a white, elegant top with the almost transparent sleeves and black tight leather pants. He tucked his feet in white ankle boots and grabbed a hold of portfolio on his left hand. He looked up and gave a signal to Minho that he was ready to go. The young CEO beckoned the younger guy to trail after him and Taemin did what he was told exactly. Joon and Jonghyun reflexively walked behind them as the guards. Pairs of eyes were latched on the riveting sight of the four flower boys stepping across the floors with overwhelming confidence even after they got into the limousine.
Sure thing, the same reaction was given as soon as they arrived at the Transamerica Pyramid and strode over, whispers of amazement and dazzled looks on the scent of their arrival. Taemin eyed one by one the young men who were enchanted by his beauty, which would never age even if each time had passed and he grew older. Taemin graced up a sinfully beautiful smile as the proper greet that soon became sweet arrow jabbing those men’s heart. Minho swished, not looking happy at the perverted males targeting on his Taemin, so he latched their hands together calmly to remark whose his, to show everyone who Taemin belonged to. Of course, grunts of disappointment and hiss were the responds of Minho’s blunt action.
It was no longer a secret that the young president, the youngest CEO of Choi Company already got himself a very precious lover ever since the public announcement through national television three years ago and soon was broadcasted through all TV channels internationally, titled as ‘A Brave yet Romantic Public Confession from The Youngest CEO’. But none of them knew that the lover’s identity was this graceful and gorgeous. So perfect; the slender figure and the beauty that every male in this world was willing to make him as their own; Choi Minho must be the god damn luckiest man in this entire world.
Several dings later until the door was opened and the four walked out with undeniable charisma no one could ever take their eyes off. As they reached the hall, Minho took the main seat at the front, with both Jonghyun and Joon beside him, also Taemin stood up gracefully behind his seat.
All was the executive CEOs and the heads of some famous companies. Partially because they wanted to affiliate with Choi Company or listen to the young president’s presentation, which surely would blow their minds after the meeting, ended.
It was two minutes after Minho’s arrival when a tall, yet sturdy-figured man with shiny, well-groomed brown hairs and thick glasses framing half of his face suddenly came in.
“ I apologize for my lateness, President,” he bowed, “ I am the representative of Glencore International’s CEO, Ivan Glasenberg. Our company is located in Switzerland. My name is Wan Han Lo.”
“ I’ve heard about Sir Glasenberg’s company and I feel honored that the representative has attended the meeting,” Minho smiled, “ Please take the seat.”
The man nodded courteously and did what Minho had told him to. He put his briefcase under the edge of the boardroom table and positioned himself to get ready for the meeting.
Minho’s gaze swept all over the room to ascertain whether he could start the meeting and then he smirked, both palms supported on the long boardroom table.
“ Ladies and Gentlemen, thank you for your coming in this rendezvous,” he greeted modestly, a confident smile never vanished from his face, “ My name is Choi Minho, the CEO of Choi Company, also the young president who works under my father’s surveillance. Pleasure to meet you all.”
Thus, the meeting was officially started after Minho’s short introduction.
Everything was going smoothly, like when Minho talked about the reason he purchased on the real estate in Monte Carlo and the land in New York City, with Taemin’s help to explain the base structures Choi Company was planning.
Minho continued, “ The real estate in Monte Carlo; instead of only as a residence, one of its expediencies is to be the place where Choi Company’s affiliations can hold a meeting in the center because we’re gonna establish the most luxurious apartment with the best facilities, ideal location, and pleasurable service that all this time no one has afforded it.
As for the land in New York City, we’re planning to set up a resort with a theme about four seasons. Whenever you feel like to relish any season you want, our business is the right choice you can take.”
With that satisfying short speech for almost two hours, Minho bowed as his gratitude and went back to his seat. The other CEOs and representatives looked blown in amazement after seeing the design and convincing slides of the presentation, not to mention the layers of confidence laced Minho’s tone that swept their mind away during the meeting. Claps of admiration and compliments were following after as soon as Minho sat on his chair.
“ Wonderful, President Choi!”
“ My company is already willing to affiliate with yours!”
The young president plastered a thankful smile, so did the other three behind him, and stooped his head in decency.
“ Thank you very much.”
Taemin grinned stupidly, ignoring the fact that other people might have been watching them. “ Your presentation was really great! I am sure a lot of people have been attracted with your speech, I was nearly mesmerized but I knew I needed to have a grip of myself before I lose control,” he giggled, praising his boyfriend sincerely.
“ Well Minho, I didn’t know that your tone could convince them that far, although you didn’t put so much effort,” Jonghyun whistled, “ Way to go, cousin. No wonder everyone calls you the silver-tongued guy; albeit, yeah, why must it be silver?”
Joon blinked, could not help but also wonder.
Minho shrugged between his chuckles. “ I don’t know, but at least I have finished the presentation so I think I can relax,” then Minho pulled Taemin closer to his chest and kissed the boy’s jaw. “ I want to spend my time with you.”
Taemin tiptoed to brush their lips together. “ Pleasure is mine.”
While Jonghyun and Joon fanned themselves with their hands, looking away, not wanting to witness such a cheesy moment happening in front of them.
“ Come on, boys! Publically making out is no no!” Jonghyun exclaimed, “ Now let’s go back to the hotel! I can’t stand seeing you two - Minho, please get a better grip of yourself! You can’t lose control on Taemin in the lobby, you dickhead! Everyone is watching!”
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All the while, there was an employee swinging into the restroom on the first floor to wash off the dirt on his fingers. He turned away to push the stall door and walk in, but what greeted him was completely different from what he thought nothing.
He widened his eyes, almost shrieking in shock at the figure sitting on the closet, helplessly in wife beater and dark brown slacks. The poor figure was deeply unconscious, a white fabric gagged his mouth and his hands were tied securely on his back.
The employee immediately rushed in and freed the poor man. He checked the pulse - thankfully the man was still breathing. The employee shook the man’s body to resuscitate him and when he was awake, the employee could not describe how relieved he was.
“ Sir.. Are you okay?”
“ Uh.. yeah..” The man rubbed his forehead and winced. His head felt like spinning around.
“ What are you doing here?” The employee asked worriedly, “ And why were you being tied? Do you remember what happened?”
The man sighed, “ All I can remember is.. I was washing my hands before I went to the meeting which was held by the CEO of Choi Company and intended to leave the restroom.. until a tall figure locked my hands altogether from behind with one movement and he put something like a piece of cloth on my face.. then I inhaled the scent, I realized it was anesthetic.. then everything was black.”
Hearing the honest statement made the employee shocked, he never imagined that there would be a crime happened in this skyscraper because the security was sort of strict.
Could it be.. someone was coming to this place in a disguise?
“ Oh God,” the man mumbled, “ I can’t see anything. That mysterious guy took my glasses away..”
The employee felt a pity in his heart; moreover this man was rather skinny and not too tall either, he must not have had any strength even just to struggle.
“ Come on, I will help you, Sir,” he offered a hand and the man was more than glad to accept. “ What’s your name?”
The poor man breathed heavily since he wasn’t capable to support his body any longer so he leaned in, muttering weakly,
‘Wan Han Lo.’
a/n:
1) Transamerica Pyramid:
2) Four Seasons Hotel:
3) Glencore International, Baar - Switzerland; Its primary industry is raw material & the CEO's name is Ivan Glasenberg.
All of these informations really exist, therefore the plot & Wan Han Lo as the representative in this chapter are completely just fictional.
“ So we’re here,” Minho readjusted the stylish oversized sunglass on the bridge of his pointed nose, “ San Francisco sure looks nice, whenever I visit here.”
Soon to be expected, Taemin saw a dusky limousine pulled up right in front of them proudly, waiting the youngest CEO in the world along with his lover doubling as the personal assistant. Taemin frowned and narrowed his eyes as the result of the shining bright sun. Minho laced his fingers into the empty space between Taemin’s own, holding his lover’s hand protectively and whispering, “ Let’s go.” Which was replied by simple nod. Then the couple, along with Jonghyun and Joon who were coming along with them as their guards stepped in the limousine elegantly. When the ride sped up leaving the place, Taemin’s eyes indulged the beautiful scenery of San Francisco itself. He had never been there, the furthest place he had gone that Taemin could remember was, if he recalled correctly, Washington DC. It was about couple years ago when Minho dragged him to accompany the young president, long before they became a couple. So practically, it had been a long time ago.
“ Have you been here, Milord Jonghyun?”
“ Of course, it was like before I came to Seoul, like, four years ago?”
“ Oh. And how about you, Sir Joon?”
“ I’ve been here couple times when I was still an assassin.”
Crap, everyone here sounds really proud.
Taemin decided to call off the conversation and was about to stare at the tall buildings towering up as if they were close to touch the sky, but as Minho’s shoulder drooped to nudge his, Taemin looked over his shoulder. Minho yawned, tears of sleepiness formed on both corners. “ I am sleepy,” he murmured. Must be the jetlag had hit him.
“ We’re about to arrive soon,” Taemin whispered, hand stroking Minho’s right cheek gently with full of love, and affection. Minho loved the way Taemin acted like that towards him only, making him drowned in pure bliss. It made Minho proud that Taemin had lost everything to him only; heart, virginity, and soul. So was the vice versa.
And when the limousine stopped, one of the bellhops rushed to open the limousine’s door for them. As they came out, Taemin gulped in nervousness seeing such a luxurious hotel soon become the place he was going to stay for around two nights.
Four Seasons Hotel..
The most expensive, luxurious hotel in San Francisco, isn’t it?
Taemin winced at the thought Minho would share the room with him, which meant that Minho’d also appoint a spacious luxurious suit for both of them.
Then will Jonghyun and Joon share a same room too?
Taemin batted his long eyelashes, now that the question had crossed on his mind; I wonder how will it turn out to be?
For some reasons he shuddered and winced upon the possibility, taking up a decision to leave it out.
Minho took Taemin’s hand in and led him into a lift to the 8th floor, followed by Joon and Jonghyun who were to be roommates. They walked to the room, ten doors away from the lift on the left and the bellhop lent a help to slip in the card then soon the door was cracked open. The bellhop shifted to do the same service for Jonghyun and Joon after the couple entered the shared room instantly.
Taemin carried his backpack and dragged his feet solemnly, knowing the atmosphere of this luxurious hotel didn’t match well with him.
Because, seriously.
Equipped by finest elegant furniture sure gave Taemin somewhat burden since he was originally just a commoner, despite his position being Minho’s personal assistant and also the boyfriend.
The beautiful assistant let out a long sigh. It’s going to be a very long day..
Minho, who noticed the changed expression on his lover’s beautiful face, approached the younger male and asked softly, “ What’s with your fucked up face?”
Taemin looked up to meet with Minho’s big eyes. “ Nothing.. The suite looks very expensive.. Is it okay sharing the room with me?”
Minho laughed with that deep voice that buzzed Taemin’s spine and downright his groin, then he pulled his lover onto his lap, looking the boy in the eyes. “ For me it’s more unpleasant if I don’t hold you in my sleep,” he kissed the slimmer boy right on his right cheek, “ Then what am I going to do if you aren’t here beside me?”
Being wrapped in Minho’s strong arms and such sweet words were whispered to him made Taemin blush shyly. The older male leaned up to capture the red lips and kissed him passionately, yet still in a gentle rhyme to show how much Minho treasured his lover, telling in silent promises about how Minho loved him genuinely.
.
.
.
“ Sir Han Lo, we’ve arrived.”
A guy with thick glasses stepped out of the Mercedes Benz and sent the servitor, along with the driver, a sincere smile of thankfulness. He walked into the skyscraper’s first floor and decided it might be a good chance to go to the restroom so he could check his appearance before the meeting first.
So he did.
He looked at his reflection on the mirror and fixed his fringes properly before finally he felt satisfied at himself. He then ducked his body a little to wash his hands, not paying attention to anything else.
If only he knew, someone had been waiting for a visitor inside that restroom.
.
.
.
“ The meeting will be held at Transamerica Pyramid, the tallest skyscraper in San Francisco, I think it’s gonna be on the top floor,” Joon explained in detail and Minho nodded in the process of slipping the suit on his toned body. Taemin appeared with a white, elegant top with the almost transparent sleeves and black tight leather pants. He tucked his feet in white ankle boots and grabbed a hold of portfolio on his left hand. He looked up and gave a signal to Minho that he was ready to go. The young CEO beckoned the younger guy to trail after him and Taemin did what he was told exactly. Joon and Jonghyun reflexively walked behind them as the guards. Pairs of eyes were latched on the riveting sight of the four flower boys stepping across the floors with overwhelming confidence even after they got into the limousine.
Sure thing, the same reaction was given as soon as they arrived at the Transamerica Pyramid and strode over, whispers of amazement and dazzled looks on the scent of their arrival. Taemin eyed one by one the young men who were enchanted by his beauty, which would never age even if each time had passed and he grew older. Taemin graced up a sinfully beautiful smile as the proper greet that soon became sweet arrow jabbing those men’s heart. Minho swished, not looking happy at the perverted males targeting on his Taemin, so he latched their hands together calmly to remark whose his, to show everyone who Taemin belonged to. Of course, grunts of disappointment and hiss were the responds of Minho’s blunt action.
It was no longer a secret that the young president, the youngest CEO of Choi Company already got himself a very precious lover ever since the public announcement through national television three years ago and soon was broadcasted through all TV channels internationally, titled as ‘A Brave yet Romantic Public Confession from The Youngest CEO’. But none of them knew that the lover’s identity was this graceful and gorgeous. So perfect; the slender figure and the beauty that every male in this world was willing to make him as their own; Choi Minho must be the god damn luckiest man in this entire world.
Several dings later until the door was opened and the four walked out with undeniable charisma no one could ever take their eyes off. As they reached the hall, Minho took the main seat at the front, with both Jonghyun and Joon beside him, also Taemin stood up gracefully behind his seat.
All was the executive CEOs and the heads of some famous companies. Partially because they wanted to affiliate with Choi Company or listen to the young president’s presentation, which surely would blow their minds after the meeting, ended.
It was two minutes after Minho’s arrival when a tall, yet sturdy-figured man with shiny, well-groomed brown hairs and thick glasses framing half of his face suddenly came in.
“ I apologize for my lateness, President,” he bowed, “ I am the representative of Glencore International’s CEO, Ivan Glasenberg. Our company is located in Switzerland. My name is Wan Han Lo.”
“ I’ve heard about Sir Glasenberg’s company and I feel honored that the representative has attended the meeting,” Minho smiled, “ Please take the seat.”
The man nodded courteously and did what Minho had told him to. He put his briefcase under the edge of the boardroom table and positioned himself to get ready for the meeting.
Minho’s gaze swept all over the room to ascertain whether he could start the meeting and then he smirked, both palms supported on the long boardroom table.
“ Ladies and Gentlemen, thank you for your coming in this rendezvous,” he greeted modestly, a confident smile never vanished from his face, “ My name is Choi Minho, the CEO of Choi Company, also the young president who works under my father’s surveillance. Pleasure to meet you all.”
Thus, the meeting was officially started after Minho’s short introduction.
Everything was going smoothly, like when Minho talked about the reason he purchased on the real estate in Monte Carlo and the land in New York City, with Taemin’s help to explain the base structures Choi Company was planning.
Minho continued, “ The real estate in Monte Carlo; instead of only as a residence, one of its expediencies is to be the place where Choi Company’s affiliations can hold a meeting in the center because we’re gonna establish the most luxurious apartment with the best facilities, ideal location, and pleasurable service that all this time no one has afforded it.
As for the land in New York City, we’re planning to set up a resort with a theme about four seasons. Whenever you feel like to relish any season you want, our business is the right choice you can take.”
With that satisfying short speech for almost two hours, Minho bowed as his gratitude and went back to his seat. The other CEOs and representatives looked blown in amazement after seeing the design and convincing slides of the presentation, not to mention the layers of confidence laced Minho’s tone that swept their mind away during the meeting. Claps of admiration and compliments were following after as soon as Minho sat on his chair.
“ Wonderful, President Choi!”
“ My company is already willing to affiliate with yours!”
The young president plastered a thankful smile, so did the other three behind him, and stooped his head in decency.
“ Thank you very much.”
Taemin grinned stupidly, ignoring the fact that other people might have been watching them. “ Your presentation was really great! I am sure a lot of people have been attracted with your speech, I was nearly mesmerized but I knew I needed to have a grip of myself before I lose control,” he giggled, praising his boyfriend sincerely.
“ Well Minho, I didn’t know that your tone could convince them that far, although you didn’t put so much effort,” Jonghyun whistled, “ Way to go, cousin. No wonder everyone calls you the silver-tongued guy; albeit, yeah, why must it be silver?”
Joon blinked, could not help but also wonder.
Minho shrugged between his chuckles. “ I don’t know, but at least I have finished the presentation so I think I can relax,” then Minho pulled Taemin closer to his chest and kissed the boy’s jaw. “ I want to spend my time with you.”
Taemin tiptoed to brush their lips together. “ Pleasure is mine.”
While Jonghyun and Joon fanned themselves with their hands, looking away, not wanting to witness such a cheesy moment happening in front of them.
“ Come on, boys! Publically making out is no no!” Jonghyun exclaimed, “ Now let’s go back to the hotel! I can’t stand seeing you two - Minho, please get a better grip of yourself! You can’t lose control on Taemin in the lobby, you dickhead! Everyone is watching!”
.
.
.
All the while, there was an employee swinging into the restroom on the first floor to wash off the dirt on his fingers. He turned away to push the stall door and walk in, but what greeted him was completely different from what he thought nothing.
He widened his eyes, almost shrieking in shock at the figure sitting on the closet, helplessly in wife beater and dark brown slacks. The poor figure was deeply unconscious, a white fabric gagged his mouth and his hands were tied securely on his back.
The employee immediately rushed in and freed the poor man. He checked the pulse - thankfully the man was still breathing. The employee shook the man’s body to resuscitate him and when he was awake, the employee could not describe how relieved he was.
“ Sir.. Are you okay?”
“ Uh.. yeah..” The man rubbed his forehead and winced. His head felt like spinning around.
“ What are you doing here?” The employee asked worriedly, “ And why were you being tied? Do you remember what happened?”
The man sighed, “ All I can remember is.. I was washing my hands before I went to the meeting which was held by the CEO of Choi Company and intended to leave the restroom.. until a tall figure locked my hands altogether from behind with one movement and he put something like a piece of cloth on my face.. then I inhaled the scent, I realized it was anesthetic.. then everything was black.”
Hearing the honest statement made the employee shocked, he never imagined that there would be a crime happened in this skyscraper because the security was sort of strict.
Could it be.. someone was coming to this place in a disguise?
“ Oh God,” the man mumbled, “ I can’t see anything. That mysterious guy took my glasses away..”
The employee felt a pity in his heart; moreover this man was rather skinny and not too tall either, he must not have had any strength even just to struggle.
“ Come on, I will help you, Sir,” he offered a hand and the man was more than glad to accept. “ What’s your name?”
The poor man breathed heavily since he wasn’t capable to support his body any longer so he leaned in, muttering weakly,
‘Wan Han Lo.’
a/n:
1) Transamerica Pyramid:
2) Four Seasons Hotel:
3) Glencore International, Baar - Switzerland; Its primary industry is raw material & the CEO's name is Ivan Glasenberg.
All of these informations really exist, therefore the plot & Wan Han Lo as the representative in this chapter are completely just fictional.