.Servitude By Pleasure
.Servitude By Pleasure
.Jaemin, PG-13
.The twin to this.
His long legs were wrapped in socks, covering the golden chocolate skin with smooth cotton halfway up his thighs. An inch of skin shows before it disappears under layers of white laces and black base cloth. His skirt blooms in his waist, short and delicate like a flower. The laced white apron was tied around his waist and blooms into a bowtie behind his back. The black bonbon in his shoulders fluffs cutely in the same shade of black as his corset, tightly wound around his chest with laces on its hem above his breast. A white hair band with laces sits on top of his shoulder-long soft blonde hair, curving inwards around his head and perfectly finishing his maid outfit.
“There, all done.” He says, as he sweeps the last dust specks off the bookshelves. He wipes his forehead in relief. The sight of a clean house brings happiness into his heart as he re-inspects the place for any spots he might have missed. After checking that the house is spotless, he heads to the kitchen. The whistling sound of a pot on fire soon rings through the house as Changmin brews the afternoon tea and prepares the cookies.
Setting the table in complete silence, he puts the tray of cookies next to the brewed tea. Each move he makes is done without any sound. As he sets the last dish on the table, he sigh another relief, one more daily task clear from his list. He goes back to the kitchen, makes himself a plain cup of tea, and sits calmly on a stool by the stove.
Just as his mind started to doze off, the sound of a car coming in was heard. He jumps on his feet and puts his tea down; the cup was still full of brown water. “Coming!” he says, and before the doorbell even rings he opens the door and smiles. “Welcome home, master!”
The blonde man stands with a big smirk on his face. “I’m home, Minnie.” Changmin smiles even bigger and quickly he takes the suitcase from his master. “How was work today, master?” He asks cheerily. His master turns a bit gloomy and puts on a pout. “Horrible. Meeting dragged on for hours and it was totally useless. We could’ve solved it in a minute.” He wraps his arms around his maid, pulling him close and inhales his scent. “I sure missed you, babe.”
Changmin blushes and shrieks before pulling away. “Please master, I’m not that worthy.” But he deepens his scarlet cheeks before continuing. “But I missed you too, if that ever matters.” Jaejoong quickly pulls Changmin closer again. Changmin let a few second pass, secretly enjoying it before he pulls away.
“I’ve prepared the afternoon tea, master, if you would like to enjoy it before dinner.” He curtsies before he runs inside to put away the suitcase. Jaejoong smiles, closing the door behind him as he walks away. He makes his way to the dining table, placed next to a large glass wall that gives a sight of the city through it. He smiles at the decorated table, everything proper and prim, typical Changmin’s sign of work. He sits down and Changmin suddenly appears next to him. “Let me pour the tea for you, master. Which cookies would you like today?” He asks.
“Umm…” Jaejoong carefully searches the assortment laid out in front of him. The colorful marzipans almost caught him until a small tray filled with simple brown cookies hidden behind it appears in his eyes. He smirks. “I believe that one is homemade?”
“Ah, yes.” Changmin blushes. “I’m sorry, I tried to bake some, and it’s all charred up. Oh!” He stretches his hand to stop Jaejoong’s. “Please, master, don’t eat that! I-I assure you, it doesn’t taste nice!” But his efforts were fruitless as Jaejoong already pushed the cookie into his mouth. It was hard and rough, but it was chocolate all right, right down to the smallest particle it was pure dark chocolate. Jaejoong smiles. “I love it.”
“Oh, master.” Changmin blushes. “Please, have some of your tea to wash off that nasty taste from my cookies.” But Jaejoong shakes his head. “I refuse to take one gulp of the tea until all the taste from this cookie disappears on its own.” He takes another piece and chomps it down, hands crossed tight in his chest. Changmin gives a small chuckle.
“Okay then. Would you like to bathe while you wait for it to dissipate?” He suggests. He quickly continues after he sees a small nod from his master. “I’ll prepare the bath now. I’ll put the scented bubbles in and I do hope you start using them for scent purposes instead of playing with them. I’ll prepare dinner while you bathe so if there’s anything you’d like for tonight then please inform me now, master.”
Jaejoong smirks a little at his maid’s sudden bossiness. It’s his trait to get so fussy about his master that it drives him to the point of ordering Jaejoong around. Of course, Jaejoong rarely says no since that was one of the cutest moments of Changmin. “Please don’t cook yet, I might need some help during my bath time since my back is aching from sitting too much today.”
“Right then. I’ll be preparing your bath now, master. Excuse me.” Changmin curts and he runs to his master’s room, closing the door slowly. Once Changmin was out of sight, Jaejoong sighs.
“These cookies are tough.”
“I heard that!” A yell comes back. “I told you to not eat it, now wash it down before you get in the bath, master!”
Jaejoong chuckles and he pours himself a cup of tea. Sipping it straight without any sugar, he contemplates on the scent. Silence comes by as he clinks the cup back to its saucer and sighs deeply in content.
And then a scream comes from the bath room.
Jaejoong runs quickly to the source of the voice, the one voice he never wanted to get hurt.
“Changmin! Are you okay?” He says as he slams the door open.
In the bathtub, Changmin lies on his back, his feet dangling from the edge as his head was on the marble bottom of the tub. The shower was jettisoning him with water.
“I slipped.”
And Jaejoong blares into a laughter, earning himself a full pout from his maid.
“I’m sorry, okay? I was a little bit clumsy.” He admits. “I accidentally pressed the knob, I got sprayed by water, the next thing I know is I’m in this damn tub hanging upside down.” He huffs and grunts.
“Aww, that’s okay.” Jaejoong smiles as he walks over to help him get up. “I’m just happy you’re not hurt.” He pulls Changmin up into his arms. The maid blushes.
“Thank you for caring so much.” He mumbles, but his cheeks were already swarmed by pecks from his master.
“Don’t be. I should be thanking you.” Jaejoong says between his kisses to the blushing skin. “You’re the cutest thing I’ve ever seen and it’s my honor to love you.” He kisses and kisses, Changmin closing his eyes in shame.
“M-master…” He huffs but Jaejoong’s hands were already all on his body and his coherency was running dry. His voice turns into lustful moans as Jaejoong starts using his tongue to trace his skin. He can’t even realize that Jaejoong were starting to undress him, his apron, and skirt slowly falling to the ground.
///
Changmin blinks his eyes sheepishly, opening it from a light slumber.
“Did you just fell asleep? We’re in the tub, Changmin.” Jaejoong chuckles, his hand tracing Changmin’s fluffy cheeks. Changmin hides his face again, curling deeper into Jaejoong’s hold.
“It was comforting.” He blushes. “You’re so warm, master.”
Jaejoong grins. He lands a kiss on Changmin’s cheeks. “Come on, we need to get you laid in bed properly.”
“Wha? Wait, no! Master, you mustn’t!” But Jaejoong already stood up and with one move he sweeps Changmin’s body easily. Ignoring the screams and yelps from Changmin, he carries his maid’s naked body bridal-style and into his bed.
“Now, round 2?” Jaejoong smirks. Changmin went vermillion.
“Give me 10 minutes please.”
///
Changmin stares into the face sleeping in front of him. Exhaustion was clear on Jaejoong’s face as they had spent the afternoon doing nothing but having exchanges of passion and desires. The moment the night shines its darkness on the sky Jaejoong falls into slumber in Changmin’s arms. Slowly he caresses the smooth pale cheek of his master, his thoughts lying elsewhere outside his head.
“Can I really have you, for my own?” He mumbles.
///
Born from the richest family in town, Jaejoong wasn’t exactly a normal kid. He was born with the fairest skin and strongest arms, yet he was petite and lithe in his figure. Girls envy him and boys lust over him, sometimes the other way around but that also happens a lot. He was neck-deep in money from the day that he was born and he never had to work for anything, it would all come to him. Success even bows his head to him once he stepped in the business and shoots him up the ladders of both career- and social living-wise.
While Changmin, on the other hand, born into a lineage of family dedicated to serve Jaejoong’s household for generations. He was born two years after Jaejoong, and from birth he was assigned to serve Jaejoong. He was smart, bright, and witty. But the fact that his future was confined to being someone’s servant didn’t elude him. He learned to accept the facts simply because it was unavoidable.
///
Jaejoong wakes up to an empty and pristine bed, the room clean from any specks of dust. Cringing from the sudden empty feeling that hit him, he walks to the bathroom. The mirror showed a young executive, at the top of his game but has just woken up, glaring back at him. Jaejoong adores himself, chuckling at his reflection. I am successful in career, rich in money, but I can’t even get the one I love so badly. He splashes some water on himself and the mirror, breaking away from the after-sleep haze. When he walks out, Changmin beams at him.
“Which suit would you like to use today, master?” He grins, a sleek black suit on one hand and a tweed one on the other one.
///
Changmin looks at the floor in boredom. Jaejoong has left the house, the floor has been mopped, the garden has been swept, and even the roof has been fixed. And still two hours from lunch. He groans, half-heartedly walking through the house. He stops in front of Jaejoong’s room, feeling the wooden door in his touch. He turns the knob slowly, as if trying hard not to wake anything inside even when it’s completely deserted of life at the moment.
The room looks pristine, wooden floor and matching sheets with wallpapers that exudes elegance, one that always sends shivers down Changmin’s pretty spine. He walks to the bed, sitting softly on the mattress. Tracing the last bit of warmth left on the smooth surface, his hands roam slowly. In the middle of the cold and desolate room the sheets calls for him and suddenly he was laying on the bed, feet hanging off the side and head on the pillows.
He spends a few minutes drawing abstract trails with his fingers on the sheets. His eyes wander aimlessly until it closes until a certain nightstand by the bed and its three shelves.
///
My house is as good as yours, Changmin. You don’t have to clean everything; just don’t let dusts settle in too much. I leave this whole house to you to take care and nurture, take anything you want and leave anything you want. But I only ask you one thing.
Don’t ever look in the third shelf of the nightstand.
There’s always a space Changmin can’t go inside Jaejoong, and Changmin doesn’t think he deserves to be there anyway.
///
When Changmin opens his eyes, there were no more sunshine outside and the lights were on.
“Had a good nap, didn’t you?”
Changmin turns around to see his master, lying next to him and staring back. Usually he would jolts up and panics, but somehow Changmin smiles goofily. And then he went back to sleep.
Jaejoong dismisses it easily and lets Changmin be. He moves slowly off the bed and makes himself instant noodles for dinner before creeping back in bed with Changmin.
///
I can’t have him dwindle on any longer, he’s not getting any younger, and the time is slipping. He’s in the peak of his success, the top of his mountain. I’m more than glad to be allowed to live in it, but it’s about time I know where I belong and get off his back.
It’s time I disappear and let him be free.
///
But soon it’s not something he can easily let go. Changmin snoozes whenever he can and it’s starting to irk him how many nights have passed without him eating Changmin’s food due to him oversleeping in the afternoon.
“Are you okay?” Jaejoong asks one rare night after eating dinner not made by himself. “You’ve been looking really tired recently.” He runs his hand to catch his maid’s, pulling him to his lap.
Changmin shakes his head slowly. “I have no idea, master. It just seems like days are flying now and I can’t keep my head up.” He leans his head to Jaejoong’s shoulder, breathing slowly to leave a breeze through Jaejoong’s shirt. His master smiles.
“Are you sure? I can’t have you slacking off while cooking, you know.” He cheerfully flicks Changmin’s nose, but when he looks down Changmin’s already asleep.
///
The length of the sleep goes longer and longer. From the afternoons, now even sometimes Jaejoong have to wake Changmin up when he goes for work. The chance of Changmin opening his door as he comes home from work gets sparser and finally Jaejoong forces him to consult a doctor.
They can’t find anything wrong. Changmin’s perfectly healthy with no speck of health issues anywhere. Most say exhaustion to be the reason, one that Changmin objects fiercely but finally give up. He comes home from the umpteenth doctor with another bag of medication and Jaejoong thinks it’s getting too serious.
“Is there something on your mind right now?” Jaejoong asks, Changmin sitting on his lap.
“Nothing.” Changmin hums.
“Well, how do you feel right now?”
“Um.” Changmin fidgets, eyes gazing downwards. “A little bit sleepy, actually.”
“Has anything been bothering you lately.”
“Umm.” Changmin fidgets. “Nothing, really. I’m really content, master.”
“Okay then.” He pulls Changmin to lean on him. The maid quickly finds his niche in Jaejoong’s neck and plays with the hem of Jaejoong’s shirt.
“What do you want to do now?”
“Will you, umm.” Jaejoong looks down and sees Changmin blushing furiously.
“Will you sing me to sleep?”
///
“What do you mean you can’t figure it out?!” Jaejoong slams his fist on the table, making all the doctors in the room jump up in shock. “Are you a bunch of idiots with jackets or something?! Aren’t you all being paid to fucking know?!”
“W-well, Kim-sshi.” Jaejoong groans and leans back on his chair. “We’ve tried everything we can, but we still can’t diagnose why-“
“Then look harder!” He screams. “I don’t care, get off your lazy asses, and found why the hell is he sleeping like that!”
“Well, we’ve concluded that Mr. Shim has lapsed into a coma-“
“I can fucking see that! What I’m asking is simply why?!”
“Perhaps, Mr. Kim,” a female doctor says slowly, “there are psychological issues behind this?”
Jaejoong looks like he’s been slapped in the face.
///
In my dreams, he’s smiling as bright as the sun, with no care about the world.
In my dreams, he’s holding me close, with his hand around me and nothing else.
In my dreams, I’m kissing him and I have to, else I’d die.
In my dreams, there’s nothing between us.
He’s mine, and I’m his.
But it’s about time this dream wakes up.
///
Jaejoong flicks the small box in his hand around, toying with it as he fights back the all the feelings he’s containing. He opens the box and sighs.
“You’re the only one for this.” He looks to the body in front of him, sleeping eternally.
“This ring is for your fingers, Changmin. And this Jaejoong is for you.”
“Hello, Mr. Kim? We’re very sorry about this, but Mr. Shim has just emitted his last pulse.”
.Jaemin, PG-13
.The twin to this.
His long legs were wrapped in socks, covering the golden chocolate skin with smooth cotton halfway up his thighs. An inch of skin shows before it disappears under layers of white laces and black base cloth. His skirt blooms in his waist, short and delicate like a flower. The laced white apron was tied around his waist and blooms into a bowtie behind his back. The black bonbon in his shoulders fluffs cutely in the same shade of black as his corset, tightly wound around his chest with laces on its hem above his breast. A white hair band with laces sits on top of his shoulder-long soft blonde hair, curving inwards around his head and perfectly finishing his maid outfit.
“There, all done.” He says, as he sweeps the last dust specks off the bookshelves. He wipes his forehead in relief. The sight of a clean house brings happiness into his heart as he re-inspects the place for any spots he might have missed. After checking that the house is spotless, he heads to the kitchen. The whistling sound of a pot on fire soon rings through the house as Changmin brews the afternoon tea and prepares the cookies.
Setting the table in complete silence, he puts the tray of cookies next to the brewed tea. Each move he makes is done without any sound. As he sets the last dish on the table, he sigh another relief, one more daily task clear from his list. He goes back to the kitchen, makes himself a plain cup of tea, and sits calmly on a stool by the stove.
Just as his mind started to doze off, the sound of a car coming in was heard. He jumps on his feet and puts his tea down; the cup was still full of brown water. “Coming!” he says, and before the doorbell even rings he opens the door and smiles. “Welcome home, master!”
The blonde man stands with a big smirk on his face. “I’m home, Minnie.” Changmin smiles even bigger and quickly he takes the suitcase from his master. “How was work today, master?” He asks cheerily. His master turns a bit gloomy and puts on a pout. “Horrible. Meeting dragged on for hours and it was totally useless. We could’ve solved it in a minute.” He wraps his arms around his maid, pulling him close and inhales his scent. “I sure missed you, babe.”
Changmin blushes and shrieks before pulling away. “Please master, I’m not that worthy.” But he deepens his scarlet cheeks before continuing. “But I missed you too, if that ever matters.” Jaejoong quickly pulls Changmin closer again. Changmin let a few second pass, secretly enjoying it before he pulls away.
“I’ve prepared the afternoon tea, master, if you would like to enjoy it before dinner.” He curtsies before he runs inside to put away the suitcase. Jaejoong smiles, closing the door behind him as he walks away. He makes his way to the dining table, placed next to a large glass wall that gives a sight of the city through it. He smiles at the decorated table, everything proper and prim, typical Changmin’s sign of work. He sits down and Changmin suddenly appears next to him. “Let me pour the tea for you, master. Which cookies would you like today?” He asks.
“Umm…” Jaejoong carefully searches the assortment laid out in front of him. The colorful marzipans almost caught him until a small tray filled with simple brown cookies hidden behind it appears in his eyes. He smirks. “I believe that one is homemade?”
“Ah, yes.” Changmin blushes. “I’m sorry, I tried to bake some, and it’s all charred up. Oh!” He stretches his hand to stop Jaejoong’s. “Please, master, don’t eat that! I-I assure you, it doesn’t taste nice!” But his efforts were fruitless as Jaejoong already pushed the cookie into his mouth. It was hard and rough, but it was chocolate all right, right down to the smallest particle it was pure dark chocolate. Jaejoong smiles. “I love it.”
“Oh, master.” Changmin blushes. “Please, have some of your tea to wash off that nasty taste from my cookies.” But Jaejoong shakes his head. “I refuse to take one gulp of the tea until all the taste from this cookie disappears on its own.” He takes another piece and chomps it down, hands crossed tight in his chest. Changmin gives a small chuckle.
“Okay then. Would you like to bathe while you wait for it to dissipate?” He suggests. He quickly continues after he sees a small nod from his master. “I’ll prepare the bath now. I’ll put the scented bubbles in and I do hope you start using them for scent purposes instead of playing with them. I’ll prepare dinner while you bathe so if there’s anything you’d like for tonight then please inform me now, master.”
Jaejoong smirks a little at his maid’s sudden bossiness. It’s his trait to get so fussy about his master that it drives him to the point of ordering Jaejoong around. Of course, Jaejoong rarely says no since that was one of the cutest moments of Changmin. “Please don’t cook yet, I might need some help during my bath time since my back is aching from sitting too much today.”
“Right then. I’ll be preparing your bath now, master. Excuse me.” Changmin curts and he runs to his master’s room, closing the door slowly. Once Changmin was out of sight, Jaejoong sighs.
“These cookies are tough.”
“I heard that!” A yell comes back. “I told you to not eat it, now wash it down before you get in the bath, master!”
Jaejoong chuckles and he pours himself a cup of tea. Sipping it straight without any sugar, he contemplates on the scent. Silence comes by as he clinks the cup back to its saucer and sighs deeply in content.
And then a scream comes from the bath room.
Jaejoong runs quickly to the source of the voice, the one voice he never wanted to get hurt.
“Changmin! Are you okay?” He says as he slams the door open.
In the bathtub, Changmin lies on his back, his feet dangling from the edge as his head was on the marble bottom of the tub. The shower was jettisoning him with water.
“I slipped.”
And Jaejoong blares into a laughter, earning himself a full pout from his maid.
“I’m sorry, okay? I was a little bit clumsy.” He admits. “I accidentally pressed the knob, I got sprayed by water, the next thing I know is I’m in this damn tub hanging upside down.” He huffs and grunts.
“Aww, that’s okay.” Jaejoong smiles as he walks over to help him get up. “I’m just happy you’re not hurt.” He pulls Changmin up into his arms. The maid blushes.
“Thank you for caring so much.” He mumbles, but his cheeks were already swarmed by pecks from his master.
“Don’t be. I should be thanking you.” Jaejoong says between his kisses to the blushing skin. “You’re the cutest thing I’ve ever seen and it’s my honor to love you.” He kisses and kisses, Changmin closing his eyes in shame.
“M-master…” He huffs but Jaejoong’s hands were already all on his body and his coherency was running dry. His voice turns into lustful moans as Jaejoong starts using his tongue to trace his skin. He can’t even realize that Jaejoong were starting to undress him, his apron, and skirt slowly falling to the ground.
///
Changmin blinks his eyes sheepishly, opening it from a light slumber.
“Did you just fell asleep? We’re in the tub, Changmin.” Jaejoong chuckles, his hand tracing Changmin’s fluffy cheeks. Changmin hides his face again, curling deeper into Jaejoong’s hold.
“It was comforting.” He blushes. “You’re so warm, master.”
Jaejoong grins. He lands a kiss on Changmin’s cheeks. “Come on, we need to get you laid in bed properly.”
“Wha? Wait, no! Master, you mustn’t!” But Jaejoong already stood up and with one move he sweeps Changmin’s body easily. Ignoring the screams and yelps from Changmin, he carries his maid’s naked body bridal-style and into his bed.
“Now, round 2?” Jaejoong smirks. Changmin went vermillion.
“Give me 10 minutes please.”
///
Changmin stares into the face sleeping in front of him. Exhaustion was clear on Jaejoong’s face as they had spent the afternoon doing nothing but having exchanges of passion and desires. The moment the night shines its darkness on the sky Jaejoong falls into slumber in Changmin’s arms. Slowly he caresses the smooth pale cheek of his master, his thoughts lying elsewhere outside his head.
“Can I really have you, for my own?” He mumbles.
///
Born from the richest family in town, Jaejoong wasn’t exactly a normal kid. He was born with the fairest skin and strongest arms, yet he was petite and lithe in his figure. Girls envy him and boys lust over him, sometimes the other way around but that also happens a lot. He was neck-deep in money from the day that he was born and he never had to work for anything, it would all come to him. Success even bows his head to him once he stepped in the business and shoots him up the ladders of both career- and social living-wise.
While Changmin, on the other hand, born into a lineage of family dedicated to serve Jaejoong’s household for generations. He was born two years after Jaejoong, and from birth he was assigned to serve Jaejoong. He was smart, bright, and witty. But the fact that his future was confined to being someone’s servant didn’t elude him. He learned to accept the facts simply because it was unavoidable.
///
Jaejoong wakes up to an empty and pristine bed, the room clean from any specks of dust. Cringing from the sudden empty feeling that hit him, he walks to the bathroom. The mirror showed a young executive, at the top of his game but has just woken up, glaring back at him. Jaejoong adores himself, chuckling at his reflection. I am successful in career, rich in money, but I can’t even get the one I love so badly. He splashes some water on himself and the mirror, breaking away from the after-sleep haze. When he walks out, Changmin beams at him.
“Which suit would you like to use today, master?” He grins, a sleek black suit on one hand and a tweed one on the other one.
///
Changmin looks at the floor in boredom. Jaejoong has left the house, the floor has been mopped, the garden has been swept, and even the roof has been fixed. And still two hours from lunch. He groans, half-heartedly walking through the house. He stops in front of Jaejoong’s room, feeling the wooden door in his touch. He turns the knob slowly, as if trying hard not to wake anything inside even when it’s completely deserted of life at the moment.
The room looks pristine, wooden floor and matching sheets with wallpapers that exudes elegance, one that always sends shivers down Changmin’s pretty spine. He walks to the bed, sitting softly on the mattress. Tracing the last bit of warmth left on the smooth surface, his hands roam slowly. In the middle of the cold and desolate room the sheets calls for him and suddenly he was laying on the bed, feet hanging off the side and head on the pillows.
He spends a few minutes drawing abstract trails with his fingers on the sheets. His eyes wander aimlessly until it closes until a certain nightstand by the bed and its three shelves.
///
My house is as good as yours, Changmin. You don’t have to clean everything; just don’t let dusts settle in too much. I leave this whole house to you to take care and nurture, take anything you want and leave anything you want. But I only ask you one thing.
Don’t ever look in the third shelf of the nightstand.
There’s always a space Changmin can’t go inside Jaejoong, and Changmin doesn’t think he deserves to be there anyway.
///
When Changmin opens his eyes, there were no more sunshine outside and the lights were on.
“Had a good nap, didn’t you?”
Changmin turns around to see his master, lying next to him and staring back. Usually he would jolts up and panics, but somehow Changmin smiles goofily. And then he went back to sleep.
Jaejoong dismisses it easily and lets Changmin be. He moves slowly off the bed and makes himself instant noodles for dinner before creeping back in bed with Changmin.
///
I can’t have him dwindle on any longer, he’s not getting any younger, and the time is slipping. He’s in the peak of his success, the top of his mountain. I’m more than glad to be allowed to live in it, but it’s about time I know where I belong and get off his back.
It’s time I disappear and let him be free.
///
But soon it’s not something he can easily let go. Changmin snoozes whenever he can and it’s starting to irk him how many nights have passed without him eating Changmin’s food due to him oversleeping in the afternoon.
“Are you okay?” Jaejoong asks one rare night after eating dinner not made by himself. “You’ve been looking really tired recently.” He runs his hand to catch his maid’s, pulling him to his lap.
Changmin shakes his head slowly. “I have no idea, master. It just seems like days are flying now and I can’t keep my head up.” He leans his head to Jaejoong’s shoulder, breathing slowly to leave a breeze through Jaejoong’s shirt. His master smiles.
“Are you sure? I can’t have you slacking off while cooking, you know.” He cheerfully flicks Changmin’s nose, but when he looks down Changmin’s already asleep.
///
The length of the sleep goes longer and longer. From the afternoons, now even sometimes Jaejoong have to wake Changmin up when he goes for work. The chance of Changmin opening his door as he comes home from work gets sparser and finally Jaejoong forces him to consult a doctor.
They can’t find anything wrong. Changmin’s perfectly healthy with no speck of health issues anywhere. Most say exhaustion to be the reason, one that Changmin objects fiercely but finally give up. He comes home from the umpteenth doctor with another bag of medication and Jaejoong thinks it’s getting too serious.
“Is there something on your mind right now?” Jaejoong asks, Changmin sitting on his lap.
“Nothing.” Changmin hums.
“Well, how do you feel right now?”
“Um.” Changmin fidgets, eyes gazing downwards. “A little bit sleepy, actually.”
“Has anything been bothering you lately.”
“Umm.” Changmin fidgets. “Nothing, really. I’m really content, master.”
“Okay then.” He pulls Changmin to lean on him. The maid quickly finds his niche in Jaejoong’s neck and plays with the hem of Jaejoong’s shirt.
“What do you want to do now?”
“Will you, umm.” Jaejoong looks down and sees Changmin blushing furiously.
“Will you sing me to sleep?”
///
“What do you mean you can’t figure it out?!” Jaejoong slams his fist on the table, making all the doctors in the room jump up in shock. “Are you a bunch of idiots with jackets or something?! Aren’t you all being paid to fucking know?!”
“W-well, Kim-sshi.” Jaejoong groans and leans back on his chair. “We’ve tried everything we can, but we still can’t diagnose why-“
“Then look harder!” He screams. “I don’t care, get off your lazy asses, and found why the hell is he sleeping like that!”
“Well, we’ve concluded that Mr. Shim has lapsed into a coma-“
“I can fucking see that! What I’m asking is simply why?!”
“Perhaps, Mr. Kim,” a female doctor says slowly, “there are psychological issues behind this?”
Jaejoong looks like he’s been slapped in the face.
///
In my dreams, he’s smiling as bright as the sun, with no care about the world.
In my dreams, he’s holding me close, with his hand around me and nothing else.
In my dreams, I’m kissing him and I have to, else I’d die.
In my dreams, there’s nothing between us.
He’s mine, and I’m his.
But it’s about time this dream wakes up.
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Jaejoong flicks the small box in his hand around, toying with it as he fights back the all the feelings he’s containing. He opens the box and sighs.
“You’re the only one for this.” He looks to the body in front of him, sleeping eternally.
“This ring is for your fingers, Changmin. And this Jaejoong is for you.”
“Hello, Mr. Kim? We’re very sorry about this, but Mr. Shim has just emitted his last pulse.”