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Title: He is My Master
Author: kissthecoffin
Pairing: Minho/Taemin, Minho/Key, Onew/Key, Jonghyun/anything he can find
Summary: Choi Minho is a fairly normal high-school student. Maybe a bit to quiet and mysterious, but apart from that, he's a normal as normal can be. He even is a fanboy of a band called Super Junior. One night, he receieved a pop-up on their official site telling him he's won a special prize and all he had to do was click it to receive, a half-asleep Minho innocently clicks hoping that he won a poster. The next morning he receives his prize: a young, naked man that instists that Minho is his new master. And the only thing me had to say was, "This is really weird. I could have sworn I won a poster, not a prepubescent boy."
Warning (for now and later): Taemin's underage, language, boy x boy, patches of smut, mentions of nudity, arousal of teenage boys
Rating: NC-17
“There he is.” Kibum pushed himself off the wall, and crossed the street, Jinki following close on his heels.
“I really don't think this is appropriate,” he was saying, for the five hundredth time that morning.
“I could give a damn about appropriate,” muttered Kibum.
Kids were milling around in the school yard and spilling out of the gate onto the street, their chattering and shouting echoing up to the skies. Their energy seemed to radiate off them in a cloud. Kibum could still remember the way Friday felt when he was a sixteen year old freshman; long-forgotten hormonal channels opened up a little in sympathy, and Kibum was bouncing on his toes as he wove through the kids, wishing vaguely that he still had those cute, pink head-kicker boots he'd finally had to ditch when he entered the 10th grade.
“Kibum, this really boils down to a matter of trust,” said Jinki, now jogging slightly to keep up with his boyfriend, “Taemin isn't exactly the sharpest guy we know, and he is a bit naive, but he's not going to be tricked into fucking someone.”
“Trust?” yelped Kibum, rounding on him. “No, no, no, honey. My Taemin is in high school and fucking adorable. And I know how sixteen-year-old guys operate, okay, and they love that type and can't be trusted.”
“Well, I was sixteen, Kibum, and I never -”
“Your freakish adolescence is not the issue here, Jinki. He is not you. He is him, just like I was him back in the day, and I remember exactly what I was like, so I know what he's like.”
Onew sighed in defeat, “I guess if you say so.”
“And where is Minho in all of this? Isn't he worried about Taemin?” Kibum huffed, pulling out binoculars, “I haven't seen that fuckhead Jonghyun either.”
Onew gulped looking around. “Uh, honey,” he stepped back a bit, “Where is Taemin?”
“WHAT?”
=
There's this sort of cloud of weird that circulates around Minho, disallowing any of his classmates to get close to him. Plenty of girls had tried, they sat in silence with him, ate in silence with him and sustained one sided conversations. Regardless of how handsome he was, he was too much work. Except for one relentless exchange student: Nickhun.
“Minho,” he'd coo, “Did you see Super Junior on Star Golden Bell last night? Wasn't Donghae adorable?”
No one understood whether Nickhun actually liked SuJu or if he just liked Minho, but Minho didn't mind, as long as Donghae was involved. “He was. Did you see how he touched Sungmin's ear? I think it's good material for fanfiction, don't you think?”
“Yeah! Sex in the dressing room after recording!”
As their conversation continued, Taemin's large eyes took a moment to absorb the scene. He didn't like it. He couldn't explain himself, as per usual, but he knew something hurt inside his chest. But he was confused as what to do. Minho and his friend seemed happy yet...
“CHOI MINHO, GET OVER HERE RIGHT NOW.”
Minho's eyes shifted as Key's voices drifted into his ears. Nickhun jumped back a bit, “Uh, Minho, I'd love to countinue talking but you know how Kibum scares the fuck out of me and the rest of the student body! So, yeah, text me!”
Minho cocked his head. He never understood everyones' fear of Kibum, sure, he could be loud but he was never scary. Well, unless someone mentions Jonghyun or insults Jinki. “Did you need something, hyung?”
“Did I need something?!” Kibum repeated, his arm linked with Taemin, “Do you even care about Taemin? Did you even know where he was? Hmmm?”
“Oh.” Minho paused, “I thought I'd forgotten something.”
Kibum sighed. Not here, he thought, not now. It'd just cause Jinki more trouble. “Look, Minho,” he started, pushing his baby into Minho's chest, “I want you to know where he is every second of the day. And I will fucking check up on you two so I suggest you don't forget, okay? Okay.”
Minho stared down at Taemin. His eyes were big and dyed a honey brown color. A smile disallowed itself to creeped onto Minho's face. Somehow being with his boy was calming, like they had a silent agreement to understand each other. Throughout the day, Minho didn't notice Taemin, but he knew he was there. He knew Taemin would follow him regardless of where he went. And that thought made Minho feel happier than when he went to the Super Junior Super Show.
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Minho felt, for the first time, the silence was unbearable.
Jonghyun was supposed to come that night because Kibum was busy at his “Young Single/Dating Mothers Club” meeting and Jinki was at a late student council meeting. It was already 10PM and Jonghyun was a no-show. As it is, they sat in silence, watching Star King, which Minho assumed Taemin could comprehend.
Minho felt like he should laugh or make small talk-two things he knew he couldn't do unstimulated-to fill up the room left un-possessed by the two small bodies. Too deep into thought, Minho didn't notice Taemin climbing on-top of him like he was Santa Claus. The tall boy only realized Taemin's presence on his lap when the boy-toy shifted to get comfortable.
Minho's mouth opened, “What are you doing?”
Taemin looked straight into Minho's eyes with all the guilt of a child, “Did I do something you don't like?”
A rare occurrence, Minho thought. He didn't hate it, and even though Taemin looked more like Heechul than he did Donghae, he had the same presence. “No. You can sit there.”
Taemin smiled and hugged Minho's chest tightly. “Thank you.”
a/n: ugh. the ending feels...unpolished? yeah, just sloppy. my bad. ;__________________;
Author: kissthecoffin
Pairing: Minho/Taemin, Minho/Key, Onew/Key, Jonghyun/anything he can find
Summary: Choi Minho is a fairly normal high-school student. Maybe a bit to quiet and mysterious, but apart from that, he's a normal as normal can be. He even is a fanboy of a band called Super Junior. One night, he receieved a pop-up on their official site telling him he's won a special prize and all he had to do was click it to receive, a half-asleep Minho innocently clicks hoping that he won a poster. The next morning he receives his prize: a young, naked man that instists that Minho is his new master. And the only thing me had to say was, "This is really weird. I could have sworn I won a poster, not a prepubescent boy."
Warning (for now and later): Taemin's underage, language, boy x boy, patches of smut, mentions of nudity, arousal of teenage boys
Rating: NC-17
“There he is.” Kibum pushed himself off the wall, and crossed the street, Jinki following close on his heels.
“I really don't think this is appropriate,” he was saying, for the five hundredth time that morning.
“I could give a damn about appropriate,” muttered Kibum.
Kids were milling around in the school yard and spilling out of the gate onto the street, their chattering and shouting echoing up to the skies. Their energy seemed to radiate off them in a cloud. Kibum could still remember the way Friday felt when he was a sixteen year old freshman; long-forgotten hormonal channels opened up a little in sympathy, and Kibum was bouncing on his toes as he wove through the kids, wishing vaguely that he still had those cute, pink head-kicker boots he'd finally had to ditch when he entered the 10th grade.
“Kibum, this really boils down to a matter of trust,” said Jinki, now jogging slightly to keep up with his boyfriend, “Taemin isn't exactly the sharpest guy we know, and he is a bit naive, but he's not going to be tricked into fucking someone.”
“Trust?” yelped Kibum, rounding on him. “No, no, no, honey. My Taemin is in high school and fucking adorable. And I know how sixteen-year-old guys operate, okay, and they love that type and can't be trusted.”
“Well, I was sixteen, Kibum, and I never -”
“Your freakish adolescence is not the issue here, Jinki. He is not you. He is him, just like I was him back in the day, and I remember exactly what I was like, so I know what he's like.”
Onew sighed in defeat, “I guess if you say so.”
“And where is Minho in all of this? Isn't he worried about Taemin?” Kibum huffed, pulling out binoculars, “I haven't seen that fuckhead Jonghyun either.”
Onew gulped looking around. “Uh, honey,” he stepped back a bit, “Where is Taemin?”
“WHAT?”
=
There's this sort of cloud of weird that circulates around Minho, disallowing any of his classmates to get close to him. Plenty of girls had tried, they sat in silence with him, ate in silence with him and sustained one sided conversations. Regardless of how handsome he was, he was too much work. Except for one relentless exchange student: Nickhun.
“Minho,” he'd coo, “Did you see Super Junior on Star Golden Bell last night? Wasn't Donghae adorable?”
No one understood whether Nickhun actually liked SuJu or if he just liked Minho, but Minho didn't mind, as long as Donghae was involved. “He was. Did you see how he touched Sungmin's ear? I think it's good material for fanfiction, don't you think?”
“Yeah! Sex in the dressing room after recording!”
As their conversation continued, Taemin's large eyes took a moment to absorb the scene. He didn't like it. He couldn't explain himself, as per usual, but he knew something hurt inside his chest. But he was confused as what to do. Minho and his friend seemed happy yet...
“CHOI MINHO, GET OVER HERE RIGHT NOW.”
Minho's eyes shifted as Key's voices drifted into his ears. Nickhun jumped back a bit, “Uh, Minho, I'd love to countinue talking but you know how Kibum scares the fuck out of me and the rest of the student body! So, yeah, text me!”
Minho cocked his head. He never understood everyones' fear of Kibum, sure, he could be loud but he was never scary. Well, unless someone mentions Jonghyun or insults Jinki. “Did you need something, hyung?”
“Did I need something?!” Kibum repeated, his arm linked with Taemin, “Do you even care about Taemin? Did you even know where he was? Hmmm?”
“Oh.” Minho paused, “I thought I'd forgotten something.”
Kibum sighed. Not here, he thought, not now. It'd just cause Jinki more trouble. “Look, Minho,” he started, pushing his baby into Minho's chest, “I want you to know where he is every second of the day. And I will fucking check up on you two so I suggest you don't forget, okay? Okay.”
Minho stared down at Taemin. His eyes were big and dyed a honey brown color. A smile disallowed itself to creeped onto Minho's face. Somehow being with his boy was calming, like they had a silent agreement to understand each other. Throughout the day, Minho didn't notice Taemin, but he knew he was there. He knew Taemin would follow him regardless of where he went. And that thought made Minho feel happier than when he went to the Super Junior Super Show.
=
Minho felt, for the first time, the silence was unbearable.
Jonghyun was supposed to come that night because Kibum was busy at his “Young Single/Dating Mothers Club” meeting and Jinki was at a late student council meeting. It was already 10PM and Jonghyun was a no-show. As it is, they sat in silence, watching Star King, which Minho assumed Taemin could comprehend.
Minho felt like he should laugh or make small talk-two things he knew he couldn't do unstimulated-to fill up the room left un-possessed by the two small bodies. Too deep into thought, Minho didn't notice Taemin climbing on-top of him like he was Santa Claus. The tall boy only realized Taemin's presence on his lap when the boy-toy shifted to get comfortable.
Minho's mouth opened, “What are you doing?”
Taemin looked straight into Minho's eyes with all the guilt of a child, “Did I do something you don't like?”
A rare occurrence, Minho thought. He didn't hate it, and even though Taemin looked more like Heechul than he did Donghae, he had the same presence. “No. You can sit there.”
Taemin smiled and hugged Minho's chest tightly. “Thank you.”
a/n: ugh. the ending feels...unpolished? yeah, just sloppy. my bad. ;__________________;