in which minho is a butler and taemin is a rich young master - minho/taemin
in which minho is a butler and taemin is a rich young master, 1, 111 words, pg-13
i have no idea what genre this is. -_______-|||
"Good morning, young master," Minho greeted formally as he stood by the doorway leading Taemin's room. In the middle, sat Taemin in the king-sized hardwood canopy bed, rubbing his eyes. His gorgeous blond hair was in a mess, and his pajama top was skewed, revealing one of his shoulders.
"Good morning, Minho," he yawned, pulling up the side that slipped. Minho smirked and walked inside, a silver tray of food in his hands. "What's for breakfast?"
"Mushroom cheese frittata and orange juice," said the butler, uncovering the dish, "unless of course, there's something specific you want to have for today?"
Taemin shook his head. "This is fine, Minho."
"Should I leave, or--"
"No! Stay, Minho."
Minho smiled, spreading out the table napkin expertly on Taemin lap before setting the tray of food before standing stiff at his side. Taemin said his thanks for the food before taking the fork and knife, trying to slice the frittata. Minho sighed, and stepped forward to help him, taking his hands and guiding them as they cut through the frittata.
Taemin found himself letting Minho slice the thing himself, enjoying warmth of Minho's hands underneath the silky white gloves he had to wear. He stared at the young man before him, his mouth slightly agape. Minho cleared his throat once finished, and Taemin blushed as he closed his mouth and smacked his lips.
"Thank you, Minho."
"It is my duty, young master," Minho smiled, and Taemin smiled back, turning to his food and eating.
Once he was done, Minho took away the silver tray, and wiped some cheese off of the corner of Taemin's lip before striding off to the kitchen and have the dishes washed. Taemin blinked and sat for a few seconds in his bed before getting up and slinking lazily towards the bathroom. He took off his clothes, letting them fall to the tiled bathroom floor and letting the shower wash away his thoughts of Minho.
Minho on the other hand was piling up the books he needed to tutor Taemin, shakily taking the books from the shelves inside the private library. Slowly he walked down the tiny ladder, placed the books on the table and went down the hall knock on the door of Taemin's room.
"Master Taemin, may I come in?"
"No, I'm still in the shower!" Taemin hollered from inside the bathroom.
"I'll be waiting in the library for our lecture, then," he sighed, and trotted off to the kitchen to cook Taemin a snack while he waited.
Minho had been Taemin's butler since he was 16 and Taemin was 14, and his father was the one he replaced. Taemin's parents died with Minho's father, a single parent, in an airplane crash. Taemin was at school at the time, as well as Minho.
Adding a final dash of sugar to the mixture, Minho carefully distributed the batter into the powdered silver tray and placed it inside the oven. He guessed Taemin wouldn't be out for about 30 minutes-- he knew just how long Taemin took his baths. He leaned against the counter, watching the clock tick on the clean white wall opposite him.
Taemin got out of the shower in 30 minutes, completely washed up, his fair skin almost glistening against the pale sunlight. He opened the double doors his walk in closet and took out a pair of boxers from his drawer and wearing them, and hooken his towel at the back of the door. He picked out a dark grey pair of slacks along with a white button up shirt, a quilted black tie and a black cardigan with gray along the hems.
He fumbled with his tie; he never really got used to looping the thing around his neck. Minho suddenly appeared out of nowhere, ready to assist, doing his tie in a flash and with a wink. Taemin pursed his lips and blushed.
"You're welcome," chuckled Minho. "We should be at the library now. For your lecture."
Speechless, Taemin nodded once, following Minho out of his room, loosening his tie a bit as he walked down the hall.
Like a true gentleman, Minho pulled out Taemin's chair for him, and pushed it back as he sat. Minho remained standing, pulling out a book from the neat pile he had made before he left to check up to Taemin. He cleared his throat and began reading.
"We'll start where we left off, scene 5," he announced. " 'Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much, Which mannerly devotion shows in this; For saints have hands that pilgrims' hands do touch, And palm to palm is holy palmers' kiss.'
" 'Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too?'
" 'Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer.'
" 'O, then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do;
They pray, grant thou, lest faith turn to despair.'
" 'Saints do not move, though grant for prayers' sa--'" Minho stopped, catching the look of awe on Taemin's face. "Master Taemin, have you been listening?"
Taemin smiled, nodding his head enthusiastically, continuing, " Then move not, while my prayer's effect I take.
Thus from my lips, by yours, my sin is purged.' "
Minho cocked an eyebrow. " 'Then have my lips the sin that they have took.' "
" 'Sin from thy lips? O trespass sweetly urged! Give me my sin again'!", Taemin said, getting up from his seat, crashing his lips against Minho, the older boy was taken by surprise, causing him to drop his book.
" 'You kiss by the book'", Minho muttered as Taemin pulled away, a soft smile on his face.
Taemin sighed before sitting down and fiddling with his tie. "Of course I do; I learned from the best." He smirked to himself as he found his butler's cheeks coloring for the first time in the 3 years he had been serving him. Minho cleared his throat (which he had been doing a lot these past few days) and picked up the book from the maroon carpeted floor.
"Shall we continue?" Minho said quite stiffly, avoiding his master's eyes. Taemin nodded happily, and watched in amusement as Minho stuttered the words out of the Shakespearean book he held in his hands. "Please don't look at me like that."
"I am your master and I shall look at you in any way I please," Taemin said as-a-matter-of-factly, taking a cookie from the platter in front of him and taking a careful bite. Minho gulped, and he smiled to himself. He closed the book and they stared at each other for a few seconds before he declared, "Yes, my Lord." Taemin beckoned him to come closer and whispered in his ear. "Remember, you're mine."
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A/N: Inspired by the Esquire photoshoot ^^ I faiiiiil in writing yaoi and oneshots. So I'm kinda thinking of making it like a three shot or something :| But lol comment on this first before I do anything stupid XD
i have no idea what genre this is. -_______-|||
"Good morning, young master," Minho greeted formally as he stood by the doorway leading Taemin's room. In the middle, sat Taemin in the king-sized hardwood canopy bed, rubbing his eyes. His gorgeous blond hair was in a mess, and his pajama top was skewed, revealing one of his shoulders.
"Good morning, Minho," he yawned, pulling up the side that slipped. Minho smirked and walked inside, a silver tray of food in his hands. "What's for breakfast?"
"Mushroom cheese frittata and orange juice," said the butler, uncovering the dish, "unless of course, there's something specific you want to have for today?"
Taemin shook his head. "This is fine, Minho."
"Should I leave, or--"
"No! Stay, Minho."
Minho smiled, spreading out the table napkin expertly on Taemin lap before setting the tray of food before standing stiff at his side. Taemin said his thanks for the food before taking the fork and knife, trying to slice the frittata. Minho sighed, and stepped forward to help him, taking his hands and guiding them as they cut through the frittata.
Taemin found himself letting Minho slice the thing himself, enjoying warmth of Minho's hands underneath the silky white gloves he had to wear. He stared at the young man before him, his mouth slightly agape. Minho cleared his throat once finished, and Taemin blushed as he closed his mouth and smacked his lips.
"Thank you, Minho."
"It is my duty, young master," Minho smiled, and Taemin smiled back, turning to his food and eating.
Once he was done, Minho took away the silver tray, and wiped some cheese off of the corner of Taemin's lip before striding off to the kitchen and have the dishes washed. Taemin blinked and sat for a few seconds in his bed before getting up and slinking lazily towards the bathroom. He took off his clothes, letting them fall to the tiled bathroom floor and letting the shower wash away his thoughts of Minho.
Minho on the other hand was piling up the books he needed to tutor Taemin, shakily taking the books from the shelves inside the private library. Slowly he walked down the tiny ladder, placed the books on the table and went down the hall knock on the door of Taemin's room.
"Master Taemin, may I come in?"
"No, I'm still in the shower!" Taemin hollered from inside the bathroom.
"I'll be waiting in the library for our lecture, then," he sighed, and trotted off to the kitchen to cook Taemin a snack while he waited.
Minho had been Taemin's butler since he was 16 and Taemin was 14, and his father was the one he replaced. Taemin's parents died with Minho's father, a single parent, in an airplane crash. Taemin was at school at the time, as well as Minho.
Adding a final dash of sugar to the mixture, Minho carefully distributed the batter into the powdered silver tray and placed it inside the oven. He guessed Taemin wouldn't be out for about 30 minutes-- he knew just how long Taemin took his baths. He leaned against the counter, watching the clock tick on the clean white wall opposite him.
Taemin got out of the shower in 30 minutes, completely washed up, his fair skin almost glistening against the pale sunlight. He opened the double doors his walk in closet and took out a pair of boxers from his drawer and wearing them, and hooken his towel at the back of the door. He picked out a dark grey pair of slacks along with a white button up shirt, a quilted black tie and a black cardigan with gray along the hems.
He fumbled with his tie; he never really got used to looping the thing around his neck. Minho suddenly appeared out of nowhere, ready to assist, doing his tie in a flash and with a wink. Taemin pursed his lips and blushed.
"You're welcome," chuckled Minho. "We should be at the library now. For your lecture."
Speechless, Taemin nodded once, following Minho out of his room, loosening his tie a bit as he walked down the hall.
Like a true gentleman, Minho pulled out Taemin's chair for him, and pushed it back as he sat. Minho remained standing, pulling out a book from the neat pile he had made before he left to check up to Taemin. He cleared his throat and began reading.
"We'll start where we left off, scene 5," he announced. " 'Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much, Which mannerly devotion shows in this; For saints have hands that pilgrims' hands do touch, And palm to palm is holy palmers' kiss.'
" 'Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too?'
" 'Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer.'
" 'O, then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do;
They pray, grant thou, lest faith turn to despair.'
" 'Saints do not move, though grant for prayers' sa--'" Minho stopped, catching the look of awe on Taemin's face. "Master Taemin, have you been listening?"
Taemin smiled, nodding his head enthusiastically, continuing, " Then move not, while my prayer's effect I take.
Thus from my lips, by yours, my sin is purged.' "
Minho cocked an eyebrow. " 'Then have my lips the sin that they have took.' "
" 'Sin from thy lips? O trespass sweetly urged! Give me my sin again'!", Taemin said, getting up from his seat, crashing his lips against Minho, the older boy was taken by surprise, causing him to drop his book.
" 'You kiss by the book'", Minho muttered as Taemin pulled away, a soft smile on his face.
Taemin sighed before sitting down and fiddling with his tie. "Of course I do; I learned from the best." He smirked to himself as he found his butler's cheeks coloring for the first time in the 3 years he had been serving him. Minho cleared his throat (which he had been doing a lot these past few days) and picked up the book from the maroon carpeted floor.
"Shall we continue?" Minho said quite stiffly, avoiding his master's eyes. Taemin nodded happily, and watched in amusement as Minho stuttered the words out of the Shakespearean book he held in his hands. "Please don't look at me like that."
"I am your master and I shall look at you in any way I please," Taemin said as-a-matter-of-factly, taking a cookie from the platter in front of him and taking a careful bite. Minho gulped, and he smiled to himself. He closed the book and they stared at each other for a few seconds before he declared, "Yes, my Lord." Taemin beckoned him to come closer and whispered in his ear. "Remember, you're mine."
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A/N: Inspired by the Esquire photoshoot ^^ I faiiiiil in writing yaoi and oneshots. So I'm kinda thinking of making it like a three shot or something :| But lol comment on this first before I do anything stupid XD