yes, master [2/?] // jongtae // r
pairing: jonghyun/taemin
word count: ~4,500
rating: r (for this chapter)
genre: au, romance, comedy
disclaimer: i own... the plot.
summary: a box drastically changed lee taemin's life.
note: unbeta'd (as always) first ever rated fic so please bear with me, cries
“Uh, excuse me… what?”
Jonghyun got up from where he was sitting and went to the sofa. He sat there silently; arms crossed firmly, causing his stout muscles to flex a bit. Taemin took in the overwhelming sight in front of him and gulped, his adams apple gradually bobbing up and down. ‘Psh. Show off.’
“Be my pet.”
He could see the priceless reaction pasted on Jonghyun’s face from the spot where he was standing.
“You heard me, Jonghyun.”
Taemin had no idea why he said that. He wasn’t quite sure why he asked for that thing. Was he longing for the feeling of having a pet at home? But he could just buy a new pup in the pet store, right? Was it because Jonghyun really did remind him of a dog? But it was clear that the man had all the traits a human should obtain and the truth was presented right before his very eyes. Taemin didn’t seem to care at all, though. The boy has indeed lost his sane mind. But he definitely did want this to happen.
“Let me just remind you that you’re currently lurking inside my territory,” Taemin affirmed sharply, eyes squinting while pointing at the hardwood floor. “And every item that resides in here, including dust, is mine.” He tried so hard to sound barbaric in front of Jonghyun. He wasn’t really an ill-mannered person but it wouldn’t hurt to try it just once.
“It’s either you accept my proposal or you get out of this place.”
The tension inside the room was getting thicker, even a trained warrior wouldn’t be able to cut in half. Taemin and Jonghyun were now engaged into a staring battle, the red head’s brown orbs locked steadily with the other man’s round, doe eyes.
“Is that all?” Jonghyun broke the sickening silence and flashed a mischievous smile. It looked like those words didn’t affect him at all. Of course, that hurt the Taemin’s pride because basically, Jonghyun just threw all the manliness that the red head showcased out of the window.
“Wh-what do you mean?”
“I thought you were going to ask me to do something hardcore,” The new captive was now sprawled out on the couch, his bulky arms tucked under his head. “Like asking me to become your personal assassin or pleasure slave,” he wiggled his eyebrows and chuckled. “But you made everything easy for me.”
“…You’re okay with this?” Taemin struggled to hide the smile that was about to form on his lips. Yes, his decision made him happy, but he wasn’t going to show him that.
“Eh. Why not? The lodging is free, the food is free. And most importantly, everything is fucking free.” The gleeful pet smiled at him, and this time, he paid him back with a genuine smile.
“Now get of off the couch.” The taller boy pranced back to the living room and approached the creature lounging on it. “Pets aren’t allowed to sit on the couch.” He declared as he kicked Jonghyun off of the comfy seat.
“You didn’t mention that violence was included,” The smile painted on Jonghyun’s face was so radiant it could burn Taemin’s eyes.
“Shut up.” The pet owner ordered as he tumbled down on the couch, hogging the entire place. “Now, let’s discuss the rules.”
Breathe in.
“…First of all, you are not allowed to sit on the couch. You can plant your ass anywhere you want just not on the couch. Second, you can’t use the television once the clock strikes at twelve. That thing needs rest, too. Third, you can’t go on telling people about this stupid-“
“Wait, I didn’t get your name!”
“Just call me Taemin. Anyway, where did I stop? Oh, yeah, you can’t tell people about this stupid deal of ours-“
“You have such a cute name.”
“Silence, please! Fourth, don’t you ever, ever touch my things! Don’t even try to gnaw them. Fifth, you can only sleep on the floor. Don’t worry, I’ll provide all your sleeping paraphernalia. And lastly…”
Breathe out.
Taemin eyed the bright screen of the TV. ‘Five Senses of Eros? Where in hell did he get the DVD?’ The frame was showing a man on top of a girl. They were both half-clothed until the man’s stubby hands travelled around the girl’s waist. The boy proceeded to unclasp his girl’s lacy bra, kissing and licking the-
He swiftly grabbed the remote control and switched the thing off. He then reminded himself to organize his belongings properly.
“…No intimate physical contact.”
Jonghyun smirked. “You mean… no sex?”
“You got it.”
But when Taemin’s wicked beast stood up and inched closer to him, their noses almost touching, he suddenly wanted to obliterate the last rule.
“We’ll see about that.”
The percent of Jonghyun’s ability to build a family decreased after that.
-
That night was filled with nothing but pure madness. The two did nothing but fool around and pig out. But the sly dog went hardcore and tested how long his master’s patience can go. Like the time when Taemin was working in the kitchen, he almost sabotaged the whole place when Jonghyun wouldn’t shut up about him being a good chef, and when Jonghyun kept slapping Taemin’s butt even though the latter had told him to look back and review ‘rule number six’. Jonghyun ignored all the bickering and continued to feel his master’s butt. Taemin didn’t complain though, because obviously, he liked it.
Taemin got the chance to know the man better. He found out that Jonghyun was already twenty-six, making the boy five years older than him and should be addressed as ‘hyung’, but no, he refused to call him that. He also discovered that his pet was a freelance singer and was a part of a band. They performed at various cafes and clubs but got disbanded after a few months for some reason Jonghyun wouldn’t tell him. Taemin also inquired about his family background but Jonghyun evaded the query. When Taemin asked why he had Hulk’s body, the pet just raised his eyebrow and said “are you perhaps... jealous?”
Jonghyun also told him the story on how he ended up in the box. Apparently, his mother kicked him out of their house. He didn’t reveal the reason why because according to the pet, it was too personal. After his mother disowned him, he wandered around town and hunted for a place to stay in. He tried to crash into his best friend’s apartment but the latter denied the request, shooing the homeless man and telling him to just stay in a motel. He legitimately wanted to stay in a motel but unfortunately, his wallet didn’t have anything in it except his baby picture and an expired Mcdonald’s coupon. Even his former band mates, school mates and even his vocal coach rejected him. He didn’t want to fall into a deep slumber on a dusty bench in a deserted park (because his pride wouldn’t let him) and so he just opted for the motel although he was clearly penniless. He was quietly exploring the metropolis when he stumbled upon a troop of drunken hoodlums armed with baseball bats and sturdy, long blocks of wood, lashing a defenceless mister. Jonghyun wanted to help the man but he knew it wasn’t really a great idea. When the helpless man passed out, the iniquitous men dumped the boy inside a capacious brown box and left it in a secluded corner. The delinquents noticed Jonghyun and started to beat the shit out of the man, assaulting him until he was bleeding. Jonghyun didn’t know what happened after that. He was already inside the box when he woke up.
Taemin just kept on ooh-ing and nodding his head, listening intently as Jonghyun was disclosing his story with a lot passion and hand gestures. He thought it was cute how Jonghyun got carried away by his own story.
The tandem got closer overnight, but not too close, because the unfamiliar feeling was still lingering somewhere in between them. Taemin just hoped that Jonghyun would be able to open up to him fully someday.
After the quick interrogation, Jonghyun asked his master to run a bath for him. ‘I haven’t showered since last week’ He said. The boy even requested to wash his hair and scrub his back. Of course, Taemin wouldn’t say no to that.
_
The sun was shining brightly outside but Taemin was still glued to his bed, not even bothering to shut off his alarm clock. He was still in cloud nine, completely drained from their strenuous activity last night. Who knew pet grooming was going to be this hard?
Ten minutes had passed but Taemin’s head was still buried into the pillow. He’d be late for his work but he was too sleepy to give a single fuck. He was about to drift off to sleep until he heard his door creak open.
“Rise and shine lazy-ass!” Jonghyun’s voice echoed inside the room. It was followed by a disturbing sound of clanging metal. That was probably his forgotten alarm clock. Poor thing.
“Jongmmhnn… Fugh yoo…” Taemin moaned, rubbing his cheeks against the thick sheet. The sound that had just escaped from his mouth was absolutely lewd that it made Jonghyun throw back a suggestive joke. “It’s too early for some butt-fucking, Taemin-ah.”
“Wow, Jjong,” The boy got up slowly, wincing slightly at the searing pain in his head. He then tousled his red locks, not caring about the fact that his bed hair was already chaotic. “You’re sick in the head.”
Jonghyun chuckled, totally amused by his master’s crankiness. “I know, I know.” He grabbed Taemin’s arms and dragged him out of the tempting expanse of fluffy sheet and cotton. “Now move your fancy ass or you’ll be late for work.”
But Taemin refused to move and stood there motionlessly. “I’m already late. My shift usually starts at seven.” He glanced at the clock and sighed when he noticed that the short hand of the clock was pointing at nine. “And besides… it’s Friday.” The young lad stretched his arms up, lifting his shirt up a bit. Jonghyun gaped in awe, boring his eyes at the wide breadth of smooth skin in front of him.
“Did you come here to stare at my gorgeous body?” The master commented when he noticed the piercing stares that his pet was throwing at him. He knew what was going on inside Jonghyun’s mind and so he continued the mental torture and stripped his shirt off, aiming the discarded garment at Jonghyun’s direction. “What a pervert.”
“What a tease.” Jonghyun said while beaming a smile at his master. That didn’t mean that he accepted the fact that he indeed was a pervert, though.
“What a horny dog.”
-
The exchange of offensive remarks instantly ended when Jonghyun’s stomach roared like a hungry beast. After exchanging a few dirty looks, the two decided to move their feet and walked into the kitchenette, immediately rummaging the cold storage for food.
“I can’t believe we actually murdered the food supply for next week.” Taemin announced as he scanned the near empty refrigerator. He sighed, recalling the bountiful cook fest last night. The only things left untouched were the apples, butter and a can of beer. Even the groceries he bought last night were already gone. “How about fried apples for breakfast?”
“We’re out of oil too.” Jonghyun stated while leaning on one of the counters, shoulders slumped forward. “Tell me, how you’re going to fry that thing.”
“Duh,” Jonghyun’s master rolled his eyes at him “We can use the butter.” He added, grabbing the stick of butter and waving it in front of Jonghyun’s face.
“Are we really going to eat fried apples for breakfastoopmfh-”
Taemin clasped his pet’s mouth shut and just dragged him out of the flat. “To the grocery, we go!”
The car ride to the grocery was disastrous. Jonghyun kept on pestering Taemin about his work, his everyday life and his love life. It was Jonghyun’s turn to get to know the man but he definitely chose the wrong place for interrogation. Taemin was about to turn right but his pet suddenly asked him about how active he was in bed which made him step on the breaks, causing their bodies to jerk forward harshly. The boy just replied with a scoff and continued driving. The tormenting didn’t end there, though. Jonghyun pushed further and asked if his master already had a girlfriend or if he was currently dating some girl from his workplace. Taemin was so agitated that he just gave Jonghyun an evil smirk and stepped on the breaks again, which made Jonghyun bounce forward and momentarily choke on his own spit. Taemin had to thank the Gods that the supermarket was just a few minutes away from his home, because if the place was farther, then they would probably end up in a car crash.
-
As usual, the supermarket was packed. Taemin had no choice but to blend in the rushing crowd because they needed food to live for another week. Jonghyun trailed behind him, dragging the metal cart forward nonchalantly.
“You know, we could have just hit the fast food or some restaurant.”
“Wow, So rowdy. Just be grateful that your belly won’t be getting hollow for a week.”
“Did you make a list?” Jonghyun asked as they were passing by the beverage section, sneakily dropping four bottles of Soju in the shopping cart when Taemin wasn’t looking. He was aware that the percent of him getting caught was extremely high but he did it anyway.
“No,” Taemin was occupied, intently skimming through the aisles of bottled drinks and liquors. “I don’t need them.” Of course, that was a big lie. He badly needed them because he really didn’t have any idea what to buy or which brand to pick.
“Are you sure?”
“I can’t believe I’m actually treating you like a human today.” The red head stated as he reached for a large bottle of orange juice. “I should be the one ordering you around, like, asking you to roll over or perform some extreme tricks such as passing through a loop surrounded with flame.” He continued as he dropped the bottle in the cart, his eyebrow rising up at the sight of green glass bottles neatly placed at the upper right corner of the trolley.
That shut Jonghyun up. He just continued following his master around, pouting like a kicked puppy. It was true. He was supposed to be acting as Taemin’s pet but instead, he was acting like his mother, bugging him and interviewing him about things he didn’t have any business with every nanosecond.
“Good boy.” Taemin remarked, petting Jonghyun’s head gingerly. “My pet is so well-behaved.” He appended as he began dishevelling the boy’s brown locks. Jonghyun just stood languidly and allowed his master to carry on grazing him. “Keep that attitude or I’ll stuff you inside a box and send you back to those hoodlums.”
The duo went back to shopping. They were able to fill almost half of the cart with their necessities and some other things that weren’t really essential. Jonghyun didn’t argue anymore. Taemin was going to pay for all of it anyway.
The pair strolled around the grocery and scanned the sections that they failed to check a while ago. Their journey was calm and composed until they traversed through the aisles of packed noodles. That was the time when Jonghyun’s muteness melted away.
“I haven’t eaten noodles since forever!” The brown-haired boy dashed to the corner where the cup noodles were stationed, hopping and swinging his arms like a complete idiot.
“Jjong!” Taemin cried out, wholly bothered about the way his pet was functioning. “You blockhead!” The perturbed boy pushed the cart in to Jonghyun’s direction. “Jonghyun, sit!”
Jonghyun, who was now carrying ten gigantic bowls of ramen noodles, stopped in his tracks and submissively sat on the filthy floor.
“What did I do now?”
“What do you mean ‘what did I do now’? You were running around the store like a fucking five year old.”
“But I wasn’t! What’s the problem with that anyway?”
“Is this how you’re supposed to treat your master?”
“Are you on your period?” Jonghyun remained seated on the ground, cuddling the numerous packages of noodles. “You’re always irritable.” He was really puzzled as to why Taemin was acting like a pms-ing teenage girl. Was running around the grocery store a grave crime now?
Taemin sighed. Jonghyun was right; he had been acting really weird these past few days. He believed it was because of work and stress but somewhere in the depths of his brain tells him that there was more to it. I wasn’t just stress. And he needed to find out what that thing was immediately.
“Up.” The taller boy instructed. “Get up, Jonghyun.” Taemin’s tone was a bit apologetic. It was not his intention to tear apart Jonghyun’s feelings. He felt awful for launching his rage on the boy.
“Yeah, roger that.”
Taemin wasn’t sure if the smile Jonghyun gave him embodied merriment, though.
-
Taemin and his pet sauntered throughout the square, too engrossed to even recall the particular reason why they landed in the grocery store. They were quite enthralled with shopping that they briefly forgot about their dying stomachs. Breakfast was the main reason, wasn’t it?
“Jong, I think we’re good to go.”
“You think so?” Jonghyun managed to crack, devouring on the free sample of a hotdog on a stick.
“No, look how empty the cart is.” Taemin defended sarcastically, motioning at their grocery cart brimful of multicoloured packages. This caused a sparse of depression on the boy, knowing that his purse was going to get half-killed anytime soon. “Let’s go.”
The trolley accelerated a bit too fast when Taemin tried stealing a bite of Jonghyun’s hotdogs. The metal thing eventually collided with a cart of the same kind, producing a clamorous clink.
“Oh my god, I am so-“
“…Taemin?”
His speech was halted by a melodious voice. He was certain that he knew that voice and he recognized the owner of that tone.
“Hey.”
Standing a few meters behind him, clutching on the trolley’s handle bars was his former lover, clad in a baby blue maternity dress.
“Long time no see. How are you?” How are you? Taemin snickered at that. After crushing all his hopes and dreams, after getting herself pregnant by shamelessly riding the dick of his co-worker, ‘How are you’ were the only words she could utter? What the boy expected was an apology.
“Good. Uh, you? How are things?”
“It’s getting quite tough,” Eunsook gently patted the round bump on her belly. “But I’ll get through it soon.”
“Ah, I see. Congratulations.” Taemin wanted to escape and bawl in an isolated corner. It was really weird seeing Eunsook like this. She was still captivating, nonetheless. Her black locks were still as smooth as ever. The permanent smile was still lingering on her goddess-like face. She was still the perfect Eunsook he knew; the only difference was she wasn’t his Eunsook anymore.
“Thank you!” Eunsook, being the cheerful girl that she was, nodded her head vigorously. Her vibrant movement caused something to bounce along with her body; the girl’s shape was really blessed with abundance especially the chest part. Taemin’s eyes bulged out in sockets as he watched the thing jiggle freely like a pudding. Jonghyun had noticed it too. He even halted his bonding time with his hotdog just to make way for this once in a lifetime experience. “And oh, do you mind if I ask your name?”
Taemin cleared his throat, tearing his eyes away from the girl’s front. “She asked for your name idiot.” He nudged the sides of the momentarily forgotten Jonghyun.
“O-oh, my n-name is Jonghyun.” The boy spluttered, holding the hotdog stick tightly. “And you are…?”
“Eunsook. Lee Eunsook. It’s a pleasure to meet you Jonghyun.” The vibrant girl bowed down. It was then followed by an obscene jiggling and muffled groaning.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you too! Are you Taemin’s…“
Taemin shot him a murderous look as he pushed the cart towards the boy’s direction, purposely hitting Jonghyun’s back with the metal. “I’m sorry Eunsook but we have to go now.” He forced back a smile. “See you around.”
-
The week after the incident didn’t go as smooth as expected. Every morning, Taemin would always serve a bowl full of his immutable squabbles about how Jonghyun snored so loud the previous night, how the boy wasted a lot of shampoo during the late night showers, and how the boy did nothing but just lounge on the couch and laze around. To sum it all up, Taemin was still PMS-ing and it was going really severe. Jonghyun tried asking his master if he was undergoing some emotional stress or if something was bugging the shit out of him but Taemin remained silent. Jonghyun just concluded in his mind that the culprit of this whole ordeal was something or someone from his work place. Unfortunately, he was wrong.
“Taemin, tell me what’s wrong.” It was a cold Sunday night. Taemin and Jonghyun were situated in the living room, watching drama re-runs on TV. Jonghyun, Of course, was sitting on the floor whilst the grumpy one was stretched on the couch. “Please.”
Taemin heaved a sigh of defeat. “I guess I’m left with no choice then.”
“Spill it.”
“I saw Eunsook today. At work. She was visiting her soon-to-be husband and ugh, it was so disturbing! I couldn’t concentrate on my work.”
“And by saying ‘disturbing’, you mean…”
“Yeah. Her body. Her face. Her boobs. Her gigantic boobs are disturbing me.”
Jonghyun face distorted into something unpleasant and horrifying, he was totally not expecting that answer. “Her… what?”
“Oh my God.” Taemin smacked his face, embracing the scent of defeat. He didn’t mean to reveal his dirty little secret to his pet. “It’s not what you think.”
“Let’s not beat around the bush, Sir.” Jonghyun was living a lie all this time. So it wasn’t about work but about Eunsook. He really thought that Taemin was an innocent one but the sudden outburst convinced him that his master had that kind of side too. Eunsook seemed to have a big impact on Taemin. He suddenly wondered what’s her role in his master’s life was. This girl was striking his master on the right spots badly. “Who’s that Eunsook girl anyway?”
“My ex-girlfriend.”
That revelation made Jonghyun feel like he just won the jackpot of a lotto draw. “Oh, I get it now.”
“You get what?” Taemin went to grab the remote from the other side of the sofa. Apparently, the drama they were watching was a romantic one and the episode that was airing had a scene that Taemin didn’t want to see.
Jonghyun laughed as his master was fumbling with the remote control. That confirmed all his assumptions. “You got some needs.”
“E-excuse me?”
“Didn’t you say that Eunsook was your ex-lover? You guys probably broke up a few months ago. This just clearly states that you haven’t got laid for months.” The pet declared, pointing at his master’s crotch. “And that is one of the reasons why you’re pms-ing.”
“You’re crazy.”
“And fantasizing about your ex-girlfriend’s boobs is not crazy?”
“That’s it!” Taemin tossed the remote control at Jonghyun’s direction and jumped off the couch. He wasn’t really mad at the boy. The truth was he was really flustered because Jonghyun’s proclamations were all right. “I hate you so much.”
“But baby!”
“I’m not your baby, you shrewd dog!”
“Aw, babe. I’m sorry!” Jonghyun, on the other hand, continued to mock the bewildered boy who was now walking out of the scene. “Don’t leave me, baby!” He chased the boy and hugged him from the back, dragging their locked bodies back down on the couch.
“Get off of me!”
“Oh, baby,” Jonghyun mewled. He was positioned on top of Taemin, their bodies tightly pressed together. Taemin wished he would just melt into a puddle because a) the position they were currently in was borderline awkward, b) Jonghyun’s face in this angle looked so fucking good, c) The feeling of Jonghyun’s body against him was pure torture, and d) the hard-on tent on his pants courtesy of Eunsook’s boobs was poking Jonghyun’s thighs.
“J-Jonghyun! Rule number one!” Taemin stuttered. He needed to get out of Jonghyun’s trap soon or his member down there might burst into flames. “A-and! The last r-rule!”
“Do you like my mounds?” Jonghyun teased, rubbing himself against Taemin’s chest. “Look! My boobies are like your favorite pudding. Do you want to feel them? Or do you want to devour them?” The amount of witticism lingering between Jonghyun’s mantras was indeed massive but it never ceased to make his cock throb, especially when he felt the boy’s erect nipples pressing hard on his clothed chest. He tried in vain to stop all the salacious sounds that was about to come out of his mouth but he failed. He floundered badly when Jonghyun started grinding his hips down, intentionally rubbing and hitting his hardness. Taemin moaned so loud he was certain that the entire apartment complex could hear him. He bucked his hips up and closed his eyes, enjoying the feeling of Jonghyun’s hardening cock bumping against his.
“O-oh G-god…” Taemin hastily wounded his arms around Jonghyun’s neck and pulled him close to his face, allowing a massive amount of steam to swirl around their faces. The amount of temperature between them was so high that Taemin felt like he just caught a severe fever. The abnormal temperature rose up when the boy caught a glimpse of Jonghyun’s half lidded eyes. Taemin was really attracted to those pair of orbs. Those lovely brown eyes served as a magnet, forcefully pulling the prey closer to the monster. The heated staring battle ended when Taemin closed the distance between them, tightening his grip around the man’s neck and mercilessly kissing Jonghyun’s plump lips. ‘Dear Lord. Who needs a girlfriend when you have Jonghyun?’
But when Taemin started undoing Jonghyun’s pants, all his lustful fantasies disappeared with the cold night breeze. Well, Jonghyun began chuckling and giggling against his mouth, pulling back ever so slowly to release his obnoxious laugh. “T-Taemin… I can’t…” And then he guffawed so hard, making him fall off of the couch. “Funniest. Thing. Ever.” The pet added while shifting his gaze at Taemin’s crotch area, snickering at the sight of an obvious tent.
“Very funny, Jonghyun. Very funny.” No, it wasn’t funny. Indeed, that experience really made his insides tingle, but for the aggravated boy, it was a bit alarming. That thing actually accentuated Taemin’s complication more it would probably reach the highest point soon.
“I told you! I was right all along!”
“Go find some hobo outside and ask them to run you a bath.” He abandoned the man chuckling and rolling on the floor and retreated back to his room.
There were two things that he needed to take care of right now, His discreet sexual desires towards his ex and his aching problem down there.
a/n: ahhhh an update ;~; YAY FOR PLOT TWIST
AND CHEAP SMUT
this chapter took me forever to write ngl ;~~~;
this one is really vague but yeah
i'm just giving you an idea on what's going to happen nexttttt
i mean ummm regarding the relationship development and shit
lmao omg to much blabber ok bye ty xoxo
word count: ~4,500
rating: r (for this chapter)
genre: au, romance, comedy
disclaimer: i own... the plot.
summary: a box drastically changed lee taemin's life.
note: unbeta'd (as always) first ever rated fic so please bear with me, cries
“Uh, excuse me… what?”
Jonghyun got up from where he was sitting and went to the sofa. He sat there silently; arms crossed firmly, causing his stout muscles to flex a bit. Taemin took in the overwhelming sight in front of him and gulped, his adams apple gradually bobbing up and down. ‘Psh. Show off.’
“Be my pet.”
He could see the priceless reaction pasted on Jonghyun’s face from the spot where he was standing.
“You heard me, Jonghyun.”
Taemin had no idea why he said that. He wasn’t quite sure why he asked for that thing. Was he longing for the feeling of having a pet at home? But he could just buy a new pup in the pet store, right? Was it because Jonghyun really did remind him of a dog? But it was clear that the man had all the traits a human should obtain and the truth was presented right before his very eyes. Taemin didn’t seem to care at all, though. The boy has indeed lost his sane mind. But he definitely did want this to happen.
“Let me just remind you that you’re currently lurking inside my territory,” Taemin affirmed sharply, eyes squinting while pointing at the hardwood floor. “And every item that resides in here, including dust, is mine.” He tried so hard to sound barbaric in front of Jonghyun. He wasn’t really an ill-mannered person but it wouldn’t hurt to try it just once.
“It’s either you accept my proposal or you get out of this place.”
The tension inside the room was getting thicker, even a trained warrior wouldn’t be able to cut in half. Taemin and Jonghyun were now engaged into a staring battle, the red head’s brown orbs locked steadily with the other man’s round, doe eyes.
“Is that all?” Jonghyun broke the sickening silence and flashed a mischievous smile. It looked like those words didn’t affect him at all. Of course, that hurt the Taemin’s pride because basically, Jonghyun just threw all the manliness that the red head showcased out of the window.
“Wh-what do you mean?”
“I thought you were going to ask me to do something hardcore,” The new captive was now sprawled out on the couch, his bulky arms tucked under his head. “Like asking me to become your personal assassin or pleasure slave,” he wiggled his eyebrows and chuckled. “But you made everything easy for me.”
“…You’re okay with this?” Taemin struggled to hide the smile that was about to form on his lips. Yes, his decision made him happy, but he wasn’t going to show him that.
“Eh. Why not? The lodging is free, the food is free. And most importantly, everything is fucking free.” The gleeful pet smiled at him, and this time, he paid him back with a genuine smile.
“Now get of off the couch.” The taller boy pranced back to the living room and approached the creature lounging on it. “Pets aren’t allowed to sit on the couch.” He declared as he kicked Jonghyun off of the comfy seat.
“You didn’t mention that violence was included,” The smile painted on Jonghyun’s face was so radiant it could burn Taemin’s eyes.
“Shut up.” The pet owner ordered as he tumbled down on the couch, hogging the entire place. “Now, let’s discuss the rules.”
Breathe in.
“…First of all, you are not allowed to sit on the couch. You can plant your ass anywhere you want just not on the couch. Second, you can’t use the television once the clock strikes at twelve. That thing needs rest, too. Third, you can’t go on telling people about this stupid-“
“Wait, I didn’t get your name!”
“Just call me Taemin. Anyway, where did I stop? Oh, yeah, you can’t tell people about this stupid deal of ours-“
“You have such a cute name.”
“Silence, please! Fourth, don’t you ever, ever touch my things! Don’t even try to gnaw them. Fifth, you can only sleep on the floor. Don’t worry, I’ll provide all your sleeping paraphernalia. And lastly…”
Breathe out.
Taemin eyed the bright screen of the TV. ‘Five Senses of Eros? Where in hell did he get the DVD?’ The frame was showing a man on top of a girl. They were both half-clothed until the man’s stubby hands travelled around the girl’s waist. The boy proceeded to unclasp his girl’s lacy bra, kissing and licking the-
He swiftly grabbed the remote control and switched the thing off. He then reminded himself to organize his belongings properly.
“…No intimate physical contact.”
Jonghyun smirked. “You mean… no sex?”
“You got it.”
But when Taemin’s wicked beast stood up and inched closer to him, their noses almost touching, he suddenly wanted to obliterate the last rule.
“We’ll see about that.”
The percent of Jonghyun’s ability to build a family decreased after that.
-
That night was filled with nothing but pure madness. The two did nothing but fool around and pig out. But the sly dog went hardcore and tested how long his master’s patience can go. Like the time when Taemin was working in the kitchen, he almost sabotaged the whole place when Jonghyun wouldn’t shut up about him being a good chef, and when Jonghyun kept slapping Taemin’s butt even though the latter had told him to look back and review ‘rule number six’. Jonghyun ignored all the bickering and continued to feel his master’s butt. Taemin didn’t complain though, because obviously, he liked it.
Taemin got the chance to know the man better. He found out that Jonghyun was already twenty-six, making the boy five years older than him and should be addressed as ‘hyung’, but no, he refused to call him that. He also discovered that his pet was a freelance singer and was a part of a band. They performed at various cafes and clubs but got disbanded after a few months for some reason Jonghyun wouldn’t tell him. Taemin also inquired about his family background but Jonghyun evaded the query. When Taemin asked why he had Hulk’s body, the pet just raised his eyebrow and said “are you perhaps... jealous?”
Jonghyun also told him the story on how he ended up in the box. Apparently, his mother kicked him out of their house. He didn’t reveal the reason why because according to the pet, it was too personal. After his mother disowned him, he wandered around town and hunted for a place to stay in. He tried to crash into his best friend’s apartment but the latter denied the request, shooing the homeless man and telling him to just stay in a motel. He legitimately wanted to stay in a motel but unfortunately, his wallet didn’t have anything in it except his baby picture and an expired Mcdonald’s coupon. Even his former band mates, school mates and even his vocal coach rejected him. He didn’t want to fall into a deep slumber on a dusty bench in a deserted park (because his pride wouldn’t let him) and so he just opted for the motel although he was clearly penniless. He was quietly exploring the metropolis when he stumbled upon a troop of drunken hoodlums armed with baseball bats and sturdy, long blocks of wood, lashing a defenceless mister. Jonghyun wanted to help the man but he knew it wasn’t really a great idea. When the helpless man passed out, the iniquitous men dumped the boy inside a capacious brown box and left it in a secluded corner. The delinquents noticed Jonghyun and started to beat the shit out of the man, assaulting him until he was bleeding. Jonghyun didn’t know what happened after that. He was already inside the box when he woke up.
Taemin just kept on ooh-ing and nodding his head, listening intently as Jonghyun was disclosing his story with a lot passion and hand gestures. He thought it was cute how Jonghyun got carried away by his own story.
The tandem got closer overnight, but not too close, because the unfamiliar feeling was still lingering somewhere in between them. Taemin just hoped that Jonghyun would be able to open up to him fully someday.
After the quick interrogation, Jonghyun asked his master to run a bath for him. ‘I haven’t showered since last week’ He said. The boy even requested to wash his hair and scrub his back. Of course, Taemin wouldn’t say no to that.
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The sun was shining brightly outside but Taemin was still glued to his bed, not even bothering to shut off his alarm clock. He was still in cloud nine, completely drained from their strenuous activity last night. Who knew pet grooming was going to be this hard?
Ten minutes had passed but Taemin’s head was still buried into the pillow. He’d be late for his work but he was too sleepy to give a single fuck. He was about to drift off to sleep until he heard his door creak open.
“Rise and shine lazy-ass!” Jonghyun’s voice echoed inside the room. It was followed by a disturbing sound of clanging metal. That was probably his forgotten alarm clock. Poor thing.
“Jongmmhnn… Fugh yoo…” Taemin moaned, rubbing his cheeks against the thick sheet. The sound that had just escaped from his mouth was absolutely lewd that it made Jonghyun throw back a suggestive joke. “It’s too early for some butt-fucking, Taemin-ah.”
“Wow, Jjong,” The boy got up slowly, wincing slightly at the searing pain in his head. He then tousled his red locks, not caring about the fact that his bed hair was already chaotic. “You’re sick in the head.”
Jonghyun chuckled, totally amused by his master’s crankiness. “I know, I know.” He grabbed Taemin’s arms and dragged him out of the tempting expanse of fluffy sheet and cotton. “Now move your fancy ass or you’ll be late for work.”
But Taemin refused to move and stood there motionlessly. “I’m already late. My shift usually starts at seven.” He glanced at the clock and sighed when he noticed that the short hand of the clock was pointing at nine. “And besides… it’s Friday.” The young lad stretched his arms up, lifting his shirt up a bit. Jonghyun gaped in awe, boring his eyes at the wide breadth of smooth skin in front of him.
“Did you come here to stare at my gorgeous body?” The master commented when he noticed the piercing stares that his pet was throwing at him. He knew what was going on inside Jonghyun’s mind and so he continued the mental torture and stripped his shirt off, aiming the discarded garment at Jonghyun’s direction. “What a pervert.”
“What a tease.” Jonghyun said while beaming a smile at his master. That didn’t mean that he accepted the fact that he indeed was a pervert, though.
“What a horny dog.”
-
The exchange of offensive remarks instantly ended when Jonghyun’s stomach roared like a hungry beast. After exchanging a few dirty looks, the two decided to move their feet and walked into the kitchenette, immediately rummaging the cold storage for food.
“I can’t believe we actually murdered the food supply for next week.” Taemin announced as he scanned the near empty refrigerator. He sighed, recalling the bountiful cook fest last night. The only things left untouched were the apples, butter and a can of beer. Even the groceries he bought last night were already gone. “How about fried apples for breakfast?”
“We’re out of oil too.” Jonghyun stated while leaning on one of the counters, shoulders slumped forward. “Tell me, how you’re going to fry that thing.”
“Duh,” Jonghyun’s master rolled his eyes at him “We can use the butter.” He added, grabbing the stick of butter and waving it in front of Jonghyun’s face.
“Are we really going to eat fried apples for breakfastoopmfh-”
Taemin clasped his pet’s mouth shut and just dragged him out of the flat. “To the grocery, we go!”
The car ride to the grocery was disastrous. Jonghyun kept on pestering Taemin about his work, his everyday life and his love life. It was Jonghyun’s turn to get to know the man but he definitely chose the wrong place for interrogation. Taemin was about to turn right but his pet suddenly asked him about how active he was in bed which made him step on the breaks, causing their bodies to jerk forward harshly. The boy just replied with a scoff and continued driving. The tormenting didn’t end there, though. Jonghyun pushed further and asked if his master already had a girlfriend or if he was currently dating some girl from his workplace. Taemin was so agitated that he just gave Jonghyun an evil smirk and stepped on the breaks again, which made Jonghyun bounce forward and momentarily choke on his own spit. Taemin had to thank the Gods that the supermarket was just a few minutes away from his home, because if the place was farther, then they would probably end up in a car crash.
-
As usual, the supermarket was packed. Taemin had no choice but to blend in the rushing crowd because they needed food to live for another week. Jonghyun trailed behind him, dragging the metal cart forward nonchalantly.
“You know, we could have just hit the fast food or some restaurant.”
“Wow, So rowdy. Just be grateful that your belly won’t be getting hollow for a week.”
“Did you make a list?” Jonghyun asked as they were passing by the beverage section, sneakily dropping four bottles of Soju in the shopping cart when Taemin wasn’t looking. He was aware that the percent of him getting caught was extremely high but he did it anyway.
“No,” Taemin was occupied, intently skimming through the aisles of bottled drinks and liquors. “I don’t need them.” Of course, that was a big lie. He badly needed them because he really didn’t have any idea what to buy or which brand to pick.
“Are you sure?”
“I can’t believe I’m actually treating you like a human today.” The red head stated as he reached for a large bottle of orange juice. “I should be the one ordering you around, like, asking you to roll over or perform some extreme tricks such as passing through a loop surrounded with flame.” He continued as he dropped the bottle in the cart, his eyebrow rising up at the sight of green glass bottles neatly placed at the upper right corner of the trolley.
That shut Jonghyun up. He just continued following his master around, pouting like a kicked puppy. It was true. He was supposed to be acting as Taemin’s pet but instead, he was acting like his mother, bugging him and interviewing him about things he didn’t have any business with every nanosecond.
“Good boy.” Taemin remarked, petting Jonghyun’s head gingerly. “My pet is so well-behaved.” He appended as he began dishevelling the boy’s brown locks. Jonghyun just stood languidly and allowed his master to carry on grazing him. “Keep that attitude or I’ll stuff you inside a box and send you back to those hoodlums.”
The duo went back to shopping. They were able to fill almost half of the cart with their necessities and some other things that weren’t really essential. Jonghyun didn’t argue anymore. Taemin was going to pay for all of it anyway.
The pair strolled around the grocery and scanned the sections that they failed to check a while ago. Their journey was calm and composed until they traversed through the aisles of packed noodles. That was the time when Jonghyun’s muteness melted away.
“I haven’t eaten noodles since forever!” The brown-haired boy dashed to the corner where the cup noodles were stationed, hopping and swinging his arms like a complete idiot.
“Jjong!” Taemin cried out, wholly bothered about the way his pet was functioning. “You blockhead!” The perturbed boy pushed the cart in to Jonghyun’s direction. “Jonghyun, sit!”
Jonghyun, who was now carrying ten gigantic bowls of ramen noodles, stopped in his tracks and submissively sat on the filthy floor.
“What did I do now?”
“What do you mean ‘what did I do now’? You were running around the store like a fucking five year old.”
“But I wasn’t! What’s the problem with that anyway?”
“Is this how you’re supposed to treat your master?”
“Are you on your period?” Jonghyun remained seated on the ground, cuddling the numerous packages of noodles. “You’re always irritable.” He was really puzzled as to why Taemin was acting like a pms-ing teenage girl. Was running around the grocery store a grave crime now?
Taemin sighed. Jonghyun was right; he had been acting really weird these past few days. He believed it was because of work and stress but somewhere in the depths of his brain tells him that there was more to it. I wasn’t just stress. And he needed to find out what that thing was immediately.
“Up.” The taller boy instructed. “Get up, Jonghyun.” Taemin’s tone was a bit apologetic. It was not his intention to tear apart Jonghyun’s feelings. He felt awful for launching his rage on the boy.
“Yeah, roger that.”
Taemin wasn’t sure if the smile Jonghyun gave him embodied merriment, though.
-
Taemin and his pet sauntered throughout the square, too engrossed to even recall the particular reason why they landed in the grocery store. They were quite enthralled with shopping that they briefly forgot about their dying stomachs. Breakfast was the main reason, wasn’t it?
“Jong, I think we’re good to go.”
“You think so?” Jonghyun managed to crack, devouring on the free sample of a hotdog on a stick.
“No, look how empty the cart is.” Taemin defended sarcastically, motioning at their grocery cart brimful of multicoloured packages. This caused a sparse of depression on the boy, knowing that his purse was going to get half-killed anytime soon. “Let’s go.”
The trolley accelerated a bit too fast when Taemin tried stealing a bite of Jonghyun’s hotdogs. The metal thing eventually collided with a cart of the same kind, producing a clamorous clink.
“Oh my god, I am so-“
“…Taemin?”
His speech was halted by a melodious voice. He was certain that he knew that voice and he recognized the owner of that tone.
“Hey.”
Standing a few meters behind him, clutching on the trolley’s handle bars was his former lover, clad in a baby blue maternity dress.
“Long time no see. How are you?” How are you? Taemin snickered at that. After crushing all his hopes and dreams, after getting herself pregnant by shamelessly riding the dick of his co-worker, ‘How are you’ were the only words she could utter? What the boy expected was an apology.
“Good. Uh, you? How are things?”
“It’s getting quite tough,” Eunsook gently patted the round bump on her belly. “But I’ll get through it soon.”
“Ah, I see. Congratulations.” Taemin wanted to escape and bawl in an isolated corner. It was really weird seeing Eunsook like this. She was still captivating, nonetheless. Her black locks were still as smooth as ever. The permanent smile was still lingering on her goddess-like face. She was still the perfect Eunsook he knew; the only difference was she wasn’t his Eunsook anymore.
“Thank you!” Eunsook, being the cheerful girl that she was, nodded her head vigorously. Her vibrant movement caused something to bounce along with her body; the girl’s shape was really blessed with abundance especially the chest part. Taemin’s eyes bulged out in sockets as he watched the thing jiggle freely like a pudding. Jonghyun had noticed it too. He even halted his bonding time with his hotdog just to make way for this once in a lifetime experience. “And oh, do you mind if I ask your name?”
Taemin cleared his throat, tearing his eyes away from the girl’s front. “She asked for your name idiot.” He nudged the sides of the momentarily forgotten Jonghyun.
“O-oh, my n-name is Jonghyun.” The boy spluttered, holding the hotdog stick tightly. “And you are…?”
“Eunsook. Lee Eunsook. It’s a pleasure to meet you Jonghyun.” The vibrant girl bowed down. It was then followed by an obscene jiggling and muffled groaning.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you too! Are you Taemin’s…“
Taemin shot him a murderous look as he pushed the cart towards the boy’s direction, purposely hitting Jonghyun’s back with the metal. “I’m sorry Eunsook but we have to go now.” He forced back a smile. “See you around.”
-
The week after the incident didn’t go as smooth as expected. Every morning, Taemin would always serve a bowl full of his immutable squabbles about how Jonghyun snored so loud the previous night, how the boy wasted a lot of shampoo during the late night showers, and how the boy did nothing but just lounge on the couch and laze around. To sum it all up, Taemin was still PMS-ing and it was going really severe. Jonghyun tried asking his master if he was undergoing some emotional stress or if something was bugging the shit out of him but Taemin remained silent. Jonghyun just concluded in his mind that the culprit of this whole ordeal was something or someone from his work place. Unfortunately, he was wrong.
“Taemin, tell me what’s wrong.” It was a cold Sunday night. Taemin and Jonghyun were situated in the living room, watching drama re-runs on TV. Jonghyun, Of course, was sitting on the floor whilst the grumpy one was stretched on the couch. “Please.”
Taemin heaved a sigh of defeat. “I guess I’m left with no choice then.”
“Spill it.”
“I saw Eunsook today. At work. She was visiting her soon-to-be husband and ugh, it was so disturbing! I couldn’t concentrate on my work.”
“And by saying ‘disturbing’, you mean…”
“Yeah. Her body. Her face. Her boobs. Her gigantic boobs are disturbing me.”
Jonghyun face distorted into something unpleasant and horrifying, he was totally not expecting that answer. “Her… what?”
“Oh my God.” Taemin smacked his face, embracing the scent of defeat. He didn’t mean to reveal his dirty little secret to his pet. “It’s not what you think.”
“Let’s not beat around the bush, Sir.” Jonghyun was living a lie all this time. So it wasn’t about work but about Eunsook. He really thought that Taemin was an innocent one but the sudden outburst convinced him that his master had that kind of side too. Eunsook seemed to have a big impact on Taemin. He suddenly wondered what’s her role in his master’s life was. This girl was striking his master on the right spots badly. “Who’s that Eunsook girl anyway?”
“My ex-girlfriend.”
That revelation made Jonghyun feel like he just won the jackpot of a lotto draw. “Oh, I get it now.”
“You get what?” Taemin went to grab the remote from the other side of the sofa. Apparently, the drama they were watching was a romantic one and the episode that was airing had a scene that Taemin didn’t want to see.
Jonghyun laughed as his master was fumbling with the remote control. That confirmed all his assumptions. “You got some needs.”
“E-excuse me?”
“Didn’t you say that Eunsook was your ex-lover? You guys probably broke up a few months ago. This just clearly states that you haven’t got laid for months.” The pet declared, pointing at his master’s crotch. “And that is one of the reasons why you’re pms-ing.”
“You’re crazy.”
“And fantasizing about your ex-girlfriend’s boobs is not crazy?”
“That’s it!” Taemin tossed the remote control at Jonghyun’s direction and jumped off the couch. He wasn’t really mad at the boy. The truth was he was really flustered because Jonghyun’s proclamations were all right. “I hate you so much.”
“But baby!”
“I’m not your baby, you shrewd dog!”
“Aw, babe. I’m sorry!” Jonghyun, on the other hand, continued to mock the bewildered boy who was now walking out of the scene. “Don’t leave me, baby!” He chased the boy and hugged him from the back, dragging their locked bodies back down on the couch.
“Get off of me!”
“Oh, baby,” Jonghyun mewled. He was positioned on top of Taemin, their bodies tightly pressed together. Taemin wished he would just melt into a puddle because a) the position they were currently in was borderline awkward, b) Jonghyun’s face in this angle looked so fucking good, c) The feeling of Jonghyun’s body against him was pure torture, and d) the hard-on tent on his pants courtesy of Eunsook’s boobs was poking Jonghyun’s thighs.
“J-Jonghyun! Rule number one!” Taemin stuttered. He needed to get out of Jonghyun’s trap soon or his member down there might burst into flames. “A-and! The last r-rule!”
“Do you like my mounds?” Jonghyun teased, rubbing himself against Taemin’s chest. “Look! My boobies are like your favorite pudding. Do you want to feel them? Or do you want to devour them?” The amount of witticism lingering between Jonghyun’s mantras was indeed massive but it never ceased to make his cock throb, especially when he felt the boy’s erect nipples pressing hard on his clothed chest. He tried in vain to stop all the salacious sounds that was about to come out of his mouth but he failed. He floundered badly when Jonghyun started grinding his hips down, intentionally rubbing and hitting his hardness. Taemin moaned so loud he was certain that the entire apartment complex could hear him. He bucked his hips up and closed his eyes, enjoying the feeling of Jonghyun’s hardening cock bumping against his.
“O-oh G-god…” Taemin hastily wounded his arms around Jonghyun’s neck and pulled him close to his face, allowing a massive amount of steam to swirl around their faces. The amount of temperature between them was so high that Taemin felt like he just caught a severe fever. The abnormal temperature rose up when the boy caught a glimpse of Jonghyun’s half lidded eyes. Taemin was really attracted to those pair of orbs. Those lovely brown eyes served as a magnet, forcefully pulling the prey closer to the monster. The heated staring battle ended when Taemin closed the distance between them, tightening his grip around the man’s neck and mercilessly kissing Jonghyun’s plump lips. ‘Dear Lord. Who needs a girlfriend when you have Jonghyun?’
But when Taemin started undoing Jonghyun’s pants, all his lustful fantasies disappeared with the cold night breeze. Well, Jonghyun began chuckling and giggling against his mouth, pulling back ever so slowly to release his obnoxious laugh. “T-Taemin… I can’t…” And then he guffawed so hard, making him fall off of the couch. “Funniest. Thing. Ever.” The pet added while shifting his gaze at Taemin’s crotch area, snickering at the sight of an obvious tent.
“Very funny, Jonghyun. Very funny.” No, it wasn’t funny. Indeed, that experience really made his insides tingle, but for the aggravated boy, it was a bit alarming. That thing actually accentuated Taemin’s complication more it would probably reach the highest point soon.
“I told you! I was right all along!”
“Go find some hobo outside and ask them to run you a bath.” He abandoned the man chuckling and rolling on the floor and retreated back to his room.
There were two things that he needed to take care of right now, His discreet sexual desires towards his ex and his aching problem down there.
a/n: ahhhh an update ;~; YAY FOR PLOT TWIST
AND CHEAP SMUT
this chapter took me forever to write ngl ;~~~;
this one is really vague but yeah
i'm just giving you an idea on what's going to happen nexttttt
i mean ummm regarding the relationship development and shit
lmao omg to much blabber ok bye ty xoxo