Yes, My Master (11/?)
Title: Yes, My Master (11/?)
Author : Ahra
Pairing: 2min
Genre: AU
Rating: PG-15
Summary: Choi Minho - the sexiest, smartest, richest guy in universe. Unbeatable in the school grade and currently leading a top company under his father's name as the youngest president. Lee Taemin is all Minho needs as his personal assistant. Yes, perfect combination in work, life, and perhaps, love.
a/n: This is the longest chapter i've ever written to make up my mistake for keeping my readers in curiousity. I hope you will like this!
“ I would like to know your answer after my confession.”
Jonghyun searched any sign into the younger's beautiful orbs, but the younger remained still. Taemin didn't let out any sentence as Jonghyun finally took a step by caressing his cheek softly.
" Taemin, i -"
He's really pretty in close view.
Why do i see 'her' in him?
" I will wait your answer at the park in the center of town.."
Come to think of it..
" And text me whenever you are ready to."
Jonghyun ditched the thought and focused to the stunned boy beside him.
" and if you don't come.." he continued with a slight stale smile, " .. i'm gonna take it as that's the end."
As you will understand what it is for.
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Jonghyun's Lamborghini pulled up in front of Choi Residence at exactly about to night time and out came Taemin whose eyes still dazed of anything happened today. Jonghyun's mouth glued dense, eyes locking into somewhere above there. Taemin carefully looked up along and ended up on Minho's room.
Is he staring the room?
" .. Are you not coming along to inside, Milord?" Taemin plucked up courage to speak up first. The older boy smiled and shook his head. " I have to go to somewhere, i need to settle something down first." So he stepped on the gas treadle and sped off in a frantic rush of hurry - or at least it was what Taemin assessed.
But Taemin just didn't realize, that someone inside the room was peeking secretly through a pane, over the silk curtain covering the window, eyes stalking at whatever Taemin had been doing since he got in home.
But until midnight came, Jonghyun had not returned back.
And two days passed like that with no Jonghyun in the Choi Residence.
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" He hasn't come home yet?"
Butler Eli shook his head, forehead wrinkling to any that could explain his worry. Taemin loosened his stiff shoulders. " I see." he mumbled under his breathe, mind wandering to expect anywhere Jonghyun might be at. It was not like Taemin worrying him to the state of love. But a familiar loss haunted him, Taemin felt Jonghyun could be gone, not coming back if he didn't give any proper answer.
What should he say?
To think that his curiousity about Jonghyun's feeling to Minho..
Taemin liked Jonghyun - not that kind of liking, but he liked Jonghyun's friendliness. He liked when Jonghyun smiled warmly. He liked when Jonghyun actually concerned on his young master ---
Concern?
But why?
" He is awesome."
Taemin let out a heavy sigh in deep thoughts, dragging feet to school after bid a good bye to Eli.
" Seriously, Minho," Key furrowed, tongue clicking in annoyance, " It has been a week and you two haven't talked any yet! So let's me presume this, are you planning to keep your pride to your stubborness and leave out him? Oh you are so not gonna do that because you are bastard protective over him!"
Minho just slumped down to his seat at the seat opposite to Key's as he glared to the diva, obviously unhappy hearing the innuendo. " Could you stop making me like the sloppy bastard one? Everyone is staring at us!"
Key rolled his eyes. " At you, certainly. It's weird getting you with no company following you around like, normally," Key sneered, " especially when you have marked Taemin as yours so no one can touch him."
" Of course," Minho stuck his nose high in the air, " He's my personal assistant and i can do million things i want to him in less than one minute. That proves my belonging."
Key was already on the verge of wanting to punch Minho's face straightly and telling him to have a charisma gaze is not working at all especially when he is a dummy. If there was any, then Key just wanted to give Minho two tight smacks.
But a dumb could not be taught with violance, so Key refrained and with a great patience, he nudged Minho. " How if someone is hitting on him when you are not on his side?"
Minho was still playing with the fabric wrapping his legs. " .. and?"
" You are only his young master," Key dropped a bomb, " not his lover. Everyone has a chance to own him fully."
Finally he said that.
Key then waited for any sign, but it was earning frozen Minho at the end of sentence, and Key burst out a snort, thinking Minho perhaps as the stupidest human alive if he needed time to connect to his low IQ.
" .. Better gonna check Taemin first."
Oh, man, seriously, did he just realize it? Key sizzled and got up to chase after Minho quickly. Damn it, why did that guy have a pair of very long legs?
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Taemin just sank down on a bench, staring at the blue sky with soft chill wind stroking his face. The fringes fell messily over his forehead and Taemin just let it while looking up to the white, puffy clouds. His mind was roaming in an alien world and could not seem to get back at the moment.
Jonghyun didn't lie about his feeling to Minho, it wasn't a love or any romance affection. Jonghyun told the truth, somehow Taemin managed to catch the implicit cue even without being told. It was, Taemin didn't know Jonghyun's feeling to him whether true or not, whether pure love or admirement, Taemin just could not fetch the content.
But the way Jonghyun sees young master is just.. different..
It's like i've seen and experienced it before..
Taemin closed his eyes.
" This is the only son of President Choi, Young Master Minho."
Oh right.
The first encounter with young master..
" I hope you can get along well with him, Taemin-ah."
He was cold to me, nonchalant kid ever.
Mock glaring, as if he told me to stay away.
But as soon as he saw me closer, and the distance between us enclosed too,
His eyes widened in suprise, so did i.
" .. Are you a boy?"
Taemin slowly opened his eyes, absentmindedly throwing his view aside, too haywire to even sense Minho's coming within several meters away.
He is a cool guy, isn't he.
" My name is Lee Taemin, and i'm a boy! Nice to meet you, Young Master!"
It was just like that day, when i saw him first from afar.
The more i see him close, the more i feel his brilliance.
".. Yeah whatever."
Amazing, so magnificent.
He is.. awesome.
And right away, Taemin snapped out of his train of thoughts as he realized something.
It can't be.
But on the contrary, Taemin wasn't aware enough to sense Minho's presence next to him. His mind hardly contained a lot of notions, slowly Taemin reached to a closest probability.
" Taemin, listen. I'm sorry i.."
Meanwhile over there Minho was still babbling to his aplogy and explanation, seemed not to catch Taemin already-slumping--deep-into-his-own-world clearly enough.
Taemin creased his forehead, face scrunching up to his deep thought. It felt so familiar. Taemin knew the kind of feeling Jonghyun had to Minho because once, he felt it too. When Taemin admired him for the first time.
" So Taemin.. perhaps.. I like - "
Taemin's eyes widened.
" AAAAH! I GET IT!"
Minho blinked twice, naturally suprised of Taemin's sudden squeal. " .. W.. What?"
In the first second, Taemin rose up real quick.
And the next second was Taemin suddenly ran away, leaving the shocked boy like a ninja, fingers hit phone buttons frantically.
He’d better read the message soon, Taemin murmured whisperingly as he gulped his saliva down all in once. Not this feeling of loss he wanted - or at least what he felt.
‘You will lose a friend again, if you don’t come and put off your answer to his confession.’
And that was his heart just told him, or some pieces of his lost memory perhaps did so.
Sadly Lee Taemin, being unaware once again, didn’t really pay attention to everything around him.
After watching Taemin left the place, a man in black who had been stalking him all this time immediately followed him behind secretly, deciding that it might be a good chance to finish him off.
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Jonghyun just hang up with his liegeman, Jino, eyes twitching as he leaned back against his car. He had not returned back to Choi Residence for two days long and he was already exhausted after digging up some information from America.
Oh God, Minho needs to know this.
“ Darn it!” Jonghyun shouted and he kicked the bumper harshly, gritting teeth. He spent two days to stay away from Taemin just for getting a good outcome yet the truth answered differently.
‘Some of their people are indeed in Seoul now, Master. At the same time, we’re having a difficult time to patch up the adviseries. Apparently they are trying to break down our attention by keeping us busy to purge the chaos in the Choi Company in America.’
“ Shit..” Jonghyun sweared frustatedly, looked he was gone bonkers. Thank goodness he had Jino to look after whatever happening in America right now. He had expected this to come, but not this fast.
Not when Minho already had Taemin.
Jonghyun snapped out of the smolder wrath when his phone vibrated as a sign of incoming text. He took out his phone and flipped it open, going to inbox just as he saw the sender.
‘I’m waiting you at the park, Milord.’
Jonghyun just could not wait any longer so he entered his car and on such short notice he drove off the place.
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There goes Choi Minho merely stood still, eyes could not believe what occured ten good minutes ago. He had babbled anything flighty and Lee Taemin barely left him in shock before managed to get his sentence done.
Key just stomped his feet next to Minho when he elbowed him confusedly. “ I thought you were seeing Taemin?”
“ I was, but he left me out of sudden,” Minho pinched the bridge of his nose, pathetically asking for some pity from Key. “ I don’t even know what he was thinking, he seeemed very dazed and drowned into his own world,” just then Minho sputtered small cries of annoyance. Key almost failed to hold back his laugh but he had a mercy. “ So? Why don’t you run after him?”
The crease between Minho’s brows grew as he heard Key’s suggestion. “Escume?”
“ Yeah, just go after him now and everything is done. What else.”
Minho’s mouth dropped down forming a small ‘O’ and Key could fetch any sign of him finally getting a clue. Key wondered why Minho always got A in all subjects when the reality speaks his idiocy.
“ You are genius, Key!”
Or actually you are more than dumb, Minho, Key let out a huge sigh.
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Jonghyun parked his Lamborghini not too far from the park and he hurried to come out after gathering his phone and wallet. He locked his car in rush as he stormed away to find Taemin. He was nervous, heart pulsing rapidly.
Truthfully, he knew Taemin’s answer, but he expected him not to come as promised. He thought Taemin would avoid him after sudden confession, or not to hurt him more. But somehow after receiving the message turned looking forward what Taemin’s gonna say. His heart thumped in a same beat with sweats running down his skin.
There he is, Jonghyun was about to approach him as his eyes caught someone in black meters away behind Taemin, hand clutching a knife.
Jonghyun mentally cursed and finally concluded.
Taemin could wait for him, he had to finish this first.
Slowly, he strutted and made sure Taemin didn’t look at him. He went through trees after using them several times to self conceal as he managed to reach the man without startling him and locked his movement with rolling his left arm around the man’s neck, other free hand gripped hard the wrist.
“ Don’t move,” Jonghyun commanded coldly, “ If you are from America, you will recognize me soon.”
The man widened his eyes, obviously shocked as the threatening voice ghosting the hair on his neck. He took a gulp of saliva and clenching his fist, feeling in danger.
Jonghyun smirked.
“ I shall make you wait for me while I’m going to have a nice talk with Minho’s baby.”
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“ Taemin!”
The said boy turned his head and puckered his nose, slightly confused to the panting man before him. Jonghyun tried to inhale some oxygen properly and smiled. “ Waiting long? Sorry, i need to take care of something.”
“ Uhh. It’s okay.. and you look.. tired after running miles away, Milord..” Taemin scanned over Jonghyun’s physique. The muscular arms looked like twitching little to their fatigue, Taemin swore silently.
“ Well, you’d better worry yourself,” Jonghyun joked, earning small chuckle from the younger. Jonghyun folded his arms over his chest, smiling genuinely. “ So let’s hear what you are gonna say.”
Taemin nervously entwined all of his fingers together, looking down to the ground. He tried his best to get rid of his hesitation as finally exhaled a heavy puff, daring to collide their gazes.
“ I’m sorry i can’t return your feelings to me, Milord.”
Jonghyun had expected this, but somewhat in his heart stabbed softly. But seemingly Taemin had not yet been done with his speech although he was freaking nervous to confess all.
“ So why did you call me to meet up?”
Taemin closed his eyes, figuring out wavy feeling of lost that had been sticking him early.
“ I just don’t want to lose anyone..” he murmured, “ like as, friends. I just.. feel so.”
Jonghyun didn’t seem to blink for any.
He was too stunned.
“ If.. i didn’t come..” Taemin stuttered, “ I thought.. you’d be gone..”
" He's not coming.. and the dinosaur-like boy said we could not see each other anymore.."
“ And besides, ” The corner of Taemin’s eyes peeked up to the older boy, “ You're here for Young Master Minho, right?”
" Why do you assume that?"
" Because, honestly," Just then Taemin formed a very, very tender, delicate, and warm smile on his face, gaze turning soft. " It's not really working to like me."
" It's not working."
" But why?"
" Milord, you.. adore young master so much, don't you?"
and that time, Jonghyun felt he had lost his breath as he was stunned upon the younger's shocking words.
" Your eyes told me so."
" Because i also adored him," a chill wind blew Taemin's silky hair, adding small effect to his words, " The way you look at young master is the same like when i saw him for the first time.
" Isn't it because of him, you are doing this?"
" He's indeed awesome, milord," He whispered almost faintly," that's why you adore him and put yourself competing with him, to make him eager to chase after you, so he could be the best."
" You adore him, right?"
Jonghyun closed his eyes.
Because he's so shining, so wonderful, and so radiating, i intend to make him as the best in everything.
To make him as the number one.
That is my obsession.
" It was the reason why i thought that, you might be adoring him for all this time, Milord."
" What were you thinking so you could say this?"
" I don't know," Taemin shrugged and fell in silence for any good seconds, " I found this feeling just so familiar."
As Jonghyun opened his eyes, he thought he had seen an angel smiling genuinely. It felt warm as the angel's sinfully elegancy radiated him warmly into the deep corner of his heart.
Come to think of it..
The person i like never used skirt before..
" I understand." Jonghyun chuckled, " Perhaps you are right."
.. nor said, 'she' was a girl.
Jonghyun put his right hand on Taemin's shoulder, staring into the brown orbs, searching for any purity, and indeed, the purity was there.
" Taemin-ah," Jonghyun clenched his grip softly, " Once, i had a very beautiful crush. I could assure that 'she' was the prettiest human i have ever seen."
I think i love you a little.
" And when i saw you, i thought you were my old crush."
The one i loved back then, whom i miss so much..
" But i think i guessed wrong. It wasn't you."
Apparently, it was you.
I miss you.
I'm glad i had a chance to love you again, even it's just for a short time.
" .. I miss 'her'." Jonghyun ended his sentence, both pain and relief hoofing him together, but Jonghyun didn't really mind.
Taemin smiled. " I'm sure 'she' misses you too now, Milord."
Yes, he didn't really mind nor need to tell Taemin his honesty.
Because he had met 'her' again.
Jonghyun gave back a tender smile in return. " I guess so."
For two full minutes, they both were quiet, somewhat enjoying the warm atmosphere without saying anything. Jonghyun studied Taemin's innocent, soft expression, as something grew up urging him.
" Taemin-ah."
" Yes?"
Jonghyun smiled cheekily. " Could you close your eyes for a moment?"
Taemin furrowed but he decided not to ask anything, though he was kinda recalling a slight flashed memory. " Okay." and he closed his eyes.
Jonghyun stared at the beautiful boy intently, admiring the overwhelming daintiness.
That kid was sure him.
Absentmindedly, Jonghyun leaned forward, about to reach those plump, red rose lips, and slowly he closed his eyes as well, closing the distance between them.
" What are you doing?"
A deep, husky voice suddenly snapped those two to open their eyes in shock. Before Taemin could turn back, the voice owner already yanked him up . There was Choi Minho stood there as carried Taemin on his shoulder, sending a possessive glare to Kim Jonghyun.
" Literally," he determined, " I won't let you to steal my property, never."
Taemin's jaw went agape.
Jonghyun was almost lost of Minho's words but he chortled, feeling so satisfied. " Whatever you want."
Minho blew up a huge snort and before he left the place with bringing Taemin along, he murmured a small, " Jonghyun, thank you. And go back home soon."
Jonghyun was dumbfounded but he finally chuckled.
So he heard everything.
" Alright. I just have to deal with something first and we need to talk later."
" Sure."
And those two went off the park, but this time after Minho gave a cool smirk for their leaving.
I wonder why he didn't recognize Taemin as 'her' at the very first place.
Jonghyun turned around his heel and laughed softly. Seriously, that idiot young master.
But probably he was dumber than the young master himself, for adoring such a idiot like him.
" Ahh," Jonghyun snickered, " If it weren't Minho, I'd probably steal him away."
Well, at least he needed to take care again of something now, so Jonghyun went to the place that he had arrested the earlier man in black by tying him up with a very tight knot, made him impossible to break away for every probability, every chance. Jonghyun crouched down to study the hostage lying helplessly on the ground, mouth being covered with a completely sticky duct tape. Jonghyun's gaze turned dark and full of anger, gripping some of his hairs crudely.
" Before i send you to the young master as an evidence, i shall tell you something useful," his voice went an octave lower, whispering like a mantra to the man's ear, " it's not a very wise plan to aim Minho's weakness when he has me as his barrier, to protect him."
The man grimaced in pain as Jonghyun pulled back his hair with no mercy, ready to give some snarls.
" Mark my name," Jonghyun mouthed fervent enough to send fright to that man's spine, " I'm Kim Jonghyun, the one who has managed to keep Choi Company in overseas safe, also their secret fighter. I give you a chance to tell your boss it's rather useless to attack them, especially when they still have me."
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" Young Ma-- aaah!" Taemin winced after Minho threw him to his king-sized bed, hand rubbing his dizzy head. Minho just took him away without saying any words and during their way back to home, Minho just muttered, " You will know as soon as we reach my room." so here he was - ended up on Minho's bed while mind still could not catch up anything yet. Taemin was too scared that Minho might 'attack' as usual whenever he got into possessiveness. He gulped, anticipating any action came from Minho but apparently, the young master did nothing. Minho just stared at Taemin deeply, as if he was searching something in Taemin's eyes.
So Taemin gathered up his guts to call him.
" Minho?"
Hearing such a soft voice calling him brought Minho back to the reality after he scanned the small one carefully. He breathed heavily, stroking his fringes backward.
" Well.. I.."
It was so awkward. Minho never felt this twitchy before, but seeing the beautiful creature in front of him innocently made him decide to tell now so he would not regret his decision.
" .. I like you."
Taemin's eyes went wider.
" I made you going through a difficult moment to deal with my possessiveness and jealousy," he murmured timidly, not daring to level up with Taemin's eyes. " But that was because i love you so fucking much that can suffocate me to death, if you are not by my side."
Unconciously, tears were welling up on Taemin's eyelids.
Minho looked up, a bit unsure but he left it out and shifted himself so he was the same eye-level with Taemin and cupped the cheeks with so much tenderness added in his touch, " I love you."
Taemin inhaled a deep breathe and brushed away his tears, grinning mischievously. " So what are you gonna do with your love to me? What if i don't accept you?"
Minho froze a little but he could stay cool and snuffled. " I have determined to make you as mine, to make your eyes for me only, because I am the young master."
Taemin chuckled and he leaned closer.
" Silly," Taemin mumbled, " since the beginning, i'm already yours, don't you remember?"
" My promise is to be with you forever, young master Minho."
Minho's sithe halted as he register that his personal assistant - his Taemin - was telling him a firm answer of accepting his confession.
" Really?"
Taemin gave a small smile. " I love you too, Minho."
It didn't need more seconds when Minho captured Taemin's lips with his own right then, letting the younger gasp in suprise as he struggled but Minho's thumbs caressed Taemin's cheeks. The younger between them had his eyes fluttered close, melting in their mild, slow, and passionate kiss. Minho pushed Taemin softly onto the bed so he fell on Taemin's body, enjoying the kiss for a while until they needed to catch a breath.
But Minho was too hungry for Taemin's lips, so he devoured them again, this time his tongue begged for a entrance and Taemin was more that willing to give the access. He let Minho to dominate their tongue battle, slapping to each. Minho gasped when a bulge was growing up to its life in excitement, and he made an attempt to ravish Taemin's lips again. Taemin unconciously wrapped his hands around Minho's neck, responding the kiss with the same eagerness. His body turned into a Jell-O with Minho's tongue, and his kissing skill was undeniablly Oh-My-God. So now he also wrapped his legs around Minho's torso.
Minho never knew a kiss could be this exciting when he tasted the beautiful boy's lips. He deepened his kiss then slipped a hand inside Taemin's shirt, exploring the soft skin underneath. Minho then took a brutal step, he claimed Taemin's lips by kissing him hard, biting, and sucking them. Taemin was literally panting due to the fatigue.
The hardcore kiss continued between them.
After a while Minho's hand made its way inside Taemin's boxer, but the little one had his eyes widened in shock, clearly not prepared to get another upgraded attempt to their making out.
" Wait.. wait.. not now.."
Minho stopped his hand, brows furrowing. " Excuse me?"
Taemin grinned sheepishly, " I'm not prepared yet. I just need you to cuddle me now and besides, i'm dead tired, Young Master."
Minho sighed in frustation, hearing Taemin's words was painful, top of all the unconciously seductive boy was a huge torture for him. But for Taemin's want, he was willing to do it and he could understand enough that Taemin's energy was drained after their short making out.
" Okay," Minho smiled, arms stretching out to offer a warm cuddle, " Come here."
and Taemin was more than happy to bump their bodies together, Minho's hands wrapping securely around Taemin's waist. Minho buried his face onto Taemin's soft, auburn locks and inhaled the sweet shampoo to indulge himself. He noticed a suture which had been leaving him in wonder.
" Minnie, did you ever fall once?"
Taemin perked up, titling. Minho caressed the suture carefully. " This."
Taemin shrugged. " Fell down from something? I don't know?"
Minho rolled his eyes. " Perhaps it was the reason why you forget some of your childhood memories," Minho resumed teasingly, earning a weak smack from the boy in his embrace.
" Mm yeah, I think so," Taemin pouted, he kept sulking just because Minho loved him like that. Minho lowered his head and caught his lips, this time the kiss was slow and full of love.
" Sleep," Minho whispered against his hair, " You need to take a rest to make me a cup of rose tea later. And from now on, don't hit me with your paperfan again."
" I can't do that, sorry."
" Meanie. Thank goodness you are my lover."
Taemin felt content hearing that as his eyelids were closed slowly with Minho's large body surrounding him, he never felt this safe than before, and he slept with a wide smile on his face.
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Minho opened his eyes before fluttering couple times when his phone vibrated eagerly, grabbing it to check for the messages.
'Wake up, sleepy head. I'm waiting you at the outside.'
Minho growled. That Kim Jonghyun. He let off Taemin from his hands carefully to not awaken the little boy and get up of his bed quickly. He washed his face and flicked droplets to freshen up his drained soul until he was completely awake. Minho went out to the yard, sighing deeply as he saw a figure falling back agaisnt a tree.
" What are you trying to tell me in this early morning?"
Jonghyun laughed. " Not really. I just fulfilled my promise to come home."
Minho snorted and it made Jonghyun crack up even more. He wiped his tears from laughing and soon, his eyes turned into a firm, sharp and serious one.
" The reason why i called you to get here," Jonghyun kicked something - or in this case, someone - out of a thicket. " is this guy. I'm going to bring him to the police soon after i talk to you."
Minho's forehead puckered as he questioned the hostage laying helplessly on the ground, being tied strongly with mouth plastered densely. " Who is he?"
" The one who has set his eyes on Taemin - or simply said, to kidnap him."
Minho's eyes which had been big went even bigger after Jonghyun answered emotionlessly. Jonghyun crossed his arms over his chest, questioningly. " Minho, do you know why are your companies in the overseas almost all 'safe' from any threats?" and received a shake of head as the answer.
" It's because me keeping them safe."
Taemin rubbed his eyes after his long sleep as the sunlight radiated through the panes of Minho's room. He realized his young master was none to be found, so he crawled off the bed and when he was about to pass the window, he saw Minho was down there at the yard, along with Jonghyun.
He wondered what those two were talking about.
" Before i explain everything, let me introduce myself properly. I'm not the same ten years ago Kim Jonghyun," the shorter put his hand on his chest, introducing him with a courteous manner. " I'm the secret fighter for Choi Company, voluntary to lend a help to protect the companies and to make sure nothing harm the presidents, which are none other than you and Uncle Choi," Jonghyun identified himself, making Minho lost in words, " and also, my job is to take a control of the companies either in internal matters, financial, and the safety. What i do is a secret, no one knows this beside President Choi himself."
" Butler Eli, is Jonghyun already coming back to home?"
Eli nodded while serving a cup of coffee on the expensive teak desk. " Yes, and it seems that he is now having a conversation with Milord Minho."
" I see," President Choi took a sip of coffee. " I wonder if Minho already knows about 'that'."
" What do you mean, President, if i could ask you?"
" Well," President Choi leaned his back against the seat, looking up to the ceiling. " Kim Jonghyun is 'special', you know."
" The reason why less problems bugging the main company is, i've managed to shoo them away," Jonghyun continued, eyes never leaving Minho's, " But sadly, there's a condition that might endanger you, and Taemin, and that's also the reason why i am here, returning back to Seoul after ten years."
Minho gulped. " What do you mean by that?"
Jonghyun clenched his fist.
" By using your weakness as the weapon," Jonghyun explained, " Destroying the president's mental by kidnapping the one they love is the easiest way so far, and the most brilliant way, i suppose."
Minho's eyes widened.
" Since auntie had passed away and uncle decided to be a widower.." he muttered, not enough to add Minho more shocks, " Taemin is their aim. They have been spying you for a very, very long time, Minho. This is the time, you need to know this."
Seriously, that was a very worst shit Minho had ever heard in his entire life.
a/n: so the real problem will be started from now. Hehe. You have found Jonghyun's real intention, so tell me what are you thinking now? Sorry for making you depressed in curiousity of this story. Love you all ♥
Author : Ahra
Pairing: 2min
Genre: AU
Rating: PG-15
Summary: Choi Minho - the sexiest, smartest, richest guy in universe. Unbeatable in the school grade and currently leading a top company under his father's name as the youngest president. Lee Taemin is all Minho needs as his personal assistant. Yes, perfect combination in work, life, and perhaps, love.
a/n: This is the longest chapter i've ever written to make up my mistake for keeping my readers in curiousity. I hope you will like this!
“ I would like to know your answer after my confession.”
Jonghyun searched any sign into the younger's beautiful orbs, but the younger remained still. Taemin didn't let out any sentence as Jonghyun finally took a step by caressing his cheek softly.
" Taemin, i -"
He's really pretty in close view.
Why do i see 'her' in him?
" I will wait your answer at the park in the center of town.."
Come to think of it..
" And text me whenever you are ready to."
Jonghyun ditched the thought and focused to the stunned boy beside him.
" and if you don't come.." he continued with a slight stale smile, " .. i'm gonna take it as that's the end."
As you will understand what it is for.
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Jonghyun's Lamborghini pulled up in front of Choi Residence at exactly about to night time and out came Taemin whose eyes still dazed of anything happened today. Jonghyun's mouth glued dense, eyes locking into somewhere above there. Taemin carefully looked up along and ended up on Minho's room.
Is he staring the room?
" .. Are you not coming along to inside, Milord?" Taemin plucked up courage to speak up first. The older boy smiled and shook his head. " I have to go to somewhere, i need to settle something down first." So he stepped on the gas treadle and sped off in a frantic rush of hurry - or at least it was what Taemin assessed.
But Taemin just didn't realize, that someone inside the room was peeking secretly through a pane, over the silk curtain covering the window, eyes stalking at whatever Taemin had been doing since he got in home.
But until midnight came, Jonghyun had not returned back.
And two days passed like that with no Jonghyun in the Choi Residence.
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" He hasn't come home yet?"
Butler Eli shook his head, forehead wrinkling to any that could explain his worry. Taemin loosened his stiff shoulders. " I see." he mumbled under his breathe, mind wandering to expect anywhere Jonghyun might be at. It was not like Taemin worrying him to the state of love. But a familiar loss haunted him, Taemin felt Jonghyun could be gone, not coming back if he didn't give any proper answer.
What should he say?
To think that his curiousity about Jonghyun's feeling to Minho..
Taemin liked Jonghyun - not that kind of liking, but he liked Jonghyun's friendliness. He liked when Jonghyun smiled warmly. He liked when Jonghyun actually concerned on his young master ---
Concern?
But why?
" He is awesome."
Taemin let out a heavy sigh in deep thoughts, dragging feet to school after bid a good bye to Eli.
" Seriously, Minho," Key furrowed, tongue clicking in annoyance, " It has been a week and you two haven't talked any yet! So let's me presume this, are you planning to keep your pride to your stubborness and leave out him? Oh you are so not gonna do that because you are bastard protective over him!"
Minho just slumped down to his seat at the seat opposite to Key's as he glared to the diva, obviously unhappy hearing the innuendo. " Could you stop making me like the sloppy bastard one? Everyone is staring at us!"
Key rolled his eyes. " At you, certainly. It's weird getting you with no company following you around like, normally," Key sneered, " especially when you have marked Taemin as yours so no one can touch him."
" Of course," Minho stuck his nose high in the air, " He's my personal assistant and i can do million things i want to him in less than one minute. That proves my belonging."
Key was already on the verge of wanting to punch Minho's face straightly and telling him to have a charisma gaze is not working at all especially when he is a dummy. If there was any, then Key just wanted to give Minho two tight smacks.
But a dumb could not be taught with violance, so Key refrained and with a great patience, he nudged Minho. " How if someone is hitting on him when you are not on his side?"
Minho was still playing with the fabric wrapping his legs. " .. and?"
" You are only his young master," Key dropped a bomb, " not his lover. Everyone has a chance to own him fully."
Finally he said that.
Key then waited for any sign, but it was earning frozen Minho at the end of sentence, and Key burst out a snort, thinking Minho perhaps as the stupidest human alive if he needed time to connect to his low IQ.
" .. Better gonna check Taemin first."
Oh, man, seriously, did he just realize it? Key sizzled and got up to chase after Minho quickly. Damn it, why did that guy have a pair of very long legs?
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Taemin just sank down on a bench, staring at the blue sky with soft chill wind stroking his face. The fringes fell messily over his forehead and Taemin just let it while looking up to the white, puffy clouds. His mind was roaming in an alien world and could not seem to get back at the moment.
Jonghyun didn't lie about his feeling to Minho, it wasn't a love or any romance affection. Jonghyun told the truth, somehow Taemin managed to catch the implicit cue even without being told. It was, Taemin didn't know Jonghyun's feeling to him whether true or not, whether pure love or admirement, Taemin just could not fetch the content.
But the way Jonghyun sees young master is just.. different..
It's like i've seen and experienced it before..
Taemin closed his eyes.
" This is the only son of President Choi, Young Master Minho."
Oh right.
The first encounter with young master..
" I hope you can get along well with him, Taemin-ah."
He was cold to me, nonchalant kid ever.
Mock glaring, as if he told me to stay away.
But as soon as he saw me closer, and the distance between us enclosed too,
His eyes widened in suprise, so did i.
" .. Are you a boy?"
Taemin slowly opened his eyes, absentmindedly throwing his view aside, too haywire to even sense Minho's coming within several meters away.
He is a cool guy, isn't he.
" My name is Lee Taemin, and i'm a boy! Nice to meet you, Young Master!"
It was just like that day, when i saw him first from afar.
The more i see him close, the more i feel his brilliance.
".. Yeah whatever."
Amazing, so magnificent.
He is.. awesome.
And right away, Taemin snapped out of his train of thoughts as he realized something.
It can't be.
But on the contrary, Taemin wasn't aware enough to sense Minho's presence next to him. His mind hardly contained a lot of notions, slowly Taemin reached to a closest probability.
" Taemin, listen. I'm sorry i.."
Meanwhile over there Minho was still babbling to his aplogy and explanation, seemed not to catch Taemin already-slumping--deep-into-his-own-world clearly enough.
Taemin creased his forehead, face scrunching up to his deep thought. It felt so familiar. Taemin knew the kind of feeling Jonghyun had to Minho because once, he felt it too. When Taemin admired him for the first time.
" So Taemin.. perhaps.. I like - "
Taemin's eyes widened.
" AAAAH! I GET IT!"
Minho blinked twice, naturally suprised of Taemin's sudden squeal. " .. W.. What?"
In the first second, Taemin rose up real quick.
And the next second was Taemin suddenly ran away, leaving the shocked boy like a ninja, fingers hit phone buttons frantically.
He’d better read the message soon, Taemin murmured whisperingly as he gulped his saliva down all in once. Not this feeling of loss he wanted - or at least what he felt.
‘You will lose a friend again, if you don’t come and put off your answer to his confession.’
And that was his heart just told him, or some pieces of his lost memory perhaps did so.
Sadly Lee Taemin, being unaware once again, didn’t really pay attention to everything around him.
After watching Taemin left the place, a man in black who had been stalking him all this time immediately followed him behind secretly, deciding that it might be a good chance to finish him off.
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Jonghyun just hang up with his liegeman, Jino, eyes twitching as he leaned back against his car. He had not returned back to Choi Residence for two days long and he was already exhausted after digging up some information from America.
Oh God, Minho needs to know this.
“ Darn it!” Jonghyun shouted and he kicked the bumper harshly, gritting teeth. He spent two days to stay away from Taemin just for getting a good outcome yet the truth answered differently.
‘Some of their people are indeed in Seoul now, Master. At the same time, we’re having a difficult time to patch up the adviseries. Apparently they are trying to break down our attention by keeping us busy to purge the chaos in the Choi Company in America.’
“ Shit..” Jonghyun sweared frustatedly, looked he was gone bonkers. Thank goodness he had Jino to look after whatever happening in America right now. He had expected this to come, but not this fast.
Not when Minho already had Taemin.
Jonghyun snapped out of the smolder wrath when his phone vibrated as a sign of incoming text. He took out his phone and flipped it open, going to inbox just as he saw the sender.
‘I’m waiting you at the park, Milord.’
Jonghyun just could not wait any longer so he entered his car and on such short notice he drove off the place.
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There goes Choi Minho merely stood still, eyes could not believe what occured ten good minutes ago. He had babbled anything flighty and Lee Taemin barely left him in shock before managed to get his sentence done.
Key just stomped his feet next to Minho when he elbowed him confusedly. “ I thought you were seeing Taemin?”
“ I was, but he left me out of sudden,” Minho pinched the bridge of his nose, pathetically asking for some pity from Key. “ I don’t even know what he was thinking, he seeemed very dazed and drowned into his own world,” just then Minho sputtered small cries of annoyance. Key almost failed to hold back his laugh but he had a mercy. “ So? Why don’t you run after him?”
The crease between Minho’s brows grew as he heard Key’s suggestion. “Escume?”
“ Yeah, just go after him now and everything is done. What else.”
Minho’s mouth dropped down forming a small ‘O’ and Key could fetch any sign of him finally getting a clue. Key wondered why Minho always got A in all subjects when the reality speaks his idiocy.
“ You are genius, Key!”
Or actually you are more than dumb, Minho, Key let out a huge sigh.
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Jonghyun parked his Lamborghini not too far from the park and he hurried to come out after gathering his phone and wallet. He locked his car in rush as he stormed away to find Taemin. He was nervous, heart pulsing rapidly.
Truthfully, he knew Taemin’s answer, but he expected him not to come as promised. He thought Taemin would avoid him after sudden confession, or not to hurt him more. But somehow after receiving the message turned looking forward what Taemin’s gonna say. His heart thumped in a same beat with sweats running down his skin.
There he is, Jonghyun was about to approach him as his eyes caught someone in black meters away behind Taemin, hand clutching a knife.
Jonghyun mentally cursed and finally concluded.
Taemin could wait for him, he had to finish this first.
Slowly, he strutted and made sure Taemin didn’t look at him. He went through trees after using them several times to self conceal as he managed to reach the man without startling him and locked his movement with rolling his left arm around the man’s neck, other free hand gripped hard the wrist.
“ Don’t move,” Jonghyun commanded coldly, “ If you are from America, you will recognize me soon.”
The man widened his eyes, obviously shocked as the threatening voice ghosting the hair on his neck. He took a gulp of saliva and clenching his fist, feeling in danger.
Jonghyun smirked.
“ I shall make you wait for me while I’m going to have a nice talk with Minho’s baby.”
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“ Taemin!”
The said boy turned his head and puckered his nose, slightly confused to the panting man before him. Jonghyun tried to inhale some oxygen properly and smiled. “ Waiting long? Sorry, i need to take care of something.”
“ Uhh. It’s okay.. and you look.. tired after running miles away, Milord..” Taemin scanned over Jonghyun’s physique. The muscular arms looked like twitching little to their fatigue, Taemin swore silently.
“ Well, you’d better worry yourself,” Jonghyun joked, earning small chuckle from the younger. Jonghyun folded his arms over his chest, smiling genuinely. “ So let’s hear what you are gonna say.”
Taemin nervously entwined all of his fingers together, looking down to the ground. He tried his best to get rid of his hesitation as finally exhaled a heavy puff, daring to collide their gazes.
“ I’m sorry i can’t return your feelings to me, Milord.”
Jonghyun had expected this, but somewhat in his heart stabbed softly. But seemingly Taemin had not yet been done with his speech although he was freaking nervous to confess all.
“ So why did you call me to meet up?”
Taemin closed his eyes, figuring out wavy feeling of lost that had been sticking him early.
“ I just don’t want to lose anyone..” he murmured, “ like as, friends. I just.. feel so.”
Jonghyun didn’t seem to blink for any.
He was too stunned.
“ If.. i didn’t come..” Taemin stuttered, “ I thought.. you’d be gone..”
" He's not coming.. and the dinosaur-like boy said we could not see each other anymore.."
“ And besides, ” The corner of Taemin’s eyes peeked up to the older boy, “ You're here for Young Master Minho, right?”
" Why do you assume that?"
" Because, honestly," Just then Taemin formed a very, very tender, delicate, and warm smile on his face, gaze turning soft. " It's not really working to like me."
" It's not working."
" But why?"
" Milord, you.. adore young master so much, don't you?"
and that time, Jonghyun felt he had lost his breath as he was stunned upon the younger's shocking words.
" Your eyes told me so."
" Because i also adored him," a chill wind blew Taemin's silky hair, adding small effect to his words, " The way you look at young master is the same like when i saw him for the first time.
" Isn't it because of him, you are doing this?"
" He's indeed awesome, milord," He whispered almost faintly," that's why you adore him and put yourself competing with him, to make him eager to chase after you, so he could be the best."
" You adore him, right?"
Jonghyun closed his eyes.
Because he's so shining, so wonderful, and so radiating, i intend to make him as the best in everything.
To make him as the number one.
That is my obsession.
" It was the reason why i thought that, you might be adoring him for all this time, Milord."
" What were you thinking so you could say this?"
" I don't know," Taemin shrugged and fell in silence for any good seconds, " I found this feeling just so familiar."
As Jonghyun opened his eyes, he thought he had seen an angel smiling genuinely. It felt warm as the angel's sinfully elegancy radiated him warmly into the deep corner of his heart.
Come to think of it..
The person i like never used skirt before..
" I understand." Jonghyun chuckled, " Perhaps you are right."
.. nor said, 'she' was a girl.
Jonghyun put his right hand on Taemin's shoulder, staring into the brown orbs, searching for any purity, and indeed, the purity was there.
" Taemin-ah," Jonghyun clenched his grip softly, " Once, i had a very beautiful crush. I could assure that 'she' was the prettiest human i have ever seen."
I think i love you a little.
" And when i saw you, i thought you were my old crush."
The one i loved back then, whom i miss so much..
" But i think i guessed wrong. It wasn't you."
Apparently, it was you.
I miss you.
I'm glad i had a chance to love you again, even it's just for a short time.
" .. I miss 'her'." Jonghyun ended his sentence, both pain and relief hoofing him together, but Jonghyun didn't really mind.
Taemin smiled. " I'm sure 'she' misses you too now, Milord."
Yes, he didn't really mind nor need to tell Taemin his honesty.
Because he had met 'her' again.
Jonghyun gave back a tender smile in return. " I guess so."
For two full minutes, they both were quiet, somewhat enjoying the warm atmosphere without saying anything. Jonghyun studied Taemin's innocent, soft expression, as something grew up urging him.
" Taemin-ah."
" Yes?"
Jonghyun smiled cheekily. " Could you close your eyes for a moment?"
Taemin furrowed but he decided not to ask anything, though he was kinda recalling a slight flashed memory. " Okay." and he closed his eyes.
Jonghyun stared at the beautiful boy intently, admiring the overwhelming daintiness.
That kid was sure him.
Absentmindedly, Jonghyun leaned forward, about to reach those plump, red rose lips, and slowly he closed his eyes as well, closing the distance between them.
" What are you doing?"
A deep, husky voice suddenly snapped those two to open their eyes in shock. Before Taemin could turn back, the voice owner already yanked him up . There was Choi Minho stood there as carried Taemin on his shoulder, sending a possessive glare to Kim Jonghyun.
" Literally," he determined, " I won't let you to steal my property, never."
Taemin's jaw went agape.
Jonghyun was almost lost of Minho's words but he chortled, feeling so satisfied. " Whatever you want."
Minho blew up a huge snort and before he left the place with bringing Taemin along, he murmured a small, " Jonghyun, thank you. And go back home soon."
Jonghyun was dumbfounded but he finally chuckled.
So he heard everything.
" Alright. I just have to deal with something first and we need to talk later."
" Sure."
And those two went off the park, but this time after Minho gave a cool smirk for their leaving.
I wonder why he didn't recognize Taemin as 'her' at the very first place.
Jonghyun turned around his heel and laughed softly. Seriously, that idiot young master.
But probably he was dumber than the young master himself, for adoring such a idiot like him.
" Ahh," Jonghyun snickered, " If it weren't Minho, I'd probably steal him away."
Well, at least he needed to take care again of something now, so Jonghyun went to the place that he had arrested the earlier man in black by tying him up with a very tight knot, made him impossible to break away for every probability, every chance. Jonghyun crouched down to study the hostage lying helplessly on the ground, mouth being covered with a completely sticky duct tape. Jonghyun's gaze turned dark and full of anger, gripping some of his hairs crudely.
" Before i send you to the young master as an evidence, i shall tell you something useful," his voice went an octave lower, whispering like a mantra to the man's ear, " it's not a very wise plan to aim Minho's weakness when he has me as his barrier, to protect him."
The man grimaced in pain as Jonghyun pulled back his hair with no mercy, ready to give some snarls.
" Mark my name," Jonghyun mouthed fervent enough to send fright to that man's spine, " I'm Kim Jonghyun, the one who has managed to keep Choi Company in overseas safe, also their secret fighter. I give you a chance to tell your boss it's rather useless to attack them, especially when they still have me."
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" Young Ma-- aaah!" Taemin winced after Minho threw him to his king-sized bed, hand rubbing his dizzy head. Minho just took him away without saying any words and during their way back to home, Minho just muttered, " You will know as soon as we reach my room." so here he was - ended up on Minho's bed while mind still could not catch up anything yet. Taemin was too scared that Minho might 'attack' as usual whenever he got into possessiveness. He gulped, anticipating any action came from Minho but apparently, the young master did nothing. Minho just stared at Taemin deeply, as if he was searching something in Taemin's eyes.
So Taemin gathered up his guts to call him.
" Minho?"
Hearing such a soft voice calling him brought Minho back to the reality after he scanned the small one carefully. He breathed heavily, stroking his fringes backward.
" Well.. I.."
It was so awkward. Minho never felt this twitchy before, but seeing the beautiful creature in front of him innocently made him decide to tell now so he would not regret his decision.
" .. I like you."
Taemin's eyes went wider.
" I made you going through a difficult moment to deal with my possessiveness and jealousy," he murmured timidly, not daring to level up with Taemin's eyes. " But that was because i love you so fucking much that can suffocate me to death, if you are not by my side."
Unconciously, tears were welling up on Taemin's eyelids.
Minho looked up, a bit unsure but he left it out and shifted himself so he was the same eye-level with Taemin and cupped the cheeks with so much tenderness added in his touch, " I love you."
Taemin inhaled a deep breathe and brushed away his tears, grinning mischievously. " So what are you gonna do with your love to me? What if i don't accept you?"
Minho froze a little but he could stay cool and snuffled. " I have determined to make you as mine, to make your eyes for me only, because I am the young master."
Taemin chuckled and he leaned closer.
" Silly," Taemin mumbled, " since the beginning, i'm already yours, don't you remember?"
" My promise is to be with you forever, young master Minho."
Minho's sithe halted as he register that his personal assistant - his Taemin - was telling him a firm answer of accepting his confession.
" Really?"
Taemin gave a small smile. " I love you too, Minho."
It didn't need more seconds when Minho captured Taemin's lips with his own right then, letting the younger gasp in suprise as he struggled but Minho's thumbs caressed Taemin's cheeks. The younger between them had his eyes fluttered close, melting in their mild, slow, and passionate kiss. Minho pushed Taemin softly onto the bed so he fell on Taemin's body, enjoying the kiss for a while until they needed to catch a breath.
But Minho was too hungry for Taemin's lips, so he devoured them again, this time his tongue begged for a entrance and Taemin was more that willing to give the access. He let Minho to dominate their tongue battle, slapping to each. Minho gasped when a bulge was growing up to its life in excitement, and he made an attempt to ravish Taemin's lips again. Taemin unconciously wrapped his hands around Minho's neck, responding the kiss with the same eagerness. His body turned into a Jell-O with Minho's tongue, and his kissing skill was undeniablly Oh-My-God. So now he also wrapped his legs around Minho's torso.
Minho never knew a kiss could be this exciting when he tasted the beautiful boy's lips. He deepened his kiss then slipped a hand inside Taemin's shirt, exploring the soft skin underneath. Minho then took a brutal step, he claimed Taemin's lips by kissing him hard, biting, and sucking them. Taemin was literally panting due to the fatigue.
The hardcore kiss continued between them.
After a while Minho's hand made its way inside Taemin's boxer, but the little one had his eyes widened in shock, clearly not prepared to get another upgraded attempt to their making out.
" Wait.. wait.. not now.."
Minho stopped his hand, brows furrowing. " Excuse me?"
Taemin grinned sheepishly, " I'm not prepared yet. I just need you to cuddle me now and besides, i'm dead tired, Young Master."
Minho sighed in frustation, hearing Taemin's words was painful, top of all the unconciously seductive boy was a huge torture for him. But for Taemin's want, he was willing to do it and he could understand enough that Taemin's energy was drained after their short making out.
" Okay," Minho smiled, arms stretching out to offer a warm cuddle, " Come here."
and Taemin was more than happy to bump their bodies together, Minho's hands wrapping securely around Taemin's waist. Minho buried his face onto Taemin's soft, auburn locks and inhaled the sweet shampoo to indulge himself. He noticed a suture which had been leaving him in wonder.
" Minnie, did you ever fall once?"
Taemin perked up, titling. Minho caressed the suture carefully. " This."
Taemin shrugged. " Fell down from something? I don't know?"
Minho rolled his eyes. " Perhaps it was the reason why you forget some of your childhood memories," Minho resumed teasingly, earning a weak smack from the boy in his embrace.
" Mm yeah, I think so," Taemin pouted, he kept sulking just because Minho loved him like that. Minho lowered his head and caught his lips, this time the kiss was slow and full of love.
" Sleep," Minho whispered against his hair, " You need to take a rest to make me a cup of rose tea later. And from now on, don't hit me with your paperfan again."
" I can't do that, sorry."
" Meanie. Thank goodness you are my lover."
Taemin felt content hearing that as his eyelids were closed slowly with Minho's large body surrounding him, he never felt this safe than before, and he slept with a wide smile on his face.
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Minho opened his eyes before fluttering couple times when his phone vibrated eagerly, grabbing it to check for the messages.
'Wake up, sleepy head. I'm waiting you at the outside.'
Minho growled. That Kim Jonghyun. He let off Taemin from his hands carefully to not awaken the little boy and get up of his bed quickly. He washed his face and flicked droplets to freshen up his drained soul until he was completely awake. Minho went out to the yard, sighing deeply as he saw a figure falling back agaisnt a tree.
" What are you trying to tell me in this early morning?"
Jonghyun laughed. " Not really. I just fulfilled my promise to come home."
Minho snorted and it made Jonghyun crack up even more. He wiped his tears from laughing and soon, his eyes turned into a firm, sharp and serious one.
" The reason why i called you to get here," Jonghyun kicked something - or in this case, someone - out of a thicket. " is this guy. I'm going to bring him to the police soon after i talk to you."
Minho's forehead puckered as he questioned the hostage laying helplessly on the ground, being tied strongly with mouth plastered densely. " Who is he?"
" The one who has set his eyes on Taemin - or simply said, to kidnap him."
Minho's eyes which had been big went even bigger after Jonghyun answered emotionlessly. Jonghyun crossed his arms over his chest, questioningly. " Minho, do you know why are your companies in the overseas almost all 'safe' from any threats?" and received a shake of head as the answer.
" It's because me keeping them safe."
Taemin rubbed his eyes after his long sleep as the sunlight radiated through the panes of Minho's room. He realized his young master was none to be found, so he crawled off the bed and when he was about to pass the window, he saw Minho was down there at the yard, along with Jonghyun.
He wondered what those two were talking about.
" Before i explain everything, let me introduce myself properly. I'm not the same ten years ago Kim Jonghyun," the shorter put his hand on his chest, introducing him with a courteous manner. " I'm the secret fighter for Choi Company, voluntary to lend a help to protect the companies and to make sure nothing harm the presidents, which are none other than you and Uncle Choi," Jonghyun identified himself, making Minho lost in words, " and also, my job is to take a control of the companies either in internal matters, financial, and the safety. What i do is a secret, no one knows this beside President Choi himself."
" Butler Eli, is Jonghyun already coming back to home?"
Eli nodded while serving a cup of coffee on the expensive teak desk. " Yes, and it seems that he is now having a conversation with Milord Minho."
" I see," President Choi took a sip of coffee. " I wonder if Minho already knows about 'that'."
" What do you mean, President, if i could ask you?"
" Well," President Choi leaned his back against the seat, looking up to the ceiling. " Kim Jonghyun is 'special', you know."
" The reason why less problems bugging the main company is, i've managed to shoo them away," Jonghyun continued, eyes never leaving Minho's, " But sadly, there's a condition that might endanger you, and Taemin, and that's also the reason why i am here, returning back to Seoul after ten years."
Minho gulped. " What do you mean by that?"
Jonghyun clenched his fist.
" By using your weakness as the weapon," Jonghyun explained, " Destroying the president's mental by kidnapping the one they love is the easiest way so far, and the most brilliant way, i suppose."
Minho's eyes widened.
" Since auntie had passed away and uncle decided to be a widower.." he muttered, not enough to add Minho more shocks, " Taemin is their aim. They have been spying you for a very, very long time, Minho. This is the time, you need to know this."
Seriously, that was a very worst shit Minho had ever heard in his entire life.
a/n: so the real problem will be started from now. Hehe. You have found Jonghyun's real intention, so tell me what are you thinking now? Sorry for making you depressed in curiousity of this story. Love you all ♥