Yes, My Master (13/?)
Title: Yes, My Master (13/?)
Author : Ahra
Pairing: 2min
Genre: AU
Rating: PG-13
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.
Warning: The French conversation in bold may contain some errors since i'm not major in French. Also, 'Illumination' is the fictional organization i made, it makes nothing to do in reality.
" Is it wrong for us to be in love.."
Taemin didn't miss the chance of the sparkling glint of pain in Minho's big eyes.
and that shaking voice, oh God.
" .. or even, in relationship?"
Although Taemin already noticed that Minho was not being in his arrogant self for whole day, but still it jabbed Taemin's conscience sharply. So he was merely stunned, lost for words. While Minho, in the other hand, didn't move even a mere inch and stayed still, staring blankly despite eyes glued with Taemin's. Frankly speaking it is scary to see someone not moving at all so Taemin just waited Minho to be completely awake from his trance.
But within three seconds Minho spanked his chest and breathed heavily, eyes finally leaving Taemin's and shifting to the floors. The sweats ran all over his face, fingers pinching the bridge of his nose.
" I'm sorry," Minho muttered under his breath with his husky voice, " But forget it."
Again, both of them fell into a deep silence, over, and over.
Minho, of course, being not stupid guy he was, realized something had gone very wrong since he asked that question abruptly like a splash of cold water. He lifted up his chin and was met with Taemin bringing his head down.
That time Minho sensed, something was really, going very, very wrong.
" Taemin-ah?"
No answer. Minho started feeling anxious.
" .. Love?"
To be honest Minho was expecting an anger, sadness, or maybe disappointment to be drawn evidently on that gorgeous face, but seemingly, no.
Suprisingly Lee Taemin only smiled wide, revealing the row of natty teeth, the corner of his lids making a pair of beautiful eyesmiles, as if nothing had happened three minutes ago if Minho counted right.
" Are you feeling tired, Young Master?"
Minho choked on Taemin's words.
" I'm going to bring you a cup of rose tea," he offered and placed Minho's clothes on the bed, " While you change. The meeting will be started tonight at eight, Young Master Minho."
" Tae -"
But Minho was sadly too late to finish his words - because Taemin already drifted off the room.
Thirty minutes later, someone knocked the door. Minho brought a hope that it might be Taemin but apparently, he guessed wrong as he opened the door, revealing a huge tall body of Butler Eli.
" This is the rose tea, Milord. Personal Assistant Taemin told me to bring you this."
Minho just could not hide his sadness even though he took up the cup anyway, allowing Eli to go off. He sipped the tea slowly, tasting the sweetness from Taemin's special concoction.
It was sweet like always - but oddly enough, he could taste slight bitterness.
Even before night comes, Minho was longing for Taemin's warmth, but at the corner of his heart, he still felt scared.
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" He avoided me."
Key stopped stirring his strawberry juice and let his gaze guide him to Taemin's beautiful doe eyes, so did Jinki. " Who? Minho?"
" Who else."
In the next day and the lunch time, Minho was still nowhere to be seen. Key witnessed him to be in class period only and on the contrary he knew that Minho's mind was floating to the alien state, not in the class or paying attention to the professor.
" Well, i know something wrong is going on with his head," Sarcasm in Key's low tone, " and yup, i'm not gonna deny his whimsicality."
Jinki creased his brows. " Maybe he is sick or having cold?" and replied with Taemin's half-hearted shrug. Key shot a disbelief gaze. " Told you, he's as strong as buffalo. Probably the strongest in this school." it can be interpreted as, 'there-is-no-way-choi-minho-to-get-sick'.
The oldest pouted. " I just tried to help out him for a answer."
Taemin let out a crocked sigh and moored to the back of his seat. Key was right.
Especially when yesterday, Minho asked something unreasonable and queer.
" What should i do?" Absentmindedly Taemin muttered out of his mind. Jinki brought Taemin's chin up with his thumb and grinned. " Why don't you do what i said? You know probably he needs something to courage him up."
Taemin saw clearly the bright sparkle in Jinki's orbs, soothing him softly.
" Just do it," He assured him.
And this time, Jinki could not be rebutted - and he was far from wrong moreover, so Taemin smiled.
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They just got home together and both Taemin and Minho already seceded to their own rooms. Taemin didn't even bother to throw a smile or glance to Minho, the older feeling sad and full of sorrow. Taemin just walked calmly, still acting normal, making Minho wonder if he actually concerned about him. But Minho could not ask, something hard blocked the way out of his voice. Whether it was a fear.
From didn't know when, Taemin seemed so fragile in his view. Minho was scared if he broke that fragile figure once he laid a touch on him.
So Minho brought back his hand, holding the urge to touch his lover, no matter how much his longing to him.
Minho was very, very depressed.
He turned around his heel and headed to somewhere, not to his room. Instead he made his way to backyard and flipped his cell open, punching some numbers and connecting them to a call.
" Bon après-midi, monsieur (Good afternoon, Sir). "
Minho snorted.
" Où êtes-vous? (Where are you?) "
The other side's voice broke into a laugh. " France."
" Retour à la maison rapidement. (Get home quickly)"
" S'il vous plaît attendre jusqu'à ce que j'obtienne le résultat de l'enquête de ce gars. (please wait until i get the result of this guy's investigation)"
" Let's talk in Korean," Minho cut off to his impatience, " Kim Jonghyun, do you have a free time now?"
" Always for my lovely cousin." earned disgusted 'ew' slip off Minho's mouth. Jonghyun laughed again. " Is something bothering you?"
Minho closed his eyes, the aching feeling attacking his heart again.
" It is."
" Hyung, I'm going out now," Taemin said as he slipped a jacket along his slim body. Butler Eli furrowed. " To where?"
" I don't know, which is the best supermarket here?" And by that, Taemin remembered something, " Oh, if Young Master asks you to where i go, just keep it secret."
Minho felt lacklauster, walking weakly to his room while grabbing his cell firmly. He kicked the door not too harsh and got in lazily, eyes fluttering weak.
" I can't, Jonghyun."
This feeling, truthfully, shackled him to recollect his mind.
" I'm afraid if i can't protect Taemin. I'm afraid if he's with me, then he will fall down endlessly to all sorts of dangers."
The only person he loved.
Taemin addressed him 'Young Master Minho' in a very formal tone.
He must have been really disappointed.
" I can't endanger him. I'm afraid of everything."
" I thought you were gonna stay on his side forever."
" I will, but -"
Minho had never known before to love somebody like this would cost Taemin's life.
When Taemin was Minho's behalf, Minho's everything.
" Listen, Minho. Why don't you face it easily?"
And Minho, just could not understand what Jonghyun tried to tell him.
" Who knows that the answer is really simple and maybe, already in front of your eyes."
Minho intended to get in a line of Jonghyun's words but he was really, really frustated.
" Just like the way he cares of you, because he loves you."
He bit his bottom lip, heart feeling like screaming out loud, mourning the painful feeling.
" I don't get it, Jonghyun.." His voice was shaken a bit, " What should i do.."
Sometimes it's better for us to find the answer alone.
Minho ruffled his hair annoyedly and stormed in rush, quickly searching for Taemin. But instead he found Butler Eli in the hallway in the middle of walk, seemingly walking to his father's office room.
" Did you see Taemin?"
" Apparently he's now going out to somewhere, Milord. I saw him putting on a jacket and hat."
Minho raised his brows. " To where?"
Butler Eli shrugged. " I'm sorry but I don't know, Milord."
" Oh. Okay."
The second time Taemin walked away from him, not telling to where exactly he was gonna go.
" Krystal."
The beautiful young girl turned her head, eyes narrowing in curiousity. " Yes, Assistant Taemin?"
Taemin grinned sheepishly while his hands were full of groceries after hours walk. " Can i ask you a favor? Aren't you the main chef for Choi Family?"
The deeper Krystal crinkled the tip of her nose. " And?"
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Even in the third day, there was no major conversation between Minho and Taemin. Sure enough they still went together to school by Minho's Buggatti Veyron EB 16.4 and walked in school corridor side by side, but neither both of them glanced a little to each other. Taemin still kept his mouth shut and only smiled slightly for a formality. He didn't speak much aside from doing his excellent job as personal assistant but to Minho, not as a lover.
They remained like that even until school ended.
Everyone in school tidied up their stuffs and rushed like a blow of wind wasting no time to get their asses home in real quick while Taemin was being so calm putting his stuffs into his bag with gentle breeze stroking his red cheeks. Of course he earned so much attention from boys and girls whom adored the dainty pretty creature without confessing straightly because if they did, then they would be facing the possesive young master alive and they were smart enough it wasn't a clever idea.
Minho, as usual, waited him in front of the school gate, hands gone down to his pocket so they would go back together again and head to a company's meeting like they occasionally did. But apparently Taemin had something in his mind. So when his eyes caught Minho near the school gate, he bowed deeply.
" I'm sorry, Young Master, but it seems i can't accompany you to the meeting. I have something very important to do."
A little hurt pricked Minho, but because he felt bad for being a slight jerk to Taemin, he didn't dare to say no.
" Alright."
It was the third time Minho saw Taemin walking away from him, and Minho could not hold him to stay.
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" Krystal," Taemin called the beautiful young chef as he pulled up his sleeves, looking so nervous, " We just have three good hours until he comes home. Can we finish it in time?"
Krystal rolled her eyes while preparing some viands and the condiments. " Who do you think you're working with? Take it easy," She stuck her chin up to air, a little bit cocky, " If you do what i say, i'm sure it will be going smoothly. Just, cook with your feelings. Really."
" You always manage to make something tasty," Taemin brought up a question from sudden, " Do you develop a special feeling to him?"
Krystal smiled softly. " Dear, Assistant. He's the best Young Master that we, as maids, ever have. In spite of his snobbery, he's loved by us, just because he's honest and too kind."
Before Taemin knew, he already smiled along with her, agreeing with Krystal's line.
" Sure he is."
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Minho pulled up his Buggatti Veyron and told his attendant to park his car to somewhere. He went out of the car and flicked the messy fringes to his movements. He strolled into his residence, shoulders stiffening and his head twitching. Minho hissed as he rubbed his temple hoping it could shoo away the twitch, but seriously he needed his bed. Minho grabbed the knob and rotated it with less strength, opening his room's door. Minho slowly dilated his eyes, trying to get a better view.
And in the next second, Minho dropped his jaw.
Not too far from his standing place, he saw a very yummy and healthy meal served on his desk, along with a cup of rose tea. The vapor was still billowing forth from the bowl and Minho guessed it was a kind of cream soup when he looked closer.
As he admired the tasty food's appareance, he felt someone's presence behind him. From the scent, Minho already knew who he is. So he spun around, feeling moved deeply. " Tae - "
*BAMS*
" FUCK WHY DO YOU HIT ME WITH THAT DEADLY PAPERFAN?!"
There goes Lee Taemin clicked his tongue while tugging his glorious paperfan on his shoulder. " Because you are stupid. Now eat the dinner quickly because i cooked it for you."
Minho puckered his forehead. " I thought you can't cook?" But Taemin didn't answer, instead he demanded Minho to sit and partake the meal while Taemin was just stomping on his feet to watch him. " I don't know about the taste," Taemin murmured, " But i tried my best."
Minho hesitately took a spoonful of soup and tasted it. A warm and a bit salty taste of the broth melted deliciously on his tongue. He was amazed with Taemin's cooking skill.
As if Taemin could read Minho's expression, he grinned. " I asked Krystal to teach me how to cook."
Minho put the spoon beside the bowl and stared him in wonder. " Why?"
Taemin played with his fingers nervously, not daring to match up the eye-level. " I think you're now having a quite bad time or maybe feeling a little sick now, so i decided to cook. Jinki Hyung suggested this to encourage you."
Then a small smile escaped from Taemin's lips. " I'm worried of you, Young Master."
Minho was speechless, so loss of words. Taemin still had something to talk, but his gaze was fixed to the floors instead. Afterall he was really nervous.
And probably, little bit scared.
Because honestly,
he was also scared, just like Minho.
" Young Master, there's nothing wrong for us to be in love."
Sure it caught Minho's breath, bringing his eyes to look at the small boy in front of him.
" Because we are human, so we are supposed to be in love. That's why i called you stupid earlier. Really, nothing wrong to love someone."
Minho noticed Taemin's voice shaking a bit, so were his hands.
" But i don't know about being in a relationship," he whispered, but managed to smile sincerely, although Minho could see it was full of pain and sadness, " If you want this to end.. go ahead. I will still love you, though. It won't change the fact that i want to keep you safe."
Minho's eyes widened as Taemin finished his words, a single tear escaping from those beautiful eyes.
" Who knows that the answer is really simple and maybe, already in front of your eyes."
So this was what Jonghyun tried to tell him.
" Just like the way he cares of you,"
Indeed, the only answer was really simple.
" Because he loves you."
If Minho was scared that Taemin might be falling over to a total darkness, a dreadful danger awaiting him,
All Minho had to do was only to protect him.
Because he loved Taemin, there's no other reason beside this.
Why was he so stupid?
Taemin was thinking of him with so much care while Minho was being so scared.
Scared to deal with the fear. with the pain. with the hurt.
A hurt of losing someone, he didn't dare to face it.
But now he finally realized for behaving stupid. Taemin needed him. He could not be like this forever.
Finally he understood what was this all about.
I'm such a jerk.
Taemin noticed no single word slide out of Minho's mouth so he sighed, feeling so crestfallen. He enfeebled his shoulders and looked up to see the young master in front of him.
But before he proceed what was happening right now, Minho already stormed from his seat and pulled Taemin into a tight hug, face sinking on the crook of Taemin's neck.
" I'm sorry, i'm sorry, i'm sorry," Minho admitted, an audible guilt clearly heard beneath his voice, " For asking a stupid question. For doubting our love."
Taemin shut his eyes close, the tears of scare that he held so long finally spilled like droplets and Minho tightened his hug. " I'm sorry, Taemin, i love you. Will you forgive me?"
" No need to say sorry," Taemin shyly answered and wiped his tears off. " I love you too, Minho."
Minho smiled and captured Taemin's face for a kiss again, this time the kiss was soft and full of love, as if it was Minho's way for asking 'sorry' as tears streamed down, wetting their cheeks.
I just have to protect him, and that's the only way.
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Jonghyun blew out a steam of his breath and hid his frozen hands under his leather coat, eyes staring to the night sky of France. He still waited for the result of investigation, so he didn't do much beside drinking coffee and texting with Jino whom was in America.
Five minutes later, his phone rang for a call. Jonghyun took out the phone of his pocket and saw the caller's ID. It was Minho.
" Bonsoir, mon jeune maître? (Good Evening, my Young Master?)"
The other party let out a grunt before chortled. " Bonne soirée. (Good Evening.)"
" Ce qui est maintenant, Minho? (What is now, Minho?)"
" Rien. Je veux juste vous remercier. (Nothing. I just want to thank you.)"
" Pourquoi? (Why?)"
Minho stopped for a while and he continued, " For making me realize the answer. Maintenant je comprends ce que vous voulez dire. Merci. (Now i get what you mean. Thanks.)"
Jonghyun chuckled. " I swore if you still didn't realize it, i'd probably have stolen him away and protect Taemin by myself. Vous êtes un stupide en effet, Young Master. (You are a stupid indeed, Young Master.)"
" Vous ne pouvez pas. Taemin est la mienne. (You can't. Taemin is mine.)"
At the end, Jonghyun let out a relieved sigh along with a two-seconds laugh.
" Je sais. (I know.)"
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Jino slammed the documents in his hand onto the expensive wooden desk, widening his eyes. " What did you say?!"
One of the lieges brought his head down, sighing deeply. " We received a report from Alexander after our men arrested the place suspected as their temporary base. Apparently one of their men managed to escape from America - top of all he is one of the strongest assasins they have. We are afraid if he's now in Seoul already, Sir Jino."
Jino brought up his fist, smacking the wall and shouting, " Darn it!" He arranged back his breath rhytm and flicked his bangs backward, feeling so frustated. " You! Connect me to Master Jonghyun through a call! And the rest, go check the airport's flight and also, the passangers. We're so dead. Milord Minho is in danger now. Someone may really become a wager of this breakneck game!"
" Nous avons déjà le résultat. (We already have the result.)"
An officer closed the door with some papers in his hand as Jonghyun gulped a dry saliva, waiting patiently. The officer offered the papers, letting Jonghyun to check the investigation's result.
" il est un assassin de 'Illumination' un groupe mafieux. (He is an assasin of 'Illumination' mafia group.)" He flipped over the next paper and pointed a line, " Apparemment, il a essayé de nuire à l'amant de la Young President's en le tuant, mais il a échoué. ( Apparently he was trying to harm the Young President's lover by killing him, but he failed.)"
Jonghyun gasped as his eyes read the line carefully over and over.
'Illumination' choisit déjà quelqu'un pour tuer l'amant de la jeune président.'
('Illumination' has chosen someone to kill the lover of the young president.)
'La plus forte assassin d'entre eux et sans doute déjà à Séoul à l'heure actuelle.'
(The greatest killer of them and probably already in Seoul today.)
"Oh man.." Jonghyun gritted his teeth, mumbling under his breath, " Ils sont maintenant en danger .."
'They are in danger now'.
Author : Ahra
Pairing: 2min
Genre: AU
Rating: PG-13
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.
Warning: The French conversation in bold may contain some errors since i'm not major in French. Also, 'Illumination' is the fictional organization i made, it makes nothing to do in reality.
" Is it wrong for us to be in love.."
Taemin didn't miss the chance of the sparkling glint of pain in Minho's big eyes.
and that shaking voice, oh God.
" .. or even, in relationship?"
Although Taemin already noticed that Minho was not being in his arrogant self for whole day, but still it jabbed Taemin's conscience sharply. So he was merely stunned, lost for words. While Minho, in the other hand, didn't move even a mere inch and stayed still, staring blankly despite eyes glued with Taemin's. Frankly speaking it is scary to see someone not moving at all so Taemin just waited Minho to be completely awake from his trance.
But within three seconds Minho spanked his chest and breathed heavily, eyes finally leaving Taemin's and shifting to the floors. The sweats ran all over his face, fingers pinching the bridge of his nose.
" I'm sorry," Minho muttered under his breath with his husky voice, " But forget it."
Again, both of them fell into a deep silence, over, and over.
Minho, of course, being not stupid guy he was, realized something had gone very wrong since he asked that question abruptly like a splash of cold water. He lifted up his chin and was met with Taemin bringing his head down.
That time Minho sensed, something was really, going very, very wrong.
" Taemin-ah?"
No answer. Minho started feeling anxious.
" .. Love?"
To be honest Minho was expecting an anger, sadness, or maybe disappointment to be drawn evidently on that gorgeous face, but seemingly, no.
Suprisingly Lee Taemin only smiled wide, revealing the row of natty teeth, the corner of his lids making a pair of beautiful eyesmiles, as if nothing had happened three minutes ago if Minho counted right.
" Are you feeling tired, Young Master?"
Minho choked on Taemin's words.
" I'm going to bring you a cup of rose tea," he offered and placed Minho's clothes on the bed, " While you change. The meeting will be started tonight at eight, Young Master Minho."
" Tae -"
But Minho was sadly too late to finish his words - because Taemin already drifted off the room.
Thirty minutes later, someone knocked the door. Minho brought a hope that it might be Taemin but apparently, he guessed wrong as he opened the door, revealing a huge tall body of Butler Eli.
" This is the rose tea, Milord. Personal Assistant Taemin told me to bring you this."
Minho just could not hide his sadness even though he took up the cup anyway, allowing Eli to go off. He sipped the tea slowly, tasting the sweetness from Taemin's special concoction.
It was sweet like always - but oddly enough, he could taste slight bitterness.
Even before night comes, Minho was longing for Taemin's warmth, but at the corner of his heart, he still felt scared.
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" He avoided me."
Key stopped stirring his strawberry juice and let his gaze guide him to Taemin's beautiful doe eyes, so did Jinki. " Who? Minho?"
" Who else."
In the next day and the lunch time, Minho was still nowhere to be seen. Key witnessed him to be in class period only and on the contrary he knew that Minho's mind was floating to the alien state, not in the class or paying attention to the professor.
" Well, i know something wrong is going on with his head," Sarcasm in Key's low tone, " and yup, i'm not gonna deny his whimsicality."
Jinki creased his brows. " Maybe he is sick or having cold?" and replied with Taemin's half-hearted shrug. Key shot a disbelief gaze. " Told you, he's as strong as buffalo. Probably the strongest in this school." it can be interpreted as, 'there-is-no-way-choi-minho-to-get-sick'.
The oldest pouted. " I just tried to help out him for a answer."
Taemin let out a crocked sigh and moored to the back of his seat. Key was right.
Especially when yesterday, Minho asked something unreasonable and queer.
" What should i do?" Absentmindedly Taemin muttered out of his mind. Jinki brought Taemin's chin up with his thumb and grinned. " Why don't you do what i said? You know probably he needs something to courage him up."
Taemin saw clearly the bright sparkle in Jinki's orbs, soothing him softly.
" Just do it," He assured him.
And this time, Jinki could not be rebutted - and he was far from wrong moreover, so Taemin smiled.
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They just got home together and both Taemin and Minho already seceded to their own rooms. Taemin didn't even bother to throw a smile or glance to Minho, the older feeling sad and full of sorrow. Taemin just walked calmly, still acting normal, making Minho wonder if he actually concerned about him. But Minho could not ask, something hard blocked the way out of his voice. Whether it was a fear.
From didn't know when, Taemin seemed so fragile in his view. Minho was scared if he broke that fragile figure once he laid a touch on him.
So Minho brought back his hand, holding the urge to touch his lover, no matter how much his longing to him.
Minho was very, very depressed.
He turned around his heel and headed to somewhere, not to his room. Instead he made his way to backyard and flipped his cell open, punching some numbers and connecting them to a call.
" Bon après-midi, monsieur (Good afternoon, Sir). "
Minho snorted.
" Où êtes-vous? (Where are you?) "
The other side's voice broke into a laugh. " France."
" Retour à la maison rapidement. (Get home quickly)"
" S'il vous plaît attendre jusqu'à ce que j'obtienne le résultat de l'enquête de ce gars. (please wait until i get the result of this guy's investigation)"
" Let's talk in Korean," Minho cut off to his impatience, " Kim Jonghyun, do you have a free time now?"
" Always for my lovely cousin." earned disgusted 'ew' slip off Minho's mouth. Jonghyun laughed again. " Is something bothering you?"
Minho closed his eyes, the aching feeling attacking his heart again.
" It is."
" Hyung, I'm going out now," Taemin said as he slipped a jacket along his slim body. Butler Eli furrowed. " To where?"
" I don't know, which is the best supermarket here?" And by that, Taemin remembered something, " Oh, if Young Master asks you to where i go, just keep it secret."
Minho felt lacklauster, walking weakly to his room while grabbing his cell firmly. He kicked the door not too harsh and got in lazily, eyes fluttering weak.
" I can't, Jonghyun."
This feeling, truthfully, shackled him to recollect his mind.
" I'm afraid if i can't protect Taemin. I'm afraid if he's with me, then he will fall down endlessly to all sorts of dangers."
The only person he loved.
Taemin addressed him 'Young Master Minho' in a very formal tone.
He must have been really disappointed.
" I can't endanger him. I'm afraid of everything."
" I thought you were gonna stay on his side forever."
" I will, but -"
Minho had never known before to love somebody like this would cost Taemin's life.
When Taemin was Minho's behalf, Minho's everything.
" Listen, Minho. Why don't you face it easily?"
And Minho, just could not understand what Jonghyun tried to tell him.
" Who knows that the answer is really simple and maybe, already in front of your eyes."
Minho intended to get in a line of Jonghyun's words but he was really, really frustated.
" Just like the way he cares of you, because he loves you."
He bit his bottom lip, heart feeling like screaming out loud, mourning the painful feeling.
" I don't get it, Jonghyun.." His voice was shaken a bit, " What should i do.."
Sometimes it's better for us to find the answer alone.
Minho ruffled his hair annoyedly and stormed in rush, quickly searching for Taemin. But instead he found Butler Eli in the hallway in the middle of walk, seemingly walking to his father's office room.
" Did you see Taemin?"
" Apparently he's now going out to somewhere, Milord. I saw him putting on a jacket and hat."
Minho raised his brows. " To where?"
Butler Eli shrugged. " I'm sorry but I don't know, Milord."
" Oh. Okay."
The second time Taemin walked away from him, not telling to where exactly he was gonna go.
" Krystal."
The beautiful young girl turned her head, eyes narrowing in curiousity. " Yes, Assistant Taemin?"
Taemin grinned sheepishly while his hands were full of groceries after hours walk. " Can i ask you a favor? Aren't you the main chef for Choi Family?"
The deeper Krystal crinkled the tip of her nose. " And?"
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Even in the third day, there was no major conversation between Minho and Taemin. Sure enough they still went together to school by Minho's Buggatti Veyron EB 16.4 and walked in school corridor side by side, but neither both of them glanced a little to each other. Taemin still kept his mouth shut and only smiled slightly for a formality. He didn't speak much aside from doing his excellent job as personal assistant but to Minho, not as a lover.
They remained like that even until school ended.
Everyone in school tidied up their stuffs and rushed like a blow of wind wasting no time to get their asses home in real quick while Taemin was being so calm putting his stuffs into his bag with gentle breeze stroking his red cheeks. Of course he earned so much attention from boys and girls whom adored the dainty pretty creature without confessing straightly because if they did, then they would be facing the possesive young master alive and they were smart enough it wasn't a clever idea.
Minho, as usual, waited him in front of the school gate, hands gone down to his pocket so they would go back together again and head to a company's meeting like they occasionally did. But apparently Taemin had something in his mind. So when his eyes caught Minho near the school gate, he bowed deeply.
" I'm sorry, Young Master, but it seems i can't accompany you to the meeting. I have something very important to do."
A little hurt pricked Minho, but because he felt bad for being a slight jerk to Taemin, he didn't dare to say no.
" Alright."
It was the third time Minho saw Taemin walking away from him, and Minho could not hold him to stay.
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" Krystal," Taemin called the beautiful young chef as he pulled up his sleeves, looking so nervous, " We just have three good hours until he comes home. Can we finish it in time?"
Krystal rolled her eyes while preparing some viands and the condiments. " Who do you think you're working with? Take it easy," She stuck her chin up to air, a little bit cocky, " If you do what i say, i'm sure it will be going smoothly. Just, cook with your feelings. Really."
" You always manage to make something tasty," Taemin brought up a question from sudden, " Do you develop a special feeling to him?"
Krystal smiled softly. " Dear, Assistant. He's the best Young Master that we, as maids, ever have. In spite of his snobbery, he's loved by us, just because he's honest and too kind."
Before Taemin knew, he already smiled along with her, agreeing with Krystal's line.
" Sure he is."
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Minho pulled up his Buggatti Veyron and told his attendant to park his car to somewhere. He went out of the car and flicked the messy fringes to his movements. He strolled into his residence, shoulders stiffening and his head twitching. Minho hissed as he rubbed his temple hoping it could shoo away the twitch, but seriously he needed his bed. Minho grabbed the knob and rotated it with less strength, opening his room's door. Minho slowly dilated his eyes, trying to get a better view.
And in the next second, Minho dropped his jaw.
Not too far from his standing place, he saw a very yummy and healthy meal served on his desk, along with a cup of rose tea. The vapor was still billowing forth from the bowl and Minho guessed it was a kind of cream soup when he looked closer.
As he admired the tasty food's appareance, he felt someone's presence behind him. From the scent, Minho already knew who he is. So he spun around, feeling moved deeply. " Tae - "
*BAMS*
" FUCK WHY DO YOU HIT ME WITH THAT DEADLY PAPERFAN?!"
There goes Lee Taemin clicked his tongue while tugging his glorious paperfan on his shoulder. " Because you are stupid. Now eat the dinner quickly because i cooked it for you."
Minho puckered his forehead. " I thought you can't cook?" But Taemin didn't answer, instead he demanded Minho to sit and partake the meal while Taemin was just stomping on his feet to watch him. " I don't know about the taste," Taemin murmured, " But i tried my best."
Minho hesitately took a spoonful of soup and tasted it. A warm and a bit salty taste of the broth melted deliciously on his tongue. He was amazed with Taemin's cooking skill.
As if Taemin could read Minho's expression, he grinned. " I asked Krystal to teach me how to cook."
Minho put the spoon beside the bowl and stared him in wonder. " Why?"
Taemin played with his fingers nervously, not daring to match up the eye-level. " I think you're now having a quite bad time or maybe feeling a little sick now, so i decided to cook. Jinki Hyung suggested this to encourage you."
Then a small smile escaped from Taemin's lips. " I'm worried of you, Young Master."
Minho was speechless, so loss of words. Taemin still had something to talk, but his gaze was fixed to the floors instead. Afterall he was really nervous.
And probably, little bit scared.
Because honestly,
he was also scared, just like Minho.
" Young Master, there's nothing wrong for us to be in love."
Sure it caught Minho's breath, bringing his eyes to look at the small boy in front of him.
" Because we are human, so we are supposed to be in love. That's why i called you stupid earlier. Really, nothing wrong to love someone."
Minho noticed Taemin's voice shaking a bit, so were his hands.
" But i don't know about being in a relationship," he whispered, but managed to smile sincerely, although Minho could see it was full of pain and sadness, " If you want this to end.. go ahead. I will still love you, though. It won't change the fact that i want to keep you safe."
Minho's eyes widened as Taemin finished his words, a single tear escaping from those beautiful eyes.
" Who knows that the answer is really simple and maybe, already in front of your eyes."
So this was what Jonghyun tried to tell him.
" Just like the way he cares of you,"
Indeed, the only answer was really simple.
" Because he loves you."
If Minho was scared that Taemin might be falling over to a total darkness, a dreadful danger awaiting him,
All Minho had to do was only to protect him.
Because he loved Taemin, there's no other reason beside this.
Why was he so stupid?
Taemin was thinking of him with so much care while Minho was being so scared.
Scared to deal with the fear. with the pain. with the hurt.
A hurt of losing someone, he didn't dare to face it.
But now he finally realized for behaving stupid. Taemin needed him. He could not be like this forever.
Finally he understood what was this all about.
I'm such a jerk.
Taemin noticed no single word slide out of Minho's mouth so he sighed, feeling so crestfallen. He enfeebled his shoulders and looked up to see the young master in front of him.
But before he proceed what was happening right now, Minho already stormed from his seat and pulled Taemin into a tight hug, face sinking on the crook of Taemin's neck.
" I'm sorry, i'm sorry, i'm sorry," Minho admitted, an audible guilt clearly heard beneath his voice, " For asking a stupid question. For doubting our love."
Taemin shut his eyes close, the tears of scare that he held so long finally spilled like droplets and Minho tightened his hug. " I'm sorry, Taemin, i love you. Will you forgive me?"
" No need to say sorry," Taemin shyly answered and wiped his tears off. " I love you too, Minho."
Minho smiled and captured Taemin's face for a kiss again, this time the kiss was soft and full of love, as if it was Minho's way for asking 'sorry' as tears streamed down, wetting their cheeks.
I just have to protect him, and that's the only way.
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Jonghyun blew out a steam of his breath and hid his frozen hands under his leather coat, eyes staring to the night sky of France. He still waited for the result of investigation, so he didn't do much beside drinking coffee and texting with Jino whom was in America.
Five minutes later, his phone rang for a call. Jonghyun took out the phone of his pocket and saw the caller's ID. It was Minho.
" Bonsoir, mon jeune maître? (Good Evening, my Young Master?)"
The other party let out a grunt before chortled. " Bonne soirée. (Good Evening.)"
" Ce qui est maintenant, Minho? (What is now, Minho?)"
" Rien. Je veux juste vous remercier. (Nothing. I just want to thank you.)"
" Pourquoi? (Why?)"
Minho stopped for a while and he continued, " For making me realize the answer. Maintenant je comprends ce que vous voulez dire. Merci. (Now i get what you mean. Thanks.)"
Jonghyun chuckled. " I swore if you still didn't realize it, i'd probably have stolen him away and protect Taemin by myself. Vous êtes un stupide en effet, Young Master. (You are a stupid indeed, Young Master.)"
" Vous ne pouvez pas. Taemin est la mienne. (You can't. Taemin is mine.)"
At the end, Jonghyun let out a relieved sigh along with a two-seconds laugh.
" Je sais. (I know.)"
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Jino slammed the documents in his hand onto the expensive wooden desk, widening his eyes. " What did you say?!"
One of the lieges brought his head down, sighing deeply. " We received a report from Alexander after our men arrested the place suspected as their temporary base. Apparently one of their men managed to escape from America - top of all he is one of the strongest assasins they have. We are afraid if he's now in Seoul already, Sir Jino."
Jino brought up his fist, smacking the wall and shouting, " Darn it!" He arranged back his breath rhytm and flicked his bangs backward, feeling so frustated. " You! Connect me to Master Jonghyun through a call! And the rest, go check the airport's flight and also, the passangers. We're so dead. Milord Minho is in danger now. Someone may really become a wager of this breakneck game!"
" Nous avons déjà le résultat. (We already have the result.)"
An officer closed the door with some papers in his hand as Jonghyun gulped a dry saliva, waiting patiently. The officer offered the papers, letting Jonghyun to check the investigation's result.
" il est un assassin de 'Illumination' un groupe mafieux. (He is an assasin of 'Illumination' mafia group.)" He flipped over the next paper and pointed a line, " Apparemment, il a essayé de nuire à l'amant de la Young President's en le tuant, mais il a échoué. ( Apparently he was trying to harm the Young President's lover by killing him, but he failed.)"
Jonghyun gasped as his eyes read the line carefully over and over.
'Illumination' choisit déjà quelqu'un pour tuer l'amant de la jeune président.'
('Illumination' has chosen someone to kill the lover of the young president.)
'La plus forte assassin d'entre eux et sans doute déjà à Séoul à l'heure actuelle.'
(The greatest killer of them and probably already in Seoul today.)
"Oh man.." Jonghyun gritted his teeth, mumbling under his breath, " Ils sont maintenant en danger .."
'They are in danger now'.