"Like a fucking princess! I'm a man, for crying out loud!"
Minho parked the car in front of the Kim residence and looked at Jonghyun through the rearview mirror. "But you are a prince, sir, and I'm merely your bodyguard."
Jonghyun pouted and huffed, crossing his arms across his chest and looked away to the window. Minho sighed and got out of the car, opening the door for Jonghyun. He stubbornly sat there glaring at the tall man. Minho sighed again and carried him abruptly princess style, causing the other to scream and struggle. "Yah! Choi Minho! Put me down, you tall alien frog!"
"No can do, Master. I have to take care of your leg."
Jonghyun grumbled in irritation as Minho carried him inside the mansion. "It's your fault I'm like this."
"You insisted on trying out for the soccer team, Prince Jjong."
"Would you stop with the nicknames?! And for the record, I would've gotten that ball if it weren't for you!"
"Sir, that ball was deliberately kicked to you. I intercepted so it wouldn't go straight for your crotch area." Minho stopped walking and stared at Jonghyun unemotionally. "And for the record, you sprained your ankle from running away from schoolgirls. They just wanted to see if you were okay."
Jonghyun continued to mutter to himself as Minho carried him up the spiral staircase and into Jonghyun's bedroom. There, Minho carefully place him on the bed then quickly got the first aide kit. As Minho wrapped the sprained ankle with a bandage wrap, Jonghyun randomly asked, "Minho, if I was poor, would you take me in?"
Minho paused and glanced at Jonghyun for a second before smiling softly at him. Jonghyun felt lucky to see him smile on suc rare occassions.
"For you, Master, I would."
Jonghyun's heart fluttered at that moment and silently blushed as Minho finished fixing his ankle and ruffled his hair.
Minho heard a knock at his front door on a rainy day and answered it. "Hello? Who's - Prince Jjong?!" He gapsed, seeing Jonghyun drenched from the rain, and he appears to still be crying.
He pulled the short prince into his shabby small house and locked the door. He immediately got a dry towel from the bathroom and made Jonghyun change into his own dry clothes, which turned out to be loose for him. Minho sat Jonghyun down on the couch and gave him a cup of hot chocolate, to which the prince drank well despite shivering from the cold.
"Prince Jjong, what happened?"
Jonghyun remained quiet, and before Minho could interrogate him more, his house phone rang. He answered the call. "Hello?"
"Hello, Mr. Choi. It appears we heed not need your services anymore. You, as of today, do not have a Master to be a butler of."
Minho grew confused and asked over the phone, "May I ask why I am being fired, sir?" He noticed Jonghyun flinch, which meant that he had something to do with it.
Preferential Treatment - Jonghyun/Minho
"Like how, sire?"
"Like a fucking princess! I'm a man, for crying out loud!"
Minho parked the car in front of the Kim residence and looked at Jonghyun through the rearview mirror. "But you are a prince, sir, and I'm merely your bodyguard."
Jonghyun pouted and huffed, crossing his arms across his chest and looked away to the window. Minho sighed and got out of the car, opening the door for Jonghyun. He stubbornly sat there glaring at the tall man. Minho sighed again and carried him abruptly princess style, causing the other to scream and struggle. "Yah! Choi Minho! Put me down, you tall alien frog!"
"No can do, Master. I have to take care of your leg."
Jonghyun grumbled in irritation as Minho carried him inside the mansion. "It's your fault I'm like this."
"You insisted on trying out for the soccer team, Prince Jjong."
"Would you stop with the nicknames?! And for the record, I would've gotten that ball if it weren't for you!"
"Sir, that ball was deliberately kicked to you. I intercepted so it wouldn't go straight for your crotch area." Minho stopped walking and stared at Jonghyun unemotionally. "And for the record, you sprained your ankle from running away from schoolgirls. They just wanted to see if you were okay."
Jonghyun continued to mutter to himself as Minho carried him up the spiral staircase and into Jonghyun's bedroom. There, Minho carefully place him on the bed then quickly got the first aide kit. As Minho wrapped the sprained ankle with a bandage wrap, Jonghyun randomly asked, "Minho, if I was poor, would you take me in?"
Minho paused and glanced at Jonghyun for a second before smiling softly at him. Jonghyun felt lucky to see him smile on suc rare occassions.
"For you, Master, I would."
Jonghyun's heart fluttered at that moment and silently blushed as Minho finished fixing his ankle and ruffled his hair.
Minho heard a knock at his front door on a rainy day and answered it. "Hello? Who's - Prince Jjong?!" He gapsed, seeing Jonghyun drenched from the rain, and he appears to still be crying.
He pulled the short prince into his shabby small house and locked the door. He immediately got a dry towel from the bathroom and made Jonghyun change into his own dry clothes, which turned out to be loose for him. Minho sat Jonghyun down on the couch and gave him a cup of hot chocolate, to which the prince drank well despite shivering from the cold.
"Prince Jjong, what happened?"
Jonghyun remained quiet, and before Minho could interrogate him more, his house phone rang. He answered the call. "Hello?"
"Hello, Mr. Choi. It appears we heed not need your services anymore. You, as of today, do not have a Master to be a butler of."
Minho grew confused and asked over the phone, "May I ask why I am being fired, sir?" He noticed Jonghyun flinch, which meant that he had something to do with it.