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The light in darkness

Pairing: mafia leader !Taeyong x f!reader

Genre: Mafia, slight angst, fluff

Warnings: None...just mention of guns and try to kill. Threats, misunderstandings, unforgiving and forgiveness, false death news and rival gang. A lot of mafia shits and mutual understanding and love.

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It’s supposed to be a birthday gift for my bestie @nctstar but ik it’s too late😭 please accept my token of love for you🎀

🔥🔥🔥 Fire in the eyes.

That's how his eyes were reflecting the massacre in front of him.

Building engulfed in the high-rise fire and dense white and gray smoke. A smirk appeared on the face of the leader, brushing back his hairs and kicking the small piece of rock with the tip of his shoe, he turned around to face his best friend.

"It's done, boss."

The leader just nodded and walked towards the car waiting for him in the distance and he knew that the mission was successful and his revenge was over.

As usual he succeeded in this mission too.

He killed you.

>>>><<<< 

Years had passed after the death of the CEO, Taeyong took over the organization, a well-known figure as the mafia leader of the leading group, NCT.

Despite his busy schedule, he always made time for his brother Mark, attending his university events and supporting his endeavors. Basically, you are Mark’s batchmate so it’s a gift for him to meet you whenever he goes to meet his set up spy --- his brother.

One night, as Taeyong was winding down after a long day after a mission, his phone rang. Seeing Mark's name on the screen, he answered immediately.

"Mark? What's wrong?" Taeyong asked, sensing the distress in his brother's voice.

"Hyung," Mark sobbed, barely able to get the words out. "She ruined everything. y/n... she destroyed our mission and tried to kill me."

Taeyong's heart sank.

y/n , someone Taeyong had come to know and trust. you seemed kind-hearted and genuinely in love with him. What could have happened to cause such a rift?

"Calm down, Mark. Tell me everything," Taeyong urged, trying to keep his own emotions in check.

Through broken words and stifled sobs, Mark recounted the story. He claimed that you had betrayed them, leaking confidential information that led to the destruction of the company. you had allegedly colluded with a rival to humiliate him and tarnish their reputation.

Taeyong was devastated, feeling betrayed by the person he loved most.

How could you do this to him?

He felt a surge of anger unlike anything he had ever experienced. you had seemed like the perfect girl, but now it appeared that you had a dark side. Taeyong vowed to make you pay for what you had done to them.

However, unknown to him, the truth was far more complicated than it seemed.

Taeyong began his plan for revenge with meticulous precision. He knew your routines and habits from the times you both have spent with each other and your social media posts.

Heck! He knows everything about you. He knows you. Not only your information and location but your feelings, your touch, your emotions, your voice and even your unspoken words.

So, your unspoken truth was also to betray him but why?

He let out a frustrated groan and aggressively brushed back his red hairs. The look on his face was absolute danger and the slit eyebrow with his finger rings brushing against them.

He can kill anyone.

You worked as a kindergarten teacher at a small school and often spent your evenings at a quaint café near your apartment. Taeyong decided to confront you there, where you would least expect it.

Or maybe you expect him?

One evening, he found you sitting alone at the café, engrossed in a book. Taking a deep breath, he approached your table, his mind set on exposing your deceit.

"Y/n," he said, his voice steady but cold.

You looked up, your eyes widening in surprise. "Taeyong? What are you doing here?"

It's been a month he had last contacted you and you didn’t question him further because Mark told you that he was busy with something and you better know that the mafia life is not something to play.

"I need to talk to you," Taeyong replied, sitting down across from you without waiting for an invitation. "About us."

Your expression softened, a hint of sadness in your eyes. "Us? What happened? Are you okay?"

Taeyong's anger flared. "Don't pretend you care. You know exactly what you did."

The anger on his face with the burning eyes staring at the soft and calm eyes of yours.

Confusion clouded your features. "What are you talking about?"

"You ruined everything ," Taeyong said, his voice rising. "You betrayed me,...even tried to kill my brother."

You ruined…betrayed…tried to kill?

He grabbed your forearm and dragged you outside the café. You didn’t even protest or fight back, maybe because your mind was already clouded with the accusation and his hatred towards you.

Doesn’t he trust you?

You kept staring at him until he took you to the nearby alley and harshly pushed you against the wall. You hissed when your back hit the concrete wall and bit down your lips to prevent any sob to escape.

Taeyong can’t hurt you, right?

He trusts you…yes yes he does.

Tears welled up in your eyes, and you shook her head. "No, Taeyong, that's not true. I would never do anything to hurt Mark and you."

"Save your lies," Taeyong spat, his heart pounding with rage. "I won't let you get away with this."

He slammed his hand beside your head. His eyes flaring in rage and you flinch at the sudden move but his emotions didn’t falter. He was fuming and could kill you anytime.

And he will.

Trying to touch his face, you slid a hand to his cheeks but he swatted it away and glared. “don’t try to make me trust you… I thought I had you. You are someone to me whom I can love forever. I wanted to leave all this shit just to be with you but you are the one who is trying to end everything…along with me.”

He scoffed, “what will you get from all these? Money? Power? Or are you just with me for someone else?” he grabbed your cheeks, your skin burning under his grip, he didn’t care the tears flowing down your eyes, “Tell me, y/n!”

He doesn’t want love.

He wanted revenge.

He wanted to kill you so that he won't regret loving someone who broke his trust. Someone he loved with everything.

He pulled his gun from the strap and held it to your head. Your wide eyes earned a sickening smirk from him, “I hate that I love you, y/n. I hate everything. I hate myself for trusting you.” He pressed the gun hard, you were not crying, not even flinching, not even fighting against it, “but I hate that I can’t hate you. Why? Y/n, get the fuck out of m, get the fuck out of my sight.”

You were staring blankly at him. it was like a void surrounded you where nothing else you can see or hear, it's only you and him and his hatred. And your emotions? You want to run away from him but still you want to stay close to him.

You accepted the situation, grabbing his leather jacket and clutching it tightly, you closed your eyes and whispered, “I can’t unlove you, Taeyong. Shoot.” You tried to smile but couldn’t so you breathed heavily, you didn’t want to meet his gaze, “I can’t see you hate me. I don’t want you to hate us. I love you, Taeyong.”

You waited for his action, his voice or the pull of the trigger but you heard nothing until he uttered under his breath, “I wish I hated you.”

Before you could respond, Taeyong stormed out of the alley, his mind set on finding more concrete evidence of your betrayal. Despite the nagging feeling that your reaction had been genuine, the anger inside him was doubting his every thought.

Did he just try to kill you?

Your eyes fluttered open and your eyes followed how he crossed the street and got on his bike. Before he could start the engine, he turned towards you, his face was hidden under the helmet except his eyes but you didn’t know what to feel at this exact moment.

There was relief in his eyes.

You are alive and he didn’t kill you.

But you clenched your teeth. Taeyong tried to kill you and still you chose to trust him and accept your fate in his hands. You are pathetic, y/n.

The bike went off to the dark endless highway, leaving behind you standing there in the lonely alley.

He loved you and trusted you.

After Mark, you are the most precious person to him and he couldn't believe that in the end, you were going to be the one to break him.

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Days turned into weeks, and Taeyong's investigation grew more intense. He hacked into your email and social media accounts, searching for anything that could prove your guilt. He followed you discreetly, hoping to catch you in a compromising situation.

If you were someone else then he would have killed you on the spot. He wouldn't have thought twice about it, but you are someone he can't even hate for a moment and…how could he end it?

He loves you.

But you betrayed him and he believes in revenge.

To destroy you.

And his men followed his order to end you.

They ended the chapter of yours.

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>>>><<<< 

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However, what he found in his search after that only deepened the mystery.

your messages were filled with concern for him. you had been trying to reach him, desperate to explain something. your social media posts depicted a girl heartbroken and confused, not the scheming villain Taeyong had imagined. As he delved deeper, he began to uncover pieces of a different story.

One evening, Taeyong found himself sitting in his apartment, surrounded by printouts of your whereabouts, emails and social media messages. He had spent countless hours piecing together the puzzle, and now he was starting to see a different picture. you had always been a protective sister and friend to Mark, but your efforts had been misconstrued, leading to a series of misunderstandings.

The real villain was someone Taeyong had a hunch of, a man named Hongjoong, who is the leader of Ateez and had been envious of Taeyong's success and had framed you to get him out of the scenario. you had no idea of Hongjoong's scheme and never tried to doubt him when they met at a cafe, but your meetings and messages had been intercepted and twisted to make you look guilty.

Realization hit Taeyong like a ton of bricks. He had been wrong about you. you weren't the villain—you were the victim, just like him. His heart sank as he realized the pain he had caused you with his unjust accusations.

And…he can’t apologize because that day, he burned that building, where apparently you were there. He didn’t know earlier but the next day he got the message from his members. You are no more and he hates himself more because the last words he heard from you was your love for him but he showed his hatred to you.

Will you forgive him after death?

"y/n, I'm so sorry," Taeyong whispered, his voice trembling. "I should have trusted you."

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The moon hung low in the night sky, casting an eerie glow over the bustling city. As the leader of the most powerful mafia gang in the city, he commanded respect and loyalty from his men. But despite his cold and calculated demeanor, his heart had always been haunted by a single, lost love.

Years ago, a rival gang had taken everything from him.

 His empire had been on the verge of collapse, and in the midst of the chaos, he lost the only girl he had ever loved. Taeyong believed you had been killed in the crossfire, --- killed by him.

your death had fueled his ruthless rise to power. Your memory was the ghost that guided his hand as he crushed his enemies and expanded his dominion.

Tonight, however, was different.

Taeyong's trusted lieutenant, Jaehyun, approached him as he stood in his luxurious penthouse, looking out over the city. "Taeyong, we've got intel on The New Rival. They're targeting our shipments. If we don't act soon, we'll lose millions."

Taeyong turned, his sharp eyes glinting with determination. "Arrange a meeting. I want to confront this one face to face."

Jaehyun nodded and hurried off to make the arrangements. Taeyong's mind raced as he considered the possibility of a new threat. He had faced many enemies over the years, but there was something different about this one.

The meeting was set for midnight in a deserted warehouse on the outskirts of the city.

His men went before but he delayed the time. People should have patience to meet him and he loves to see them getting anxious waiting for him. He smirked at the thought and started the engine of his bike.

Taeyong arrived with his most trusted men, each one armed and ready for a confrontation. He stood in the center of the garden of the warehouse, his sharp eyes scanning the darkness for any signs of movement.

“kill them at once.” He ordered his men and they all went into their directions, leaving him alone in the front gate from where only the leader would greet him.

The door creaked open, and a figure clad in black stepped in front. The figure moved with a fluid grace, their face obscured by the darkness. Taeyong's heart pounded in his chest as he watched the figure approach.

It’s familiar somehow and the only name is flashing inside his head. He shook off the feeling and tilted his head.

In the shadows, the name "Taeyong" was whispered with both reverence and fear.

"I've been waiting for this moment," Taeyong said, his voice steady despite the turmoil within him. "You've caused quite a stir. It's time we end this."

The figure chuckled softly, a sound that sent a shiver down Taeyong's spine. "You don't recognize me, do you, Taeyong?"

The voice was familiar, achingly so. Taeyong's mind raced as he tried to place it. The figure reached up and slowly stood in front, revealing a face he had never expected to see again.

"y/n..." he whispered, his voice cracking with emotion.

you, his lost lover, stood before him, alive and very much real. your eyes, once filled with love and warmth, now burned with a fierce determination. Those glistening eyes he last saw in that alley.

"Surprised to see me?" you asked, a smirk playing on your lips.

Taeyong's world tilted on its axis. "But... I thought you were dead. They told me you were killed."

"They lied," you replied, your expression hardening. "I was taken by that rival gang, yes, but I escaped from the building. And now, I've been fighting from the shadows, trying to bring down the very empire you built. You know your most trusted men helped me in this."

Taeyong took a step back, the weight of your words crashing down on him. "Why, y/n? Why would you want to destroy everything I've worked for?"

your eyes flashed with anger. "Because you changed, Taeyong. The man I loved would never have become this... monster. You've become everything you once fought against. You even tried to do the very same thing which you accused me of." you repeatedly hit his chest with your index finger.

Taeyong felt a surge of conflicting emotions. He had been driven by revenge, by the need to avenge your deed ---- the stupid information he trusted. Then your death shifted something inside him --- the thing he even hated about himself but also loved the change. He blamed it on you.

You have turned him like this.

But now, seeing you alive, he realized how far he had strayed from the person he once was.

"I did it for you," he said, his voice trembling. "Everything I did, it was because I thought I had lost you."

you stepped closer, your gaze softening for the first time. "You didn't lose me, Taeyong. You lost yourself. Also, didn’t you want to kill me." you looked up at the sky, “I believed for a moment that you will shoot and that’s the end.”

Again, you met his lost and shocked gaze, “but still I trusted you, Taeyong. And I should say the same thing today… I wish I hated you the same way you did.”

A tense silence filled the place as the two stood face to face, years of pain and longing reflected in their eyes.

The men outside the warehouse and around were oblivious to the emotional battle unfolding within you two. You both heard gunshots and noticed Jaehyun running towards the two of you. For a second, he halted when he saw you. He definitely knew you were alive, of course he was one of the men who helped you to hide from the world because after that mission, if anyhow the rivals knew that you were alive they would definitely try to kill you.

And they knew that would not be good for Taeyong.

But seeing you in the area of their rival was not sitting right. He didn’t say anything to you but turned towards Taeyong, “we have captured the leader. The others will take him to the base and we are cleaning the mess here quickly.”

They both exchanged nods and he ran off.

You flinched at the gunshots and then some shouts. Taeyong noticed, he noticed your every detail today and he won't let you slip like the last time, he grabbed your hand and started running towards a direction away from the warehouse, nearly the edge of the cliff. His bike was parked there and stopped beside it.

“Are you going to push me off here?”

You didn’t know what reply you could expect but suddenly he pulled you in his embrace, “never. y/n, you are everything to me. even if I did hurt you and hate you. Just know I hate myself more. y/n…I can’t hate you. I love you so much. I love you.” He planted a kiss on the crown of your head.

You hesitated to hug him at first but soon you let yourself melt in his arms, those warming and restless nights and whispered promises flashing in front of your nights when you both shared life and promised to stay for eternity. That can’t be over in years. He took two years to meet you again.

He hugged you tighter when he felt your arms wrapping around him, your ear pressed against his chest could pick up his heartbeat increasing its pace. He placed his chin on top of your head, “I don’t know what you are doing here today but please y/n let me prove every mistake I have made. I won’t hurt you again. I want to love you, y/n. I know probably it’s too late, might be…you have already given up on me.”

He doesn’t want to kill you.

He wants to love you.

Finally, you spoke. "It's not too late, Taeyong. We can fix this. But you have to choose—continue down this path of darkness, or find a way to make things right. Also, I knew this rival was friends with Hongjoong and I came here in the hope to meet you in person. I have watched you from shadows and always Jaehyun told me that to trust you that you love me."

Taeyong looked into your eyes, the love he had buried deep within him rekindling. He knew the choice he had to make. With a deep breath, he reached out and took your hand.

"I will choose you," he said, his voice filled with resolve. "Together, we'll tear down this empire and build something better. Please, have trust in me."

You looked up at his face, “it’s not about ending this empire. It’s about us --- you and me individually and together. This is your life, Taeyong and I won’t snatch away the things from you for which you have worked hard for years. But I want you to believe in me and yourself. It hurt me when you looked at me the way you looked at your rivals. I am not your enemy, Taeyong.”

You cupped his cheek, “I would end myself before hurting you. I would do anything to protect you.”

His fingers circled around your wrist and whispered, “I know.”

You shook your head, “you don’t know that you are different to me than anyone else.”

“how?”

“You are my only fire and light in this dark world.”

He kissed the side of your palm and smiled, brushing your hairs away from the face with his slender fingers, he placed  a soft kiss on your forehead, “I can burn like a sun in this darkness for others--- to end them with my rage and power but for you I will light like a moon—calm and contended for you to love me ad trust me. I’m sorry, y/n.”

“Taeyong… you didn’t kill me. even though you tried…”

“don’t defend my actions, y/n. I definitely did wrong.” He turned serious and his voice was heavy and low.

This time you smiled, “but you didn’t. you hesitated because I know you love me. you are not the person I know to hesitate in this situation. You are a perfect leader. I am proud of you.”

“You are too innocent, y/n. I love you.” He pecked your lips. His lips on you felt so surreal after years and you wanted to taste it more. Not now but maybe later. You can wait for it and him. you have waited for so long and now you can wait with him.

His lips ghosted over yours when you whispered, “I know you will guide my innocence. I love you too, Taeyong.”

As they drove off the place hand in hand, the future was uncertain. But for the first time in years, Taeyong felt a glimmer of hope. He had been given a second chance with his lost love, and he intended to make the most of it, even if it meant facing the shadows of his past.

The days that followed were fraught with danger.

Taeyong's decision to dismantle his rivals was met with fierce resistance from his own men and rival gangs alike. Many saw his actions as a sign of weakness for his lover, and attempts were made on his life. But Taeyong and you stood united, your bond stronger than ever.

You are not his weakness but his strongest ability.

you used your knowledge of the underworld to aid Taeyong in his mission. you had spent years gathering information, and now, they used it to systematically help Taeyong in his missions. He included you as his partner in this world. It was of course against his choice --- mostly yours. He didn’t want to risk your life but your determination to help him made him proud of his lover. You both exposed corrupt officials, freed those who had been wronged by the rivals, and reclaimed the city from the clutches of their darkness.

One night, as you both sat together in a small, hidden safehouse, Taeyong looked at you with gratitude. "I wouldn't have been able to do this without you," he admitted.

you smiled, your eyes filled with warmth. "We've both changed, Taeyong. But together, we can create something good out of all this chaos."

your journey was far from over.

The city was still rife with corruption, and there were many who would stop at nothing to see you both fail. But for Taeyong and you, the fight was worth it. you have found each other again, and in doing so, you have found a new purpose.

The purpose of living for each other.

As you faced the challenges ahead, Taeyong knew one thing for certain: he would protect you with his life, just as you had protected him. Together, you would forge a new path, one where love and redemption could flourish amidst the shadows of your past.

To the city he is the fiercely burning sun but he would hide to be your moon in the darkness.

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Birthday surprises, unexpected turns

C(S). Taeyong x Reader | WC. 1275 | G. Fluff

The end of June was always an exciting time. The payoff of month-long planning and hard work paid off when you were able to surprise your beloved for his birthday, however, this year the birthday plans had to be slightly pushed back due to his hectic schedule.

Taeyong had just made his solo debut and the month-long promotions included celebrating his special day with the rest of the NCT 127 members and fans, which meant you could only see him after his birthday. You didn’t mind celebrating a little later, as it gave you more time to plan your surprise for Taeyong to perfection. 

“Buuuuubbbbuuuu where are we goiiiinnng…..?” whines Taeyong from his spot in the passenger seat. 

Taking a peak at the time on the dashboard, it showed that it had been 37 minutes since you asked Taeyong to be dressed up and wait for you outside the private entrance of his dorms. Taeyong could never say no to you and happily obliged, but what he hadn’t planned was for you to remain tight-lipped about where you were taking him, despite his best attempt to coerce the information, pleading round eyes and all. 

“Patience bubu, we’re almost there” you reason, hoping that would hold him off for just a little while longer as your destination was fast approaching.

Dropping his shoulders and he turned back to face the front window. Taeyong’s attention was caught in the breathtaking fields of flowers that surrounded the road, illuminated by a soft golden hue as the sun began to settle for the night. He pulled out his phone to capture a small piece of the moment. 

As day turned to dusk, you two finally arrived at your destination, a corn field located outside of the bustling city of Seoul.

“We’re here!” 

Unbuckling your seatbelt, you hurry out of the car, allowing your legs and back to get their much deserved stretch after almost an hour and a half of driving.

Sensing a missing presence you turn back to the car and catch Taeyong still seated inside. His face now sporting another pout as he scanned the outside surroundings. 

You motion for him to come outside which he begrudgingly agrees to after a muted sigh. He pulls himself out of the car, closing the door behind him and making sure to look in all directions before walking over to your side, there was nothing there...

“If you were a stranger, I would assume you’re trying to get me killed love,” he voices, eyebrows furrowed. His eyes move side to side at the unknown sounds scattered from the field. Grabbing your hand once he hears a particularly loud cricket.

“Trust me, I intend to keep every hair on your head safe Taeyong,” you assure. “I do, however, have an amazing surprise for you.”

“I’m looking and all I see is a cornfield,” he counters, not one bit convinced of your “amazing surprise.”

“Well duh,” you poke his cheek. “The surprise is inside.”

He turns to your digging daggers into your eyes.

“I, have to go inside? Like inside this MAZE?? In The DARK?!?”

To think he would have been totally dandy going into the maze without any convincing was a long shot, but half the battle was simply getting to the maze so your surprise was still going smoothly.

“WAIT! I know what will help, flashlights.”

You rush over to the truck of the car, opening it up to find the two big flashlights you had packed, with two sets of backup batteries of course. 

Walking back over you wave the flashlights like a prize, hoping it could convince him to at least explore the maze.

“Look Taeyong, now we can get to the centre with no problem”

Taeyong sends you a glare with arms now crossed, a very clear indication that your solution didn’t convince him any further of going inside.

“In your dreams, I’m not going in there.” Tone firm and with a straight face.

“Tae pleasee,” you whine with your own version of pleading round eyes.

He looks away, fearing his will not strong enough to deny you your request. It only takes a few more “pleeease”s, and maybe a couple of kisses to convince him that all of it will be worth it if he just agrees to step into the maze. 

“Ughhhh, fine.” 

Grabbing a flashlight in one hand and your hand in the other, Taeyong takes a deep breath before walking towards the corn maze, praying he wouldn’t have any regrets after saying yes to your adorable face that he simply could never resist or deny.

Three steps inside and his steps have already come to a halt, looking both ways and trying to determine which direction to head in. 

You, having literally planned the entire surprise, pull him in the left direction. Recalling the corn maze map that you spent weeks remembering, you weave through the directions with an arm still tugging Taeyong’s arm. 

A couple more turns and twists, but right before you sense the spot in which your surprise is waiting, you come to an abrupt halt and Taeyong bumps into your back. 

“Taeyong quick close your eyes” 

“What? Why?” he asks. “How will I walk?”

“I’ll lead you to the end, don’t worry I’ll go slowly.” 

He cocks an eyebrow but nonetheless closes his eyes.

Taking his hand this time, you walk him around the corner of the maze and right into the middle of the surprise.

“Ok open now!”

The immediate sight that greets him upon opening his eyes is a gingham blanket spread out on the floor decorated with a sign reading “HAPPY BIRTHDAY TY” and seating pillows. A cooler and picnic basket is placed on one side of the blanket.

Around the shrubs of the maze are an assortment of paper streamers and fairy lights strung up, twinkling and fluttering against the moonlight shining from above.

You move to sit down as Taeyong takes in the decoration, eyes wide with fascination.

Opening the cooler you fish out the small cake box you prepared, nothing too fancy, just a small chocolate cake with strawberries shaped into roses. In your basket, you find the candle and lighter. With Taeyong still distracted you place the candle in the centre.

“Love, come sit,” you call to him.

He rips his gaze from the lights to you and rushes over, finding his spot in front of you and the cake.

Lifting up the cake you use a free hand to light the candle. 

“It’s your birthday, make a wish.” You inwardly cringe at the reference but it's enough to have Taeyong bust out a smile.

Closing his eyes for a bit he blows out the candle from the side so as to not fan the smoke to your face.

“Love!, I can’t believe you did all this for me. I can’t believe I was so scared to come but if I didn’t…..”

As he starts to ramble on and on about how amazing your surprise was and how much he loves you, he doesn't notice your hand inching up to the cake, swiping the cake of its frosting. 

You nod along, listening to him ramble until your hand reaches his face, smearing the chocolate frosting against his cheek, stunning him in the middle of his romantic spiel.

“You have a little something on your face, love,” you point out giggling.

“Oh, do I? 

He doesn’t let you answer. Leaning in and softly kissing and transferring the frosting onto your cheek. Both of you now becoming a giggling mess, covered in frosting.

“There, now we both have something on our faces.”

NCT 127 ˜ Edie's Masterlist💚

Johnny

Taeyong

We can stay like this forever

Yuta

But this is a no-strings-attached thing

Doyoung

Jaehyun

I saw her first (+ Mark)

Jungwoo

Mark

I saw her first (+ Jaehyun)

Haechan

We can stay like this forever | lee taeyong

pairing: taeyong x f.reader

genre: smut | romance | exes to lovers

wc: 1.4k

summary: you and taeyong broke up two months ago so you call him with one purpose in mind.

warnings: unprotected sex (don't), pet names (sweet, baby), pussy slapping, cumming inside... lmk if I forgot anything.

“You don’t have to give this back, you know?” 

“Yeah… but I want to. I need to,” you reply calmly. 

Taeyong looks at the box filled with tangible memorabilia of your time together. The time that surely was a highlight in his life. He was blissful and felt invincible with you. He was so in love–no, he is still in love. He just can’t put together how a silly argument ended up in you two breaking up. 

When you texted him to come over, he was hopeful. Were you willing to give him a second chance and get back together? All thoughts of his wish coming true evaporate when you greet him with that stupid box. He doesn’t want the box. He doesn’t need the box. His hoodies, letters, plushies… everything is yours. He is yours, even though you seem not to see it. 

“It’s good to see you, my sweet,” he smiles, his eyes seeking something in yours. Some type of sign that you are still you. Some type of sign that you might still maybe love him. 

You immediately close your eyes as soon as you hear my sweet leave his lips. It is indescribable what those two words do to you. You missed him so much, but he never called or showed up once you broke up. How could he want you back? You know you are not perfect, but the love you have for him makes you better. It makes you feel real and seen. Of course, that was when you were together. This is why you have to give everything back. It is just too much to have things reminding you of Taeyong. 

“Good to see you too,” your voice is soft, barely audible. You can’t look at him, you’re afraid you’d break and cry. 

Before Taeyong can break the awkward silence that followed, the rumble of thunder makes you jump. 

“Is it raining?” you ask, making your way to the window. 

Outside you can see how the weather’s changed. Grey-to-black clouds pour rain so heavily you can’t see much outside. You sigh and as you turn Taeyong is right there. His beautiful eyes stare right back at yours. 

“You scared me,” you laugh, attempting to clear the awkwardness. 

“I guess I should go… It was– a real pleasure seeing you, my sweet.” 

“You really like calling me that, don’t you?” 

Taeyong laughs, making you swoon. He has the loveliest laugh, you’ve always said so. 

“Of course,” he comes a bit closer. “You always will be my sweet.” 

“You can’t say that,” you shake your head. 

“Why not?” 

“What happens when you are dating someone else?” 

Silence. 

The truth is, you regret the words that came out of your mouth. Just thinking about it hurts so bad. 

“I don’t want to date anyone else,” he softly holds your hand, drawing circles with his thumb. 

Suddenly you can’t move, you can’t think, you can’t breathe. 

“Uh– I should probably go…” he continues. 

“No, wait! You can’t leave it’s pouring out there.” 

“You sure you want me to stay?” 

You nod. He shamelessly looks at your lips, making a silent prayer you would let him kiss him. Even if it is the last time he gets to kiss you. 

“Fuck, baby,” and you just throw your arms around his neck, hugging him so tight. 

“I miss you,” he whispers. 

So you kiss him. Your body goes against the voice inside your head that asks you to stop, you broke up. But the way he melts into you tells you to keep going. Taeyong’s arms hold you firmly against him, almost as if he is scared that you will change your mind and run away from him. 

He sucks on your bottom lip and you lose all sense of time. You should have never broken up, he is the light in your path of darkness. Removing your clothing you guide him to your bedroom, where you’ve shared countless nights of passion, long talks, and binge-watching TV. You gently push him onto the bed, his eyes spark as he can’t hide his excitement. 

“Is– is this okay?” he asks. 

“Yes,” your voice is almost a breathy moan. 

So Taeyong thanks the heavens and immediately latches his mouth to your right nipple sucking as his hands caress your body, worshipping it. You close your eyes, lost in his touch, his breathing, his praises. 

“I missed you so much, my sweet. You’re perfect. All I want is to make you feel good, make you never forget me.” 

“How could I ever?” 

You pull his hair and a low groan leaves his mouth. Smiling, he stops to kiss your thighs, all the way to your clothed core. He can smell your arousal and feel how wet you are for him, you haven’t changed a bit and he is glad. Two months without having you was being in hell. Your moans get louder as he licks your entrance on top of the soaking fabric of your panties. 

Done with the teasing, you pull them down. 

“Please, baby– fuck me. I need you so bad,” you cry. 

Taeyong wants to take his time with you, but he can leave that for round two if you let him. Right now he will give you whatever you want like it’s his life mission because it is. The way your lips kiss him makes his heart beat so fast he feels it will burst out of his chest. You help him get rid of his clothes and kiss his chest, making a stop on his chest tattoo that drives you so insane. 

“Show me how much you’ve missed me, baby.” 

“You have no idea, my sweet.” 

He positions you to face down on the mattress, ass up, granting him perfect access to your cunt. Slender fingers tease your hole as his other hand pumps his erection. As Taeyong enters you, pleasure course your entire body. This is the man of your dreams, your perfect pair, fucking you till your eyes roll back. His cock, wet in your arousal abuses your hole, again and again, his hands firm on your hips as he thrust into you, fast. He missed this feeling. You are so warm, so sweet, so perfect. 

“We were made for each other. Shit… you feel so good, so– incredible.” 

You moan in response your face weighing on the mattress. Taeyong put one of his hands down your clit and slapped hard he earns a muffled cry. 

“I wanted this so much… faster.” 

And he obeys. He obeys because anything that comes out of your mouth automatically is an order for him. He is doomed and he knows it, he is in love. And to be honest, he wouldn’t like it any other way. 

Beads of sweat drip off his forehead as he rams into you, eager to make you cum. When his fingers pinch your clit and start moving in circles, adding pressure to it, you lose all composure. You are crying, pleading, moaning his name. 

“Taeyong, Taeyong, Taeyong…” 

How pretty his name sounds coming from your mouth. His other hand moves to your shoulder and he pulls you upwards, your back colliding with his chest as he keeps fucking you, now hitting that spot inside you. You see stars, you are so close. 

Taeyong kisses your neck, sucking your sensitive spot he knows so damn well. 

“Baby, I’m so close… f-fuck–ah!” 

“Me too. Cum for me! I wanna hear you…”

With a few more thrusts his warm cums fills you as he cries in your ear after his release, triggering your orgasm. It’s so intense your head feels lighter than a feather and your legs tremble. Taeyong holds you near him or else you will fall. He kisses your temple and shoulders again and again. 

“My sweet, sweet girl…” he breathes in your ear as you both come down from your high. 

You find yourself between Taeyong’s arms, cuddling, eyes closed. The box you once planned to return is already forgotten in your living room. Not a word is spoken, is like time didn’t pass and you want to stay here until the end of time. 

“I never stopped loving you,” you confess, eyes still closed. 

Now he hugs you even tighter. 

“Me neither.” 

“Can we stay like this for a while? you ask. 

“We can stay like this forever…” he kisses your cheek.

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a/n: this is pure ✨fiction✨

but my love for this man ain't... ˜ masterlist

Warm

Summary: Instead of taking a sip of coffee to make you feel warm on a cold night, you craved for Taeyong's warm hug - and his fingers.

wc: 905

genre: smut (minors dni!)

tags & warnings: bf!taeyong x f!reader, established relationship, live in couple, cuddling, fingering, breast play, overstimulation

TAEYONG M.LIST || NCT MAIN M.LIST

Big thanks to this prompt, I made this short fic 😅

You had a tiring day due to deadlines at work. You decided to sleep after eating dinner. Taeyong, who just got home from work, kissed your forehead, causing you to wake up. You smiled at him.

However, you did not leave the bed. You get back to sleep. It’s really cold that night.

Taeyong ate his dinner while you were still heavenly sleeping. He works on-site for 3 days and 2 days for remote work. Meanwhile, you are working on a fully remote set-up. You enjoyed living under the same roof while not yet married. Doing adulting things, enjoying what life offers–these all matter to you. As long as you have Taeyong.

Taeyong who knows what your body needs.

You felt a pair of arms surrounding you. Tonight, you were Taeyong’s little spoon. You can feel his breath at the back of your neck. He kissed your nape.

“Hi Baby.” You said in a raspy voice without facing him.

“Hmmmm. Baby. How’s your day?” Taeyong asked.

“Super tired. The cold weather made me feel even lazier.” You answered.

“You should grab something to feel warm. Want some hot choco? Coffee? Tea? or me?” Taeyong chuckled.

You smiled, without facing him, “Of course, I’ll choose the most delicious one. You..”

Taeyong got up, started to glance at your side profile, “You want me?”

“Yes, but I’m tired.. Just cuddle me please.”

He followed you. He tightened his hug and you held his one hand and kissed it.

After a few minutes, Taeyong started to fall asleep. He got a busy day at work so he really needs to rest. His body is so tired, especially his hands due to the many paperworks in the office–but you got a plan. You want to make his hands tired through other means.

And when you held his hand again, you placed it on your boobs, which made Taeyong shocked. You’re not wearing a bra now.

Taeyong blinked his eyes.

“Babyyyy… touch me please.” You requested.

“Baby.. That was..”  He chuckled with a raspy voice. He was so surprised when you placed his hand on your chest.

His thing got hard and you felt that. It does not only made his heart flutter, his dick did, too.

Taeyong tries to control his laughter.

“Aren’t you tired? Are you sure with this, baby? You need to sleep now."

“No. I want your fingers inside me now.  And your hands all over my body. Please.“ You answered.

Taeyong hugged you so tight and pulled you closer to him. Your ass touches his hard dick, causing you to let out soft moans.

“As you wish baby..”

Taeyong inserted his left hand to your panties, one hand touching your other boob. He got closer to kiss the side of your neck, causing you to feel hotter now.

Pajamas and jackets won’t work anymore. Taeyong knows how to make you absolutely hot. He knows what your body wants.

He rubbed your clit before inserting 1 finger inside.

“So wet for me, baby. Are you having some wet dreams or something while I’m not yet home?” Taeyong joked.

“Hmmm.. yeah.. sort of.” You answered with a soft voice.

You don’t have energy to pleasure him like what he does to you. Both of you are tired, so Taeyong just agreed to do his thing for you.

He thrusted his fingers and you’re moving with it, slowly. Taeyong has the best fingers and you are lucky enough to always have these inside you.

While fingering you, he is squeezing your breast and pinching your nipples. Meanwhile, his mouth is doing its work on the side of your neck.

“Fuck, y/n, your pussy feels good. My fingers love them so much.”

“Uh.. yeah. just insert more. I wanna feel you."

And so he does. You felt his dick got harder .

Your stretched out your arm and held the bed sheet due to the pleasure that you feel. You bit your lip. Taeyong’s fingers are stretching your walls well. If he could only see your reactions now..he would love it.

Well, he loves how your body reacts. His hands are almost filled with your wetness.

He fastened his pace. His fingers had no mercy to your pussy. You repeatedly moaned his name.

With a few more thrusts, your body started to shake, getting near to the climax. Taeyong squeezed your chest again and now, he started to bite your shoulder.

“Taeyong, faster.. fuck..” You moaned.

“Uh fucking shit.. Y/N.”

You felt like your insides was about to break. He has pleasured you so much that you forgot your tiring day at work and this cold weather today.

And when you reached the climax, you moaned while closing your eyes and trying to catch your breath. Taeyong kissed your shoulder.

Taeyong opened the drawer beside your bed and got some towel to wipe his hand. You turned around now to face him, your eyes half opened to admire the beauty beside you.

Taeyong wrapped his arms around you and kissed your forehead.

“Thanks baby, I needed that so much.”

“No problem, baby. Let’s have another round tomorrow before we eat our breakfast.” He answered.

“Not just breakfast, but for lunch and dinner too.” You answered.

Taeyong chuckled and closed his eyes to finally get back to sleep. The two of you went to the dreamland again.

Good thing, both of you are on a remote set-up tomorrow.

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The story is purely FICTIONAL and does not reflect any of the idols that are mentioned. Do not repost or translate any of my works.

The Nanny

Chapter 08

Lee Taeyong x fem reader

Masterlist

preview, 01, 02, 03, 04, 05, 06, 07, 08, 09, 10, epilogue

Genre: mafia au! dad taeyong au!

Warnings: explicit language, mature themes, angsty

Word Count: 3.4K+

Author’s note: I guess we will finally find out what happened after last chapter. I want preface this by saying I am so grateful that there so many people enjoying this story. I hope you guys continue to enjoy until the end. I also to say there are new projects in the works at the moment. I don't want to give anything away just yet, but I hope you guys stick around to see/read the new projects. Also, hugs and kisses to anyone reading <333

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“(y/n), my love,” Taeyong’s voice called out for you. The two of you stood out on a beach, Taeyong was holding out his hand for you. You tried to take his hand, but every time you went to drop your hand in his, it fell right through. Any place you tried, you couldn’t touch him, feel him. You could see and hear him, but you couldn’t hold him. All you wanted to do was to hold him.

When you opened your eyes and felt at his empty side of the bed, you knew it wasn't a nightmare. That it was reality. Taeyong had stopped by a convenience store, he was getting snacks for you and the boys before coming home. A low ranking member of the yakuza got lucky, he walked into the convenience store at the same time. He put a bullet through Taeyong’s head. They say that it was only a matter of seconds, until his heart stopped. He had died before he even hit the floor.

There was a knock at the bedroom door, you couldn’t turn over to see who it was.

“(y/n),” it was Jisung, “breakfast is ready, come down and eat with us please.”

You ignored the poor boy not having the energy to answer or even look at him. You closed your eyes again, not wanting to do anything right now.

-

“(y/n), my love,” Taeyong stood there again, on that same beach with the sun shining behind him. He held out his hand again for you. You tried to grab his hand, to pull him close to you, but you couldn’t grasp his fingers.

“I can’t… I can’t hold you,” you cried out, so desperately to feel for him, to hold him.

“Then just talk to me, my love,” Taeyong smiled softly, not at all worried that you couldn’t hold him close.

“I miss you,” you felt the tears begin to fall once again, “you’re not there when I wake up.”

“But you have to,”

“What?”

“You have to wake up,”

There was another knock at the door, it stirred you awake but you didn’t dare move to look who was there. “It’s dinner (y/n),” that was Donghyuck, you heard him place a tray down, it must have the dinner on it. You just laid still, not turning to see him. You closed your eyes again, trying to go back to Taeyong.

-

“(y/n), my love,” Taeyong spoke to you gently. Where you guys were, was different, he was sitting at the dining room table, in his seat at the end. It was just you and him at the table. You could hear the faint sound of the boys and Dasom, they were laughing. “Let’s go see what the boys are doing,” Taeyong suggested.

“No,” Taeyong was already standing about to leave, “no, let’s just sit for a moment… Please.”

“Sure dear,” Taeyong sat back down in his seat, he looked worried and anxious, “but we should go see what they’re up to soon.”

“We will, I just want to be with you right now.” He looked so real, but even now when you tried to grab his hand you couldn’t.

“What’s wrong, my love?” Taeyong questioned, so genuinely. “Tell me what’s wrong and I will fix it.”

“I don’t think you can fix this,”

“But we should talk about it right?”

-

The next day when you woke up again, Jaemin had come up to inform you that breakfast was ready. You still laid still in the bed, not turning over to address, or even acknowledge Jaemin. He didn’t linger too long. You closed your eyes again, Taeyong was there every time.

-

“(y/n), my love,” Taeyong gently called out for you. This time the two of you were sitting in the backseat of a moving car. You looked at the driver's seat, and it looked like Jisung was driving, but you could only see the back of his head. “I’ll be home late tonight my love,” Taeyong looked up his phone, glancing towards you, “don’t wait up for me, okay?”

“No,” you spoke rather quickly.

“No?” Taeyong questioned, placing his phone down, looking at you. You began to feel the car start speeding up.

“No, you can’t keep working late Taeyong, you’re gonna hurt this family.”

“What are you talking about (y/n)?” Taeyong gave you a confused look, “are you feeling alright dear?”

“You’re gonna hurt this family Taeyong, you’re gonna work late,”

“You must not be feeling well, my love,” Taeyong dismissed your concerns, as the car kept speeding up. Going faster and faster.

“and you’re gonna never come home. Jisung, slow down, please,” you tried to speak to the driver, but he ignored you, continuing to go faster. Taeyong seemed so unbothered by the car’s rapidly climbing speed.

“(y/n), you need to calm down.”

“No, Taeyong, you're gonna hurt this family. Dasom is gonna be hurt,” you were speaking frantically at this point, trying to string your words together as fast as your mind.

“(y/n), it’s just working late one night,” Taeyong was being passive, while continuing to look at you with much concern.

“No, it’s not. You’re hurting this family. You’re gonna die Taeyong,” The car’s speed continued to climb, Taeyong seemed so unbothered. You felt your heart pounding against your chest, as your palms began to cry.

“(y/n), it already happened,”

You shot up in your bed, sweat rolling down your temples, your hands shaking, and the overwhelming feel to throw up. You just sat there as the tears rolled down your cheeks. Jeno opened the door, he saw you sitting there.

“Dinner is ready downstairs,” Jeno spoke rather softly. You didn’t move, didn’t even wipe the tears away. “Johnny is gonna be staying here for a little while.” Jeno didn’t push further on, he quietly walked out, closing the door behind him. You broke down into a horrid sob, wanting the bed to swallow you whole.

-

The following day, Chenle informed you breakfast was ready. You were gonna say something, just an acknowledgement that you heard him. But by the time you processed to say something, Chenle had already left you. It had only been three days since you left the bed. After Johnny informed you of Taeyong’s death, you couldn’t remember much. You think you fell to the floor. You think it was Johnny that helped you to the bed. You couldn’t remember that night. You closed your eyes again, sleeping was the only thing that comforted you.

-

“(y/n), my love,” Taeyong greeted you once again. The two of you were in the old house. He was sitting at the kitchen island, while you washed some of the dishes. This was a common occurrence before, Taeyong would be coming home just as you finished up your chores. He would sit, converse with you just for a moment. The two of you had many of these little moments.

“You’re dead,” your tone wasn’t harsh or rude. It was just a fact that you were stating.

“Yes I am dear,” Taeyong didn’t sugar coat it for you either.

“Why did you stop? Why not just come straight home?”

“I wanted to get you something, something to apologize for being late.”

“I said before, it was okay if you have to work late,” you were scrubbing the dish clean, over and over again. Your focus is solely on Taeyong.

“I know, but I know you don’t like it either,”

“Can you see us from where you’re at?”

“I can, I’m staring at the bottom of yours and Dasom’s feet,” Taeyong jokes. You splashed the water on him, as he just laughed on. “But yes, I can see you guys.”

“I don’t know what to do Taeyong,” you stopped scrubbing the dish, tears in your eyes. You knew you were gonna wake up alone. “I don’t know if I can do this without you. You took care of everything for me.”

“My love,” Taeyong now stood from his seat, shutting off the water, “Just take it one day at a time.” He came up to you, placing both his hands on your waist. You could feel him, you felt his touch on you. You placed your hands on his cheeks, you could hold him this time. “The boys will help you, but you have to try my love. You have to leave this bed and try.”

“What if I mess it up? What about your daughter?”

“Our daughter dear,” Taeyong smiled, cupping your cheek gently as you leaned into his touch. His touch felt all too realistic, “she is our daughter, you are her mom now.”

“Taeyong,”

“You can do this. (y/n), my love, you are a brave woman, and you will do this.”

“What about you? Are you gonna be okay?”

“I will wait for you on this side, my love, and until you join me again, I have an old friend to talk to.” Taeyong looked behind him, and there stood another woman. You had never seen her before, but you knew exactly who she was.

“Taeyong,” you looked back to your husband, “I don’t want you to leave yet,”

“Okay,” Taeyong wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close against him, “Just for a moment I will stay here with you.” You could hear the rhythm of his heart beating, you could still faintly smell his cologne, you could feel his hands pressed into your back. He was right here, holding you.

-

When you opened your eyes again, it was night, Johnny came up to the room. “(y/n), dinner is ready downstairs if you want to eat. I put out a ceasefire with neighboring organizations, as well as the yakuza, the ceasefire will only last four more days. I have already started on the arrangements for Taeyong’s funeral.” Johnny paused a little, you heard him intake a breath, “and Taeil will come for Dasom in the morning.”

You sat up abruptly, and whipped your head around to stare at Johnny. “Why will Taeil be getting Dasom?”

“Taeil and his wife have agreed to watch Dasom to give you time,”

“No,” you got out of the bed.

“(y/n), I don’t think…”

“Johnny, I said no, she is my daughter and no one will take my daughter away from me,” you walked past Johnny and out the room, going to Dasom’s room to find her.

There you saw Dasom playing with her dolls quietly. Her face had a sad look to it, she knew.

Dasom looked up at you, and you could see the tears forming. You opened your arms for her, and she just fell against you crying softly into your shoulder.

“Shhhh baby, shhhh”

“Daddy’s not coming home, is he?” she pulled away, rubbing the tears away with her fist.

“No baby, he’s not coming home.”

Dasom fell back down against you, crying harder this time now that her suspicion was confirmed. You sat on the floor holding the crying girl. You leaned your head back trying not to cry as well. Taeyong isn’t coming back home, that was the reality of the situation. Taeyong is dead.

-

Johnny made all the arrangements for the funeral. There wasn’t much that needed to be done by you at the very least. Many of the neighboring organizations sent flowers as a display, a symbol to show that they will not cause trouble in this time of grief for NCT. Johnny explained that because of Taeyong’s stature in this world, that the other organizations give time to allow us to regroup, to grieve, to mourn.

You thought it was very civil for them to do so, considering that in this time they could move into several markets that NCT dominated in. After the funeral, you began to come downstairs in the morning for breakfast. You didn’t speak much to any of the boys or Dasom, you often preferred to listen to them, but it did help a great deal. Dinner time was a little more difficult, you often found yourself staring at Taeyong’s empty seat. Nevertheless, you knew it was better to sit at the table, pushing your food around on your plate, instead of hiding away in your bedroom.

One particular night, you left the dinner table a little early, dismissing it off as you just being tired. Jisung caught you by the stairs, before you made your way up.

“(y/n),” Jisung didn’t meet your gaze. The boy towered over you, but he would bend over backwards at your command, “you should take over the organization.” Jisung stared into your eyes. His statement caught you completely off guard, you hadn’t even given a single thought to what was to happen to the organization. Before you could even say anything to Jisung, he walked away from you leaving you standing there in silence.

The organization was something that Taeyong built from the ground up, on his own, to help his father. You knew that this organization meant everything to Taeyong, these boys were family to him. You didn’t even think it right for you to take it over. Johnny was, is, the second in command, if anything he would take over the organization. However, the thought still gnawed at you.

Taking over the organization would be a full time job, there was no telling if you would have the cover of the corporation that Taeyong had. If you did this, all the boys would need to be on board, Taeyong was as much family to them, as they were to him. All of the boys would have to be in agreement for you to even feel the slightest bit comfortable with taking over.

You went to bed that night wondering just what it would be like. Marrying someone in this life was one thing, but being someone in this life was another.

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The next morning, you sat at breakfast still pondering the idea. For some reason you couldn’t put away the idea. Running the organization, you weren’t born into this life. You knew nothing about it. There wasn’t any way you could do it. Why on Earth would Jisung suggest such an outrageous idea? Why were you even still thinking about the matter?

“(y/n).” Johnny called for your attention, you hummed in acknowledgement. “Taeil is calling a meeting with you.”

“What for?”

Johnny took a deep breath, it was clear that he was uncomfortable with whatever he was gonna say. “It’s about Taeyong’s will.”

You felt time stop. You knew that Taeyong made adjustments right after the wedding, but you didn’t ever think that it was something you needed to worry about. You wanted to curse Taeyong for dying so soon, to leave you worried about this. To leave you to deal with this alone. “I see,” you looked down at your food, not wanting to talk about his will, “well Taeil is gonna have to wait, until I’m free. You boys best be getting off to work now.”

You left the table, unsure about what exactly to do to keep yourself busy, but you were gonna find something, anything.

-

You did a pretty fine job of avoiding a meeting with Taeil about the will. Anytime Johnny brought the idea to you, you would effectively change the subject. Opting to speak about Dasom or the boys. You would even ask questions about the organization, deciding that it was better to speak about that instead.

Johnny knew you were avoiding the meeting with Taeil. He just couldn’t determine exactly why you were so adamant about avoiding it. Taeyong created and adjusted his will accordingly, there was really nothing that you had to worry about. Taeyong had a trust for Dasom, that she could live life comfortably without ever really working again. Granted she wouldn’t be able to spend frivolously, but she was definitely taken care of. There was even money in an account for you, all of your bills had already been taken cared of. Even the housing situation was taken care of.

Johnny couldn’t understand just why you are going to such lengths to avoid meeting with Taeil.

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Johnny was gonna get to the bottom of this at once. “(y/n),” the two of you were in the yard, watching the boys play, monkey in the middle with Dasom. The little girl giggled loudly, it warmed everyone’s heart that she could be so happy. She was so innocent.

“What is it Johnny?”

“His will, (y/n),”

You sighed, he wouldn’t let it go already, “Johnny I’m watching my daughter right now, must you ruin this for me,” you looked at Johnny pointedly.

“You need to meet with Taeil, I don’t understand why you are avoiding it so much. Taeyong took care of everything (y/n)...”

“Johnny,” you cut him off not wanting to hear it anymore, “If you can’t respect my wishes, then get out. I don’t want to see you anymore…”

“No,” Johnny spoke clearly, his face showing that he was angry, “you can’t keep avoiding this (y/n). Taeyong is dead.”

“I know he’s fucking dead,” you broke, all of the boys and Dasom’s attention turned to you. You waved them off, “I know he’s dead Johnny, but I just… I can’t right now.”

“(y/n),”

“Johnny, he was so prepared for his death, but,” you took a breath trying to control your emotions, “I wasn’t. And there are too many things that I’m feeling right now.” You watch Dasom giggle, trying to get the ball, “I miss him, I mourn for him, I’m angry with him. To me, this might not make sense to you, it barely makes sense to me, but when I meet with Taeil, it means I’ve accepted that he’s gone. And as stupid as this sounds, not knowing what’s written in that will. It preserves just a little piece of him, like he’s just still at work. Like I’m still just waiting for him to come home.”

Johnny leaned back in his seat, watching the boys playing with Dasom. “I’m angry with him too. We agreed to do everything together. When I joined him with this corporation, this organization, this family, we agreed to do everything together. We were young, stupid, reckless, greedy. We wanted to rule this world, and we would do it together, alive or dead, but together,” Johnny took a deep breath, “of course he had to go and die before me, but he’s not gone.” You looked at Johnny, not sure what he meant, “he's in that little girl,” he pointed at Dasom, “he’s never really leaving us. (y/n),” Johnny looked at you now, “I know this is difficult, I miss him too, I mourn for him too, and I am damn angry with him too. But he’s not gone.”

You wiped away the fallen tears, “damn you Johnny,” you leaned your head back, stopping yourself from crying some more. “Call Taeil, I’ll meet with him tomorrow.”

“Thank you,” Johnny took your hand, pressing his lips to the back of it.

“Yeah yeah, now will you let me watch my daughter in peace?”

“Yes madam,” Johnny smiled, walking away with his phone in his hand.

-

Johnny set up a lunch meeting with Taeil at the mansion, that way you didn’t have to go anywhere. The house chef had prepared a light lunch, not too much heavy food. Mark and Johnny both stayed back, something about working from home today. Not that you really minded, them being there offered some type of comfort.

The doorbell rang grabbing everyone’s attention, “I’ll get it,” Johnny said as he made his way to the front door. You figured that it would be Taeil already.

Johnny took a bit longer than you had expected to return. When he did, it wasn’t who you suspected at all. “(y/n),” Johnny spoke, “this is Mr. and Mrs. Lee, Taeyong’s parents.”

You looked at the man and woman standing next to Johnny. You raked your mind trying to remember them at any moment, and you just couldn’t. You went through all the people you met at the funeral and neither of them were there, you were sure. You wondered just exactly what type of parents would miss their own son’s funeral.

“Johnny, who is this woman, and where is my granddaughter?” the man, whom you could only assume is Taeyong’s father based on Johnny’s introduction, asked.

“Sir, Taeyong got married shortly before he passed, this is (y/n), his wife. Dasom is with the nanny upstairs.”

“My son’s wife died, Johnny,” the man looked angrily at Johnny, completely dismissing you, “get this woman out of my house.”

“No sir,” Johnny said.

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A PART OF THE "SMELLS LIKE A TEEN SPIRIT" COLLAB BY @cherryutas

Pairing: Lee Taeyong x female reader

Themes: college band!au, bassist! Taeyong, crack, slice of life, fluff, angst, tba

Warnings: profanity, mentions of food, tba

Wc: 0.6k (for teaser)

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A/N: yes. This baby is finally here, although very much incomplete and growing at a steady speed. It is my lil dream- y/n and friends ft. Taeyong (whom I oath to project on REAL HARD), my lil resident indie band Soace Jukebox and a whole lot of my CJ groupchat homies because they are sexy and so is Maits' huge crush on Johnny 🙄 I do hope this does quench my moots' (and mine, ofc) dire needs of more band aus jxjebd.

Taeyong envied you.

It is the first thing he feels when the annoying rays of the sunlight wakes him. It's what he feels when he sees his roommate (and friend, that too, one of the only few ones) fumbling around with his stuff, a string of curses leaving his mouth relentlessly every other day.

He feels nothing but jealousy when the long-haired boy sneaks back in at the ass crack of dawn, sleepy and satisfied with how great the performance had been. Taeyong had been hearing him gush about just how great his friends are for the past two years. Endlessly. It would start with Johnny making himself comfortable on his bed- a smile stretching from another. Taeyong would ask him what's up-- and the story would begin. As if waiting for the question, his roommate would start, eyes glinting with unadulterated fondness.

Johnny could go on for hours rambling about it. His friends, music and of course, what brings them both together- Space Jukebox. And taeyong too, although secretly, could hear him go on about his bass and sass of a bullshit for hours.

The clock had struck 10 a while ago- Johnny was out as always, without a fail, performing gigs just like he did every weekend while taeyong, somehow, had ended up alone in the dorm. Without fail, at that.

The brunet sighs, helping himself with takeaway sushi for the third time this week.Big Bang Theory played on his laptop, watching Sheldon and his friends spiral into chaos.

But he lets his eyes stray away to the bed closest to the window. To the side Johnny inhabits. The atrociously filthy (for taeyong, at least) one with the wall it’s put up against covered with an unhealthy amount of posters in the clumsiest way possible. Despite of all the clumsiness, there is one picture that stood out to Taeyong the most. Always has. A very much worn out picture of Space Jukebox on their graduation day.

Taeyong envies you right now, even. Heck, he envied Sheldon too.

No. He wished he was Sheldon.

As socially inept and prodigal Sheldon was, at least he had friends. He had Penny, he had Leonard, and even Amy. There were people who could go on hours and and hours complaining about him, but Sheldon still had people who’d voluntarily set a few fires here and there for him as well. Just like you had Space Jukebox- a group of 7 loud, boisterous misfits who loved you to pieces.

People loved Taeyong. They admired him. There were too many people who wanted to be him or be with him, but he was the one completely alone right now.

A faint beep of the alarm clock resting on Johnny's desk breaks his small bubble of thoughts. There wasn’t even the faintest ray of hope that the boy would be back before 3, and Taeyong didn't have the energy to stay up until then for some reason. He (not so) gracefully disposed of the empty plastic container into the bin right beside his bed.

Taeyong went back to watching the episode- blankly stared at the screen, taking in the comedic visuals half heartedly, the sounds slowly started to feel like nothing more than a static sound of a broken radio to him.

Regardless, he stared a little longer.

And a little longer.

Until he just didn’t want to do it anymore.

Taeyong shut down his laptop and let his back hit the bed with a soft thud. He was too tired to think, but the thoughts came rushing in anyway. 

Lee Taeyong falls asleep on the rather uncomfortable bed of his shared dorm, envious of both you and sheldon- two (potentially just as) socially awkward people, who at least had friends to back them up.

© FLORALJAE, 2021

HEPL ME FIND A FIC!!!

hi guyss, i know people don't know me at all, i don't have any followers or what so ever as I'm always a reader here..

but please I'm BEGGING you guys to help me find a taeyong's fic. I read it around 2 years ago.. i think...? 🥴

the plot is, taeyong is in mafia or a gang and he's in a mission. then they got ambushed or something that the other members had to flee first. taeyong's got hurt while fleeing and ended up at y/n's house.

then she treated him ( if I'm not mistaken she's a nurse) and like he fall for her, she fall for him, and then there's smutty scene... 👀 then if one of the member (as far as i remember doyoung) called him and say the gang needs him and he left y/n for few days then he come back and reveal the truth to y/n..

then taeyong want to get married with her and give up his title as the leader of mafia/gang. and then i don't really remember what happened but at the end taeyong died because he drank poison that was meant for y/n.. 😢

pleasee help me find itt, i cried for DAYS after reading this.. I'm DESPERATE!!!

nct au recos

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