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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.
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“(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.
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“(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?”
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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.
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“(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.
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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.
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“(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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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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