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vengeance. final.| lee taeyong

summary: You survived, somehow. And you were planning on getting your vengeance. You’d be taking down the company from the inside – and no one could stop you. (cont. of mafiahacker!taeyong blurb)

warnings: Cussing, violence, gun-using, it’s a mafia au, so anything that comes with that topic, probably

word count: 5.8 k

Jaehyun parked the inconspicuous car a few blocks down the street, bringing up the parking brake to stabilize the car. He looked over to Mark who sat shotgun beside him, typing away on his phone, telling Taeyong that everyone made it to the destination safely and were about to start the operation.

Jaehyun hooked his arm around Mark’s head rest, using it as leverage to look at Doyoung and you, with Chenle in the row behind you. Chenle was disguised in a butler costume, staging himself as a servant to the rival CEO. Supposedly, thanks to Doyoung’s intel, his workers switched almost daily due to being fired quickly. Chenle was in charge of keeping the working staff distracted, a perfect job for an intermediate disguise specialist.

Mark and Jaehyun were meant to be the captors, they had to kidnap the CEO in silence and then that was where you and Doyoung came in. Both of your expert negotiation skills would be used to get Oh Sehun out of captivity with as little repercussions for SM as possible. And, if you did a good enough job, you’d be promoted into the Inside, with a little help from Taeyong. His role in all this was just to report the progress of the operation to the boss-man, via security cameras.

You turned to Chenle, who had his hair slicked back with gold cuff links catching the light as he smoothed his gel-filled dirty brown hair, it was previously bleach blonde, but you reminded him that it would stick out too much. “Chenle.” You smiled, your hand reaching out to touch his forearm gently. He smiled back at you, his demeanor not nervous in the slightest.

“Yeah?” You didn’t say anything, just giving him a worried tight-lipped smile. Doyoung laughed lowly and patted your knee, sending electricity through your leg. You flinched, and pulled your leg away, ignoring the frown that graced his beautiful features. “Just...be careful? I’m really worried, be safe.” You quaked, rubbing your thumb over his arm.

He simply rolled his eyes, getting out of the car. “I will, geez, Mom.” You laughed and nodded, watching as his figure disappeared into the streets, over the hill. A shaky sigh left your lips, as Doyoung rubbed your shoulder, muttering how it would be okay. The boys in front also got out, telling you and Doyoung to hurry up.

Until the negotiation, the pair of you were really only supposed to assist the other field agents, help them keep a low profile, help them get in safely, help them get in undetected. Your time to shine would come later, but until then you were concerned with keeping Mark and Jaehyun alive and unharmed.

There was a hustle to your step as you and Doyoung trailed a little ways behind the other two agents, there was a familiar adrenaline flowing in your veins that you hadn’t felt for quite a long time. The feeling of excited nerves forcing a tingle from the tips of your toes to the split ends of your hair.

“Y/n.” Doyoung whispered, his hand flying to your ear, his warm breath brushing your ear. A shiver went down the right side of your back, the sensation feeling almost...sexual. The breathlessness of his whisper filled your mind with thoughts that you hated, mostly because you knew you didn’t feel the same way he did.

“What.” You whispered back, tilting away from him slightly, hoping to convey to him that your interest were not in him. However, his eyes were trained on the boys ahead, not on your subtle action. You looked at his figure and noticed his hand on his earpiece, a twisted expression on his face. “I think the boys and us are going to have to split. It seems Chenle ran into some trouble.” A jolt of panic ran through you, and you frowned. “Already? It’s only been fifteen minutes.”

“Well, there’s actually a party going on right now. Apparently the CEO had a last minute celebration for the marriage of his niece, or something. Chenle got swept up into catering, he’s stuck. He can’t keep the guards distracted. At least, not without disturbing the whole party and everyone getting suspicious.”

You sighed, pinching the sides of your nose. You touched your earpiece that connected itself to Mark’s. “Mark.” You whispered. You watched as his head turned backwards, looking at you strangely from his place next to Jaehyun. “What? Why are you talking through the earpiece?” He said, Jaehyun turning to look at him.

You hushed him, “There’s a party going on. You and Jaehyun are going to have to go in after Doyoung and I, because we’re splitting up. Chenle is catering right now, but Doyoung and I are going to have to draw the guards away, somehow, and then you can get the big man and then we can get Chenle and negotiate.” You heard the combined sighs of the men in front of you, and you looked at Doyoung tiredly too, no plan ever went a hundred percent perfect, though.

“Okay. We’ll fall behind you guys then. Thanks Sooyoung.” You hummed and they ended up stopping walking, only resuming when you were a while ahead of them.

“So how are we going to do this.” You asked, watching as people were filing into the main doors of the mansion messily, the bouncers not really checking their identity. You guessed they were sure that nothing bad would happen,. which made you snicker.

“We’re going to have to get semi-close to the big man’s quarters, which is where Taeyong reported that he still is at, and cause some sort of small distraction long enough to let Jaehyun and Mark slip through the doors of his room.” You nodded and felt happy that he was dressed in an all black suit, classic attire for the job, and you were wearing a mid-length black dress with a blazer on top. You decided you both looked a little too formal, as the people entering seemed a little loose. You tore off your blazer and hiked up your dress a little, messing up your hair a twinge. You then turned to a rather unsuspecting Doyoung and stopped him right outside the residence, grabbing the collars of his suit.

He let out a surprised squeak, his hand flying up to your waist. He watched as your elegant fingers undressed the top three buttons of his black dress shirt, and watched as they un-tucked his shirt a little and took off his tie. His face lit up and he internally scolded himself for letting himself get so flustered when he knew one of his closest friends was also very into you. However, he had to remind himself again that he wasn’t going to just give you up.

“We have to make sure we look the part, Doyoung.” You mentioned, turning around and beginning your way into the large house. He put his hand to his heart, feeling it pulsate beneath his fingers. He walked up with you, easily slipping past the bouncers within a crowd of people into the bumbling party filled with alcohol and expensive food. All of a sudden, you felt noise come through your transmitter.

“Sooyoung. Taeyong here. I’m contacting your through your earpiece, because I made a new plan for you and Doyoung to successfully pull this change of plans off.” You found that the call of Sooyoung made you snarl, but you understood when you realized that he was probably in a control room with other people.

“Okay, we’re listening.” You said, weaving past people with ease, a struggling Doyoung, who wasn’t much of a party person, never was, trailing a little behind. You walked a little further into the house, and felt Doyoung’s slender fingers grip your waist to not get lost.

“Okay, so I’m not happy about this, but you two need to pretend to be a couple. Get near Yang Hyun-sik’s room lead the guard’s away from the door somehow long enough to let the guys get in the room and complete their job, then you know what to do from there.” You felt Doyoung’s hand tighten, and you sighed, nodding without noise. What a detailed plan, you thought sarcastically.

“Okay, and....be careful, guys.” Those were his last words before he cut out, leaving you alone to fake being in love with someone you most definitely were not in love with, at least not the same way you were with Taeyong.

You decided how you felt last night, before the mission. You were laying in your satin sheets, the air crisp around you as you watched the moonlight from outside your window enter your room and bounce off of the glass blades of your fan into your vision. You laid there in thought, wondering about your future after your planned assassination.

You don’t know when, but at some point, your eyes had closed and you drifted off into dream land. For the first time in months, instead of a blank mind, you dreamed of a suburban future. You dreamed of two kids, twins, a girl and a boy, giggling in the arms of their dad as you walked down the stairs. Their faces were blurry from your memory, but you could describe the feeling of their small arms around your leg after they ran to you, yelling about how much they loved you. You were smiling, bending down to properly hug them. When you looked up at your approaching husband, you saw Taeyong, his face breaking out into a wide smile too.

You woke up after seeing his face, your clock reading 4:03 am. You couldn’t fall back asleep, so you stayed up, thinking about him. That was all it took for you to know who you were really in love with. A relief came over you, but it went away as you saw Doyoung that morning, his smile genuine as you walked into the offices.

It set a feeling of dread within you, because you knew that you would have to confront him at some point.

You were lost in thought, and it was Doyoung’s hand that stopped you from walking into the direct line of sight of a guard clad in the stereotypical attire from the movies. “Careful.” He whispered in your ear. You muttered an apology and looked out into the hallway sneakily. There was a guard that was walking towards you both, it seemed. His boots clicked against the expensive wood satisfyingly. However, you couldn’t revel in that simple pleasure as you turned to Doyoung, your eyes wide. He panicked like you did, however he took fast action.

His arms came up next to your head, his body leaning in closer until both of your faces were hidden from sight, but all that was perceived was a couple of young adults kissing. A disgruntled grunt left the buff guards mouth as he trailed on by, ignoring you two, like it was a common occurrence.

Doyoung’s bunny-like features invaded your personal space, his large eyes boring into yours. His plush lips were parted ever so gently, and you caught a glimpse at his large front two pearly whites.

“I believe Yang Hyun-sik’s room is on the third floor, not in Sooyoung’s eyes, Doyoung.” You stifled a laugh and pushed Doyoung out of your thinking space, walking in front of him. You heard Doyoung muffle a ‘shut up, you wish you were with her right now’, before he caught up to you, a polite smile on his face.

The both of you made your way to the top floor with caution, walking quietly and looking behind every wall, just to make sure. Every once in a while a guard would pass you both, so you’d take up a persona of a horny couple, which always worked.

“Okay, so his room is on the far left when you get to the top of the third floor. It has a really big spruce wooded door with ivory handles.” Taeyong relayed. “Ivory? What an asshole, the elephants are endangered.” You angrily talked to yourself, walking quietly up the stairs with Doyoung snickering behind you.

A minute of silence overcame the both of you as you tried to navigate your way to the destination. You heard the gentle clack of heels on the floorboard behind you. They weren’t the guards, since those sounds were heavy and demanding stomps, but these were a soft clack, just like your’s and Doyoungs, which made you think it was Mark and Jaehyun following behind you. “Doyoung, who’s behind us?” You lowly questioned, leaning in a little to him. He took out a compact, holding it low under his waist, angling it to see who was behind you both.

“It’s just Mark and Jaehyun, they are really behind us though. We’ve got to make the distraction long, I believe.” You sighed in annoyance, “So what’s our distraction going to be?” His slender fingers slid between your arm and torso, sitting comfortably on your clothed waist.

You both were about to turn the corner of the hallway to the room, where two guards stood, stoic and apathetic. You stopped to talk about the plan, but Doyoung’s hand propelled you forwards, your body turning the corner and slamming against the wall -- right in front of the guards who immediately took notice of you.

As you spun involuntarily, you caught a glance of Jaehyun and Mark who seemed to be going the long way around to the room -- confusing you a little. “Doyoung, what --” Were the only words you could get out before you felt a pair of thin and moist lips take over yours.

A gasp of shock left your moth, and your hands went up to his chest to push him off of you, but he stood still, his arms caging you in against the wall, out of the corner of your panicking eyes you saw the guards look at each other, wondering what to do.

Doyoung’s tongue darted in your mouth to dance with your own, his saliva mixing with yours in what would be a delicious cocktail, but your feelings for Taeyong made the taste bitter. “What the hell are you doing? Doyoung! What the fuck --” You heard Taeyong hissing in your ear to you and the man trapping you, and the crack in his voice cracked your own heart in the worst way.

You forcefully pushed him away with all the strength you could muster, a string of saliva as evidence left behind of your shame. “Doyoung!” You yelled, wiping your mouth profusely, while he simply stood in front of you, his chest heaving. The guards were now in beside you both, their hands outstretched to grab you. You swatted them away, instead slapping Doyoung, furious. “Why the hell did you kiss me, you fucking asshole! Can’t you tell?” You screeched, your emotions getting the best of you, he held no emotion in his eyes as he lifted his hand to touch the red mark on his cheek. The guards halted for a moment, before one of them came behind you to grab you more effectively.

But you wiggled your way out of their not so tight grasp, and grabbed the collar of Doyoung’s unbuttoned top, it starting to wrinkle in your tight and hateful grasp. “Can’t you tell I don’t love you? I’m sorry but you should be able to tell that I’m in love with Taeyong --” The guard cut you off again, grabbing your wrists, repeatedly telling you to stop fighting and please return to the party downstairs while the other guard grabbed Doyoung, who’s head was hung low. You saw a very quick Mark and Jaehyun slip by via the skin of their teeth, and you realized that it was his plan. A lover’s quarrel. A feeling of disbelief came over you.

Despite the revelation that it was a clever plan, you couldn’t help but see the pain in Doyoung’s eyes, as he muttered how he was sorry and struggled against the much stronger guard behind him. Did he know you didn’t love him? Did he think you loved him instead of Taeyong? You had a strange feeling that it was more than a plan -- maybe that he hoped something would come from him kissing you, like you’d fall for him, but eventually you stopped your heaving breaths, and put those thoughts away for another time.

“Okay, okay, we won’t fight.” You protested, hoping it would work. But the guard shook his head, saying how he’d have to take you both down for interrogation. You were about to give up and deal with the consequences -- but a loud PANG sounded throughout he hallway, and two behemoth's of guards fell down to their knees, standing behind them a cheerful and smiling Chenle, who conveniently had two large catering pans in his hands.

“You guys okay?” He asked, as he began to drag the knocked out guards into a side closet. With relief laced in your voice, you said yes, your shoulders slumping. “Good. Oh, by the way that was so cool when you two kissed to get the guards distracted! Right, Taeyong?” Chenle said, directing the question to the giddy operator. “Yeah, I guess.” Taeyong answered, happy that you were in love with him, but very unhappy that Doyoung made out with you.

“Guys! In here! He’s tied down!” Jaehyun called out, his head poking out od the heavy door. You nodded and hurried in, ready to do your piece. Doyoung followed behind slowly, like the steam of his energy was all used up.

You sat in your office, reading through an e-mail from the CEO thanking you for your hard work, though it was sent out to all the agents involved, so you didn’t feel particularly special. You sighed, sitting back in your chair as your twirled your lucky pen in your hand. You figured that Taeyong would tell you when he successfully got you into the inside. Until then, you were left to your normal job.

Despite the success of the mission, gaining back an important officer Oh Sehun, and only having to trade one million dollars, no one complimented anything about your mission other than maybe a pat on the back from the man himself, Oh Sehun. You had to remind yourself that missions like these weren’t special, common even. So completing one wasn’t as big as an achievement that you were hoping for.

You closed your eyes, giving yourself a break for a minute. But the doors opened softly, making you tense up. If it was Taeyong, you hadn’t talked to him since you basically screamed out how you were in love with him in Doyoung’s ear. But when you opened your yes, a shy and bashful Doyoung appeared. You hummed in surprise, sitting up.

“What’s up?” You asked cautiously, wondering about his intentions. You noticed how he shook as he pulled out a seat and sat in front of you, his hands nervously gripping what looked like anew pen. “Um, I just wanted to talk to you about the kiss.” He said, unsure.

You nodded and gave him a tight-lipped expression. “You only kissed me to carry out your plan, though. So it doesn’t matter. I over-reacted.”

He shook his head. “No, I kissed you because I anted to. I man, I thought we could pass as a couple actually making out, but you pushed me away and started yelling but, I figured that could work too. A lover’s quarrel.”

Silence sat between you both, daring one of you to make the first move. “O-Oh, well. You know now that I’m in love with Taeyong, right? It’s not that you’re not a great man, Doyoung,it’s just that I --”

“Y/n. I know. It’s okay. You both have something special. I had always liked you, but I didn’t pursue you because Taeyong was so obviously interested in you. But when you came back as someone else, I felt the same attraction. And I could tell Taeyong was interested in you again, but I wasn’t willing to back down this time. I wanted to have you. After I found out who you were, I only wanted you more, thinking that you may love me instead of Taeyong this time. But,” He trailed off, his voice becoming small. “I can see that that’s not the case.” You cringed. “I’m sorry.” You whispered.

“It’s okay. I’m sorry. I was selfish. I...accept that you’re in love with him. I just wanted to talk to make sure things were okay between us. Your friendship is too important to me to let it go to waste just because we...made out.”

You smiled gratefully, standing up and moving to Doyoung. He stood up too, his arms open. You let yourself fall into his friendly embrace, healing the wound you both had slowly but surely. It felt like a band aid. Things were going to be okay for now.��

“It’s not that you’re not a great man, Doyoung, it’s just that I --”

“Y/N. I know. It’s okay --” A big hand cut off the microphone, his brows furrowed in wonder. “I guess that’s why Taeyong wanted Sooyoung in the Inside so badly. It was Y/n. How interesting.” Sooman muttered to himself, an amused smirk resting on his face.

He gestured his fingers, his assistant coming to his side automatically, like a robot. “Yes sir?” A young girl asked, her body stiff. “Call a meeting for the entirety of the NCT division. Seems that we’ve got a traitor.” The young girl smiled and nodded, leaving the room with quick steps.

The CEO stood up from his seat, looking out the window of the enterprise. He laughed, glad that he called Doyoung in for a debrief of how the mission went. “Glad I gave him the rigged pen, poor boy. Turning in the girl he loves without even knowing.” Sooman’s voice was happy though, amused. Almost like he had no heart.

“Well, Y/N. I may not have gotten you last time, but I hope you enjoy you death to the fullest extent, this time.” Sooman said as he opened his drawer and pulled out a 9mm pistol.

You walked into the meeting room casually, your hair neat and your clothes prim and proper. You’ve been slipping up a lot lately, smiling and laughing, but you knew that you’d have to get back into the groove of being cold and stoic. Even thought you walked into the room with little to no nerves, that didn’t mean you weren't confused when you walked in and every members was there, sitting down, just as confused as you.

You quirked a brow and sat down at the only open seat, right at the end of the table.You guessed that the President would be introducing a new mission so he’d be standing, so you sat down, looking down the table that was lined with the members.

The CEO walks in not long after, the minimal noise in the room deteriorating into nothingness. He simply walks in with his hands behind his back, no suitcase, no case files, ominously walking to behind where you sat. There was a bad feeling settling in your stomach, mixing with the the bile in a disgusting solution.

He commanded the attention of the room, his eyes trailing over every single one of the members as he opened his mouth. “There is a traitor among us.” Were the only words needed for everyone to look at everyone with wide eyes, whispering. When he said this, you closed your eyes in annoyance. Dammit. Were your only thoughts.

He then walked to Doyoung, and pulled a pen out of the pocket in his suit, and clicked it three times. Doyoung sat confused, not really understanding what was going on. But as soon as the pen started making noise, he paled. “ Y/n. It’s okay --” Was all that needed to play for everyone in the room to understand the situation.

“I knew that pen looked new.” You laughed, shaking your head. Doyoung’s eyes widened, “I didn’t know -- I really didn’t know, I swear --” You shook your hand, brushing him off. “It’s fine.”

“Sooyoung -- I mean, Y/n? You’re Y/n?” A trembling voice asked, belonging to a shocked Chenle. Mark sat next to him, seeming to have trouble making sense of the situation too. You nodded, watching out of the corner of your eye as the CEO went to his place behind you.

“Yes. I’ve been going under the alias of Kim Sooyoung, but I am L/n Y/n. I have slipped up a few times, I’m surprised that no one has really figured it out, well.” You looked at a sweating Taeyong and Doyoung, smiling. “A couple people have, I guess.”

“Such a shame. Such a good disguise for such a dead girl.” A menacing voice mused behind you, making you roll your eyes.

“What are you back here for, huh?” He asked, you could feel his body heat directly behind you. It penetrated you and instilled a deep fear into your being, but you ignored it for now.

“What do you think, old man? Is the greed in your brain clogging up your thinking process? I’m here for vengeance.” You sassed, not looking at the worried faces around you.

“Too bad. That won’t happen.” He added, and you felt the cold metal of a gun resting against the back of your head. “But think of it like this, at least you’ll die this time.” He laughed, his breath rotten like his heart.

You stand up, you hands in surrender, your forehead now pressed against the barrel of the gun. Finally, Taeyong hops into action. “Mr. Sooman, please --”

“Shut up and sit down unless you want her blood to be splattered all over you right this second.” Taeyong sat down, gripping the inside of his leg. He couldn’t let you go again. Not after he lost you the first time. He loved you. You loved him. He couldn’t wimp out. Not again.

He slipped his phone out of his pocket, and dialed a number he never would dial in any other situation. He lucked out when the CEO wasn’t paying any attention to him or his whispers, only on your figure.

“Kill me. I dare you.” You sneered, a sudden calm settling in your veins instead of panic.

His blood turned cold at the tone of your voice. but he smirked. “I will.”

You quirk a brow, amused at his shaking confident answer. “Oh really?” But before he can ask what you mean, you jump into action, swinging your leg between his legs. He cusses, dropping the gun, and you waste no time in grabbing his head and sending your knee into his face.

The room erupts into chaos as several body guards come rushing in the doors, ready to take yo down. However, the members jump into action themselves, surprising you. They deal with the guards who were armed with their bare fists, and you remind yourself of the panting man behind you.

He gets up quickly, ramming his bigger body into yours, your back smacking into the meeting table. You hiss at the pain, but notice his fast traveling fists, and dodge them in time.

You use your hands to wrap them around your neck, squeezing only just hard enough to debilitate him. But his fist comes down one last time, clocking you clean on your jaw. A scream of pain comes out of you, but you manage to fight through it.

You swing your legs up, tumbling onto the table, away from your attacker. As you swing up, you use your legs to hit him again, sending him back as he holds his jaw in pain.

You stood on the table, ready to get back at him, but a delicate hand grabs you. You whip your head back, and see Taeyong with a smile on his face. Wordlessly, he hands you a gun. You smirk, and leaned in to give him a quick peck on the lips, taking the gun and ignoring his shocked face.

The other boys ended up taking care of the guards, a few of them grabbing the CEO and restraining him as the rest watched on, breathing heavy and sweating.

You stepped off the table with the help of Doyoung, and you walked towards what looked like a shaking wet dog. His face was bloodied and bruised, and it made you smile. You wondered for a brief second if that made you sadistic.

“Oh well.” You thought, taking the gun in your head and cocking it before pressing it to the soft skin of the forehead of your target. “P-Please....” He stuttered, on his knees with his arms being held by an apathetic Jaehyun.

He looked frantically to the boys, hoping for anyone to help him, but their faces showed no emotion towards him, memories of everything he had ever done to them flooding their minds. From over working to killing those they didn’t want to, all the way to having to suffer in ways unexplained. There was a sick feeling of happiness hanging in the air above the room at the sight of a gun pointed at his head.

“I’ll do anything -- really.” He whispered pleadingly, looking at you with pathetic eyes. You tilted your head to the side cutely. “Really? Then rot in hell for me.” You coldly stated, putting pressure on the trigger of the gun. But the quiet and growing stampede of boots on hard marble floors made way to your ears, and you hardened your eyes.

“After you rot in jail, of course.”

And with that, you lowered the gun and handed it to Taeyong, who was telling the people to back up. The door opened forcefully, armed police officers flooding in. The NCT members backed up as the people in badges took a screaming CEO out of the room, cuffed. A few officers cuffed the passed out guards, and a few interrogated the members on the CEO’s ‘fraud’.

“Fraud, huh?” You smiled, walking up next to Taeyong. He turned his head to you, a smirk on his face. “Well, I mean, it’s true.” You nodded, impressed. You look around the room as it cleared out, the members the only people left.

To your surprise, they sit down back in their seats, even Taeyong. They look at your expectantly, making you question them. “What?” You deadpan, and they couldn’t help but laugh. A relaxed Mark answers, “Well, what now, Mrs. CEO?”

You pale and felt your blood running cold, looking down at a laughing Taeyong who merely shrugged at your begging glance.

Shit.

Another day went by busily, you were sat at your desk that overlooked the city. The view was much more liberating than the dark and dingy ambiance of your previous office. You leaned back in your designer chair, you legs crossed in an equally expensive bright yellow pantsuit that was encrusted with Swarovski diamonds on the seams. You sipped at your hot coffee slowly, enjoying the steam that went up your nose. The sky was decorated in hues of dark red, a romantic feeling settling in the air as the red streamed through the window.

“Tired, baby?” A sweet voice entered your senses, and you turned around with rejoice. “A little. It was a good day, though.” You mused, putting your drink down to stand up, your Louboutin’s making no noise on the white fluffy carpet beneath you feet.

“Everyday is a good day when you’re in charge, baby.” Taeyong whispers, his body coming closer to yours. You sat on your desk with your legs not touching the floor below. He came up to you, his arms trapping you delightfully in his warm embrace.

“Mhmhmm, everyday is a good day when I’m in charge, is it?” You pondered aloud, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him closer. His forehead rested on yours and his nose brushed against yours lightly, but you could only really feel his breath on your lips.

“Yeah, baby. All the members are happier, the company is making a lot more money and everyone is getting paid more, and,” He paused, his eyes staring straight into yours. “I get to kiss you everyday.” He finished, his eyes closing and lips brushing yours gently at first, but adding pressure as time went on.

A sweet sound left your throat, making Taeyong move his hands from caging you to your neck and back of your head, pushing you into him. You opened your mouth to give him access to your tongue, and he gladly took it, his tongue gliding against yours in a way that lit a fire in your stomach.

He parted suddenly, his breath heavy and minty. You whined, looking at his eyes, but they were trained at the door. You turned around and saw a disgusted Doyoung. “Guys, really?” He complained, walking into the room and dropping off a stack of completed negotiations. “At least lock the damn door.” He muttered, walking out of the room and slamming the door behind him.

You giggled and stood up from Taeyong, taking the stack of paper and starting to file it away. Taeyong sighed and took the paper form your hands and setting it on the dark stained wooden desk.

He sat and sank into your chair, man-spreading his legs, something you always complained about, his arms resting behind his head. “Hm, I don’t know about you, there’s only one thing I would change about all of this.” You let out a hum of question, walking towards Taeyong and sitting in his lap.

He wrapped his arms around your waist and buried his head in your head, sighing. His breath warmed your heart. “The only thing I want to change is...I want you to be my wife.”

He said it so easily, but it made your heart stutter and you mind blanked. You’re pretty sure that you even stopped breathing when he said that. But you composed yourself and looked at him with a red face.

“Well I’ll be waiting for your proposal, then.” He laughed and nodded, his smile seeming to innocent and happy you almost forgot that you were both important members of an international mafia.

“Well, that may be coming sooner than you think.” He chimed, chuckling at the way your face blossomed into shades of red. He squished your face and gave a quick peck on your now fish-like lips.

“I’m so happy that we met again. I love you more than you could ever know. I’ll never let you go.” And you smiled, closing your eyes and letting your head fall on his. Your hands made their way to his nape, playing with the hair gently, tugging on it every once in a while.

“I’ll never let you let go of me. It’ll be a long ride.” He nodded, the movement moving your head that was resting on his.

“I’m buckled in, baby.”

"They won’t tell you fairy tales of how girls can be dangerous and still win. They will only tell you stories where girls are sweet and kind and reject all sin. I guess to them, it’s a terrifying thought, a red riding hood who knew exactly what she was doing when she invited the wild in.”

-Nikita Gill, Girls of The Wild

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