#taeyong angst
ways to say i love you - lee taeyong
genre; fluff & some slight angst at some parts
pairing; reader x taeyong
mini blurbs
lets get it! (lower case intended)
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-“hey baby, did you sleep well last night? i’m sorry i can’t be home.” taeyong asked you over the phone as he couldn’t be home for a couple of days due to the hectic schedules. you couldn’t help but smile to yourself because he remembered you expressing difficulty in sleeping without him. he called you before you fell asleep in hopes it would allow you to sleep well with him. “yeah i slept well, thank you for calling me.”
- you were numb. you had recieved the shocking news of your brothers death. while you two weren’t the closest you had always admired his perseverance and his passion. you couldn’t feel, no one could comfort you. everyone had offered their condolences but no one had really been there you know? the one person who was always there was as away and dubai. or so you thought as his warmth wraped at you. “what are you doing here?” you asked with more tears brimming your ears as you looked up at him. “i would never leave you alone during a time like this.”
- you were exaughsted school was tiring especially with exams coming up you were more than worried for you grade. you spent almost every moment that wasnt at school studying. “why dont you take a break and come eat with me.” taeyong wrapped his arms around you whispering in you ear. “I really need to finish these notes, im not hungry.” you say shortly returning back to book. the red haired boy sighed leaving the room only to come back shortly with two plates of food. “if you wont come eat out there, i guess we’ll just have to eat in here.”
- it was almost midnight and you were kinda tired but it didn’t matter when taeyong intertwined his fingers with yours. “i’m really grateful for the times like these we get to have together.” you couldnt help the blush that creeped up on your face as you heard his words. “me too, babe.”
- you and taeyong had gotten into an argument and you decided it would be best for both of you if he had stayed in the dorms for a couple of nights. apparently, taeyong didn’t have the same idea. you were frustrated with all of the things he had said in rage during your argument and you wanted to do nothing more than sulk and ignore him. that was until he came home anyway even after you agreed to give each other space. you ate dinner in awakward silence feeling agitated with the red haired boy in front of you looking so cute. you just wanted to hug and kiss him but at the same time you just wanted to pretend he didn’t exist. your thought process was interrupted with taeyong clearing his throat. “my love, please lets just clear everything up. you’re my everything and i dont want to lose you because of a petty argument after a bad day.”
- you were finally on break from school! unfortunately this break didn’t sync with taeyongs break but you still looked foward to sleeping in. you woke up to feeling warmth around you and you turned around confused as to why taeyong was in bed next to you staring at you. “what are you doing here? it’s almost noon?” “I took a couple of days off so we could spend some time together during your break. but if they ask im really sick.” he chuckled.
- you were awoken by a text.
taeyong
hey i made breakfast, make sure you eat it all. have a good day see you tonight.
you couldn’t help but smile and jump out of bed.
Three Favors - Part 2
Lee Taeyong Con Artist AU
Warnings : Swearing, Angst-ish
[Part One]
A few days later, Taeyong showed up at my apartment with a red, slim fitting satin dress with a slit up one leg. He had returned all of my stuff the day before in exchange for details of the museums security system. There was no way for me to back out now.
“What’s this for?” I asked, holding up the dress.
“That, my dear, is for the auction we will being attending together. We go to the auction and pretend to be bidders, the power goes out, the paintings go missing, and so do we.”
“What exactly are you planning on taking?” I asked, surely he had to be thinking of taking the most expensive ones.
“Don’t worry about that, Princess. For now, just worry about getting ready for the auction.”
I did as Taeyong said and went to my room to put on the dress, along with some black heels and jewelry, then did my hair and makeup. I guess it’s important to look like we were serious bidders which meant we had to get dressed up and look rich. Although I’m sure if Taeyong does this often, he actually is rich.
I returned to the living room and Taeyong was now wearing a black suit with a red tie and handkerchief to match my dress.
“You look nice.” I said from behind him. He stopped adjusting his tie when he heard my voice and looked up. He turned around and walked over to me, his hands immediately resting on my waist.
“You look,” He looked me up and down and smirked, like he always does. “hot.”
I scoffed at him and removed his hands from my waist. “Hands off, we’re here to ‘work’ as you call it, not make googly eyes and drool over one another.”
“Good point.” Taeyong cleared his throat. “We should get going.”
We left my apartment and Taeyong drove us to the auction house. Surprisingly, he had a really nice car, a black Camaro. We walked around and talked with other buyers inside, acting as if we were normal, Taeyong getting a little too handsy at times and then saying it’s because 'we have to look like a couple.’ I knew that wasn’t true, nobody here cared if we were together.
Honestly most people didn’t even notice me, they were too busy looking at Taeyong or the paintings, some people would argue they’re both art. Soon enough, the lights flickered and the power went out. That meant Taeyong had exactly 4 minutes and 36 seconds to take whatever paintings and get out.
He grabbed ahold of my face with both hands and leaned in close, so close I could feel his breathe on my eyelashes.
“Now’s our chance, Princess. Meet me by the car in three minutes.”
Taeyong quickly let go and disappeared once again. I made my way through the crowd and towards the staff exit. Taeyongs car was parked in the same spot mine was the day he approached me, because as I had told him, it was the only part of the building the cameras could not see. The few minutes waiting for him felt like hours, but eventually he came out the same door I did, carrying three canister tubes of what I assumed held the paintings he stole.
“Let’s go.” He said, a smile lit up his face. This was the first time I had actually seen him smile, not smirk, since we met. It almost made me feel guilty for what I was about to do to him.
I got into the passenger side of the car as he got in the driver’s side and started the engine. He sped off down the road toward a safe house he said the cops wouldn’t be able to find.
When we got there, we quickly made our way inside. It was a condo, way nicer than the apartment I was living in. Taeyong hid the paintings in a safe in the bedroom, not even bothering to hide the code from me. I was standing near the bed when he came over and stood in front of me. His hands found their way to my waist and he pulled me closer to him.
“Fun, wasn’t it?” He asked, his voice low, almost a whisper.
I nodded, placing my hands against his chest and lightly pushing him backwards onto the bed, crawling on top of him and straddling his waist. For some reason, there was already a pair of handcuffs sitting on the bedside table. I grabbed them and swung them over a metal bar on the headboard, and then locked both of Taeyongs wrists in them. He just looked up at his hands and then back at me and smirked.
“I didn’t take you as the kinky type, Princess.”
I smiled innocently at him before gently placing a kiss against his lips and down his jawline, whispering in his ear. “Tell me about the three favors.”
He chuckled slightly underneath me. “They revolved around you.”
“Go on.” I said curiously and continued to pepper kisses down his neck.
“The first favor was from your building manager. I blackmailed him into giving me all your information and letting me in the building He never gave me your name though, but that’s okay, ‘Princess’ works for me. The second was from a rookie cop who I blackmailed into 'misplacing’ your police report so it wouldn’t be investigated. And the third favor of course was from you, robbing the museum. The first two favors were just to ensure you agreed to help me. It was all so you would help me.”
I sat up to look at Taeyong. “Why me?”
“Because I’ve seen you around, I thought you might make a good partner in crime.”
I leaned back in close to him, hovering my lips lightly above his. “Oh yeah? A shame isn’t it.”
“A shame? Why?” There was a slight hint of panic in his voice but he was in too much of a trance to react. I got up and stood beside the bed. “You let your guard down Taeyong.” I said, pulling the burner phone out of the strap around my thigh and ending the recording.
“Fuck.” Taeyong mumbled, probaby thinking I was going to rat him out to the cops.
I walked over to the safe and started to put in the code. “Maybe the reason I seemed like I could be a good partner in crime is because I’m already a criminal.”
I grabbed all the paintings and closed the safe, making sure to wipe my fingerprints.
“This is what I get for mixing feelings with work.” Taeyong laughed ironically.
I walked back to him and leaned in close. “We both did, Taeyong. The only difference is that I didn’t let that distract me.” I reached into his pocket and pulled out his car keys. “Thanks.” I smirked.
“So what, You’re just gonna take the paintings and leave me here?” He asked, now yanking at his wrists in the handcuffs.
“Oh, of course not, the police are already on their way. They’ll find you here, along with this recording of you confessing.” I said, placing the phone on a table too far for him to reach.
“Good luck, Taeyong. You’ll need it.”
Three Favors - Part 1
Lee Taeyong Con Artist AU
Warnings: Swearing, Angst-ish
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I thought my day couldn’t get any worse, I was wrong. First, I got fired from one of my jobs for being “too mouthy”, but luckily I still have my other job at the museum. Then someone was knocking on my door right as I was about to eat. I groaned and made my way to the door. When I opened it, there was two cops stood there, one with red hair and the other with back hair, the latter being quite a bit taller.
“Hi ma’am, I’m Officer Lee and this is my partner Officer Seo. We’ve had reports of drug paraphernalia in the building, we’re going to need to search your apartment.”
I rolled my eyes at the officer. Why would I have drugs?
“Yeah, well. Not unless you have a warr-” I stopped mid sentence when the red haired cop, Officer Lee, shoved a warrant in my direction. The two of them pushed passed me into my apartment.
“Okay well, I’m not staying for this, I’ll be at the cafe down the street.” I grabbed my purse and keys before they could stop me from leaving, let’s just hope they aren’t crooked cops.
Something about this situation seemed odd, but to say I wasn’t surprised would be an understatement. I sort of expected something like this to happen soon, my apartment building wasn’t exactly the best. We had our fair share of drug dealers, crackheads, and drunks living in the building. The only thing even remotely surprising was how attractive that asshole cop Officer Lee was.
I went to the cafe and after a while of waiting for them to search my apartment, I went back. On the way out of the elevator, I passed by Officer Lee. For a quick second it seem almost as if he winked at me as he was getting in the elevator, and there was definitely a smirk on his face.
I brushed it off and continued to my apartment. When I opened the door, I dropped my purse and went still. “Are you fucking kidding me?”
I should have known something was up, it seemed odd but I didn’t think anything of it. Most of my things were gone, everything that could be sold. I quickly turned around and ran in the direction of the elevator. It was gone and so was the guy who just robbed me. I pulled my phone from my pocket and called the actual police.
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The next day, after filing a police report of everything I could think of that was stolen, I had to push myself to go to work. I was still angry with myself for letting that happen, but I had to put on a happy face and give educational tours, working as a docent in a museum meant I had to be friendly. Thankfully, I got through my entire shift without snapping on anyone. I changed out of my work clothes into a more casual outfit and walked to my car around the back of the building. It was dark and the ally was slightly creepy but it was something I had gotten used to. Something I had not, however, was the red haired thief leaned up against my car with a cocky smirk on his face. I stopped a few feet away from him, my blood boiled and I probably looked like I was about to murder him.
“What’s wrong, Princess? You’re not still upset are you?” He chuckled.
“Are you kidding me? You robbed me! Of course I’m upset!” I yelled and pulled my phone out of my pocket, ready to call the police.
Before I could dial, he reached out and grabbed my wrists, stopping me from moving at all. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”
He was suddenly a lot closer, his face only inches from mine. I was so frustrated that I just wanted to cry, but I didn’t.
“What do you want?” I asked, keeping up the charade of bravery.
“Come on, we’re both going to get into your car, and I’ll propose a deal, a trade if you will.”
I sighed, there was no way for me to get out of this, I was just going to have to do what he said.
“Fine.”
He pulled my car keys from my hands, a smirk still on his lips, and unlocked it. He opened the driver side door for me to get in and I did. He went around to the passenger side and shut the door behind him.
“Now, you have two options. Either you take the deal I offer you, or you mysteriously disappear and no one ever finds out what happened to you. Do you understand?”
I nodded my head yes. “What’s the deal?”
“I assume you’re smart enough to have figured out by now that I’m a con artist. I play a specific game, a game of favors, three favors to be exact. In this particular con, you do me the last favor.”
“Okay… what’s the favor I have to do for you?”
“You’re gonna help me rob the museum.”
“I’m what!? I will not help you do that, I would rather disappear than go to jail!”
This guy had to be insane if he thought I would help him.
“There’s something in it for you, Princess.” He chuckled, a low and attractive rumble in his throat.
Maybe I was the insane one if I was thinking about him being attractive when he has me in this situation.
“What could possibly be in it for me that would make me even consider doing this?”
“You’ll get all your stuff back, and a guarantee that we won’t get caught.”
I sat silent for a minute, thinking over my options. There was really no way for me to get out of this safely without helping him.
“So, what’s your answer?” He raised his eyebrow in question, a single notch through the end of it. Although he was sitting here manipulating me into breaking the law, I had to admit he was very attractive. He had a sharp jawline and dark, alluring eyes, the kind of face that could get you to do anything he wanted.
“Fine. I’ll do it.” I sighed.
“Good choice, I’ll let you know how it’s gonna happen, you just have to do what I tell you and you’ll be safe.” He turned and started to get out of the car when I grabbed his wrist and pulled him back
“Wait!”
He looked down at my hand wrapped around his wrist and smirked.
I rolled my eyes at him and continued. “You never told me your name.”
“Taeyong.”
“Okay, my name is-.” He cut me off before I could tell him.
“As far as I’m concerned, your name is Princess.” He winked and left the car, disappearing into the ally.
[Part Two]
dotae’s entire relationship is a high school enemies to lovers bl anime, i’m just saying
i had to do it to ‘em
pretty boy // lee taeyong // kim doyoung
fluff, high school au, lee taeyong x kim doyoung
wc: 1180
cw: language
Taeyong hates avoiding people.
Mostly because he’s bad at it, not because there’s any guilt involved with deceiving people for his own convenience. There’s a whole multitude of people he wishes he could wipe off the face of the earth, or more realistically, avoid on a daily basis—namely his neighbour’s twelve-year-old emo son, the annoying bitch at Starbucks who always misspells his name, and Mrs. Kwak, who took five marks off of his last exam for ‘bad penmanship.’ And there’s one other person who occasionally makes the list, but he’s a special case; we’ll get to that in a second.
Taeyong’s bad at, well, being bad. That’s not to say he’s a stickler for rules, and god forbid he turns into a teacher’s pet when there are already so many around him. Frankly, he doesn’t care about the rules. And he’s been in the dean’s office enough times to know exactly how many warts she has on her face (5, as of recently). Taeyong’s one, very critical issue with being a rule-breaker is his lack of typical bad boy charisma. Hell, with a pretty face and large brown eyes that can make any girl swoon, he can’t just walk into class with his tie undone and expect to get away with it. It’s rather concerning: just how many people he’s tricked into thinking he’s the student body president, when he hasn’t spoken a single word to any of them.
It extends to beyond just school—which brings us back, full circle, to the certain somebody he’s been avoiding like the plague.
About a half hour after the final bell, he’s on his way home, just about to safely pass the music room. Avoiding him is comparable to sneaking around a boss in a video game, or walking behind a random NPC so you don’t waste three full minutes in a meaningless cutscene. He knows he’s bad at it: all skittish and nervous, like a horse ready to bolt at the first sign of danger. He keeps his head down and darts past the few students left in the hallway, simply praying the person in question is already in the music room, not waiting around to cut him off.
And even if he sees him, maybe he won’t recognize him immediately… right? It’s the middle of winter, so he’s got a beanie covering his hair and a scarf wrapped around his neck. It all fogs up his glasses when he breathes, but it’s probably for the better. One more thing to obstruct his face from view.
“Lee Taeyong.”
Well,fuck.
He stops dead in his tracks, knowing full well: he’s been caught.
There’s no sneaking around the final boss—the final boss being Kim Doyoung. President of the music council, resident master of ceremonies, teacher’s pet extraordinaire, and above all, the bane of Taeyong’s love life. The bane, or maybe the saviour, it’s really a matter of perspective. If Doyoung wasn’t so insufferable and dead set on making Taeyong’s life hell (affectionately, he hopes), he would’ve been Taeyong’s first proper love interest after his two-month fling with Nakamoto Yuta in sophomore year.
Doyoung’s pretty, Taeyong cannot deny it. He’s just a little taller than Taeyong, all long-limbed but still elegant, with jet hair and deep brown eyes. There’s something soft and innocent about his appearance—his hair’s always neatly combed and he’s always in a proper, pristine uniform—but Taeyong knows he hides rebellion beneath his usual appearance. Venture out into the woods after school, and you’ll find him with a select group of students, doing god-knows-what (though it usually ends with a bong and a verylate night). Doyoung likes to follow the rules at school, but will be the first to break them the moment he’s off school property.
“Hi,” Taeyong mumbles, unconsciously shuffling backwards when Doyoung approaches.
“Hi,” Doyoung drawls mockingly, visibly pleased by his catch; a week-long game of cat and mouse, hide and seek, and he finally has Taeyong where he wants him. “It’s been awhile since I last saw you, Yongie. Where have you been? Were you sick?”
“No,” Taeyong grunts. “Actually, I’m gonna miss my bus if I don’t get going, so maybe we can catch up a little later?”
Doyoung seems unimpressed by the choice of lie. There were definitely much better choices Taeyong could’ve gone for. Homework, midterms, his mom berating him all the time… he could’ve said his cat got chlamydia and died, and Doyoung would’ve at least fake-simpered over it for a moment before continuing with his torment. “The 189 bus doesn’t leave until five, Yongie. That’s in an hour.”
“Well, you’ve got band,” Taeyong says, nodding at the instrument case dangling from Doyoung’s hands. “I think you’re gonna be late.”
Doyoung hesitates, as if seriously considering it. After all, he hasn’t missed a single practice—as the principal flutist of the school orchestra and president of the music council, he can’t afford to. Taeyong doesn’t doubt the conductor relies on his expertiseandexperienceto lead practices, because even the subject teachers turn to his insufferable ass for help sometimes; he hopes mentioning it is enough to get Doyoung off of his case. Just for a day. One day, so he can figure out what the hell he’s going to do from here.
But to his dismay, Doyoung promptly drops his flute case in Taeyong’s hands and tilts his head curiously. “Hm.”
Taeyong fumbles with the instrument, and Doyoung glares at him. “That little hunk of metal is worth two grand and my entire college scholarship. Don’t drop it, pretty boy.”
Pretty boy. Taeyong hates it, but he still reacts viscerally.
“You know what I think?” Doyoung asks, taking a slight step forward so Taeyong can practically smell the cologne lingering on his uniform jacket. Something simple, but expensive, Taeyong thinks, and catches himself leaning toward the smell. God, he really is down horrendous for this boy.
Doyoung grins. “I think you’ve been avoiding me, pretty boy.”
“I don’t avoid people,” Taeyong says with a shake of his head. “I’m bad at it.”
“Evidently,” Doyoung agrees, then reaches up to pull the hat off of Taeyong’s head. “So maybe you should stop doing it, hm? Stop taking your lunch outside and come sit with me. Stop running off right after class.” A breathless laugh. “Did you really think I wouldn’t notice?”
Taeyong lets out a quiet exhale, once again fogging up the circular lenses of his glasses. Before he can even register what’s happening, Doyoung’s pulling them off of him, leaning in close to get a better look at him. He’s mere inches away, and Taeyong doesn’t know if he wants to slap him or kiss him. Probably the latter, but he doesn’t have the time or balls for that. Dammit, he’s not a coward, he should just do it, put a stop to the endless games and take charge—but by the time that thought crosses his mind, Doyoung’s already taken his instrument back and gone on his way.
“See you around, pretty boy.”
Taeyong puts his glasses and hat back on, walking away in utter shame.
