A/N: Oml I know there’s like a million of these but they seem so fun and cute and I wanted to try it!

• Lots of hugs
• You being annoyed every time he starts cleaning the house when it’s already perfectly clean
• Tickle fights
• Lots of pouting
• You begging him to do aegyo
• “Can I get a kiss?”
• “No, I didn’t see you brush your teeth today”
• You being jealous of Ten because he spends more time with your boyfriend then you
• Having to force him to go to bed at night cause he’s a workaholic
• Holding hands while watching a movie at night
• Late night snaks
• Lots of back hugs
• “OPEN YOUR EYES!”
• “SHUT UP AND LET ME SLEEP!”
• Lots of lip biting 
• Passionet Sex
• Sometimes rough
• Long sweet kisses
• Him getting jealous easily 
• You teasing him about it, and assuring him that he’s the only one you love
• Cheek kisses
• Lip biting
• LOTS AND LOTS OF LIP BITING
• Lots of teasing
• Like literally, he’ll be up on stage dancing to The 7Th sense and he’ll be throwing winks and body rolling like there’s no tomorrow
• Little shit
• Loves it when you cuddle to his chest
• Having to comfort him when he feels sad or stressed
• Amazing with his tongue(Just saying)
• Getting mad when you don’t wash the dishes when it’s your turn
• “GET YOUR PURKY ASS IN THE KITCHEN RIGHT NOW!”
• “UGHH”
• Falling asleep on the couch together
• You buying him a new sent of febreeze for his Birthday

Short story:

“Y/N!” You heard Taeyong yell from upstairs, quickly getting up from the comfortable couch you were sitting  and walking to the front of the stairs with a worried look on your face, thinking something bad happened.

Taeyong angrily walked down the stairs with something behind his back. You couldn’t really see what it was, but the way it moves behind his back made you get a sneak peak of what it was. Like some type of clothing.

“What is it?” You asked while furrowing your eyes. Stepping back a bit so he could stand right in front of you.

“How could you?!?” He said sadly. You started to feel a bit nervous by his tone. But confused at the same time.

“I trusted you, I gave you my trust and you took that trust and stomped all over it. YOU BETRAYED ME Y/N, our relationship is broken now ” He yelled as he breathed heavily.

You being confused to why he said, walked closer to him but he stopped back. Putting a hand in betwen you two so there was some kind of space.

“What are you talking about Tae?” You asked once more. Sighing in process, tired of all  this.

He gave a loud sigh while he reviled the piece of clothing he was hiding. It was your underwear.

“You left your underwear on the floor.” He said while putting his free hand over his chest, acting like he was hurt.

“Uh, oops” You sigh and rolled your eyes while walking away.

“Oops!? oOPS?????” He repited as his eye twitched a bit. “Why do you hate me. Why do you choose to hurt me like this?” He pouted

You laughed and gave him a small kiss on the cheek and grabbing your underwear.

“I promise I’ll be more careful with my stuff” You promised while walking over to the couch. 

“Thank you! Its all I ask for” He said while running back upstairs.

Kiki~

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.

☆ halloween party!au taeyong | *this post was commissioned
 warnings: fake blood, suggestive themes 

you think these costumes you’re both in are ironic - taeyong should be the angel. clean and holy - bethrown with beauty and kindness. and you should be the vampire - sinking your teeth into something so defenseless and otherwise innocent.

“what kind of vampire doesn’t have a bite mark?”

doyoung asks, eyeing the side of taeyong’s bare neck - covered in cheap halloween make up in an attempt to make him look paler than the white walls of the room you’re all squashed in. 

the light is flickering in different colors, somewhere someone is playing really shitty music, and there are bodies dressed up and down in costumes making their way in and out of the space. you’re twirling the prop halo that broke off your head and nod in agreement with doyoungs question.

“yeah, you should definitely have one.”

taeyong puts a hand up to his throat, his long and pretty fingers tap against the skin and he mutters something about how he really didn’t have any time to put this all together. oblivious to the fact that even without the peasant shirt, leather pants, and bad fangs - he still looks like an unreal creature from the night. what with the deepest darkest eyes, highlighted by a natural under shadow that could make whoever was caught in firing line of a look succumb to the spinning of the room. but taeyong is oblivious to it. to the devilish charm that any other man would use most horribly to his advantage.

“ill give you one.”

you lean yourself off the wall and doyoung is about to protest, grab you and keep you back from ushering taeyong into a corner somewhere. but he’s too late. taeyong falls almost willingly into step behind you - dodging zombies, doctors, and superheros until you yank whoever was in the bathroom before you two out and back taeyong up against the door.

he gives you this look, the one that embarrassingly reveals every thought running through his mind. his adams apple shifts with a nervous swallow and in the never ending brown you can see little stars start to speckle.

doyoung might not know this, but you’ve caught taeyong like this numerous times before. 

three hours ago, with your angel wings abandoned on the floor, with half your costume on - hand grasping taeyongs jaw - fake blood that you accidentally spilled on him when trying to help him figure out what he was going to actually even go as to this party, sticking you to his skin. the blood, made of melted down candy had left a sweet aftertaste in your mouth - you kept on the tip of your tongue on the car ride here. under your bag and jacket spread across your lap, your hand was drawing slow circles on taeyong’s thigh. he was jittering every now and then and moving around like a unsettled cat, all of which doyoung dismissed as regular behavior. and even twenty minutes ago. before doyoung noticed the lack of taeyong’s vampire bite. before this party got so mind-numbingly boring you could only harbor for an excuse to get back alone with taeyong, you’d managed to steal a quick whisper of something impure against taeyongs shoulder.

sneaking around wasn’t your favorite activity, but taeyong is shy and new to it all. he wants to go slow and you’re ok with it because he only wants to go slow where it gets romantic. moments like these, where his breathing hitches because the imagination that you might just devour him, is the one place he’s fine with going as fast and as intense as possible. it’s still taeyong in front of you, with his little smiles and schoolgirl blushes - but like any animal that wants to be chased - there is something more in this taeyong right now.

you put one hand beside his head, tilt your face to run a line down his own with your eyes. you reach his neck and then down to the large dip of the shirts collar. on his chest, which he didn’t cover at all with makeup, there is a faint pink tint from that fake blood. or maybe its a flush that is spreading up and throughout him like branching roots as you drag the seconds on. your free hand pushes up from the hem and rests on the jut of his hip. every part of him is delicate and so easy to break. it worries you, though you won’t admit it as you curl your nails into his skin.

“where should i bite you?”

he rolls his back up the wall a little and turns his head so his mouth is at level with the wrist of your hand that’s still against the door. 

“anywhere.”

“if i bite you where i want - no one else will see it.”

there it is again - those little stars clouding over his iris. you see his knee buckle a bit as he keeps his body weight up. 

what did he think you meant? you wonder. you most definitely were thinking about the spot of flesh right below his ribcage, the slope that goes from hard bone to doughy and soft, but maybe you made it sound like you were thinking of something even more south. 

you’ll let him swim around in the idea - from the way his mouth opens a little - you can tell he likes that thought.

“doyoung will be angry if we dont get back soo-”

your costume halo clatters to the ground, you’d put it back on your head like some feigning crown when you’d weaved through the crowd. you think these costumes you’re both in are ironic - taeyong should be the angel. clean and holy - bethrown with beauty and kindness. and you should be the vampire - sinking your teeth into something so defenseless and otherwise innocent. a classic monster tale, where good falls to its shaking knees in front of bad.

you kiss taeyong first, because you don’t want to hear about doyoung now - but also because you can tell it’ll lull him into comfort - before you move down to his jaw and then to the pulsating skin of his hot neck where you farm out the perfect place to bite down. he freezes and a hand comes up to grasp at your waist. 

his body language is rigid and almost opposing - until it falls forward a little into the feeling and he moans small and vibrating into your ear. you grin against his skin - teeth piercing a little deeper and the hand on your waist curls tighter. taeyong once, with all the anxiety in the world tremoring in his voice, had told you he liked seeing the aftermath of whatever it was you two were doing. a relationship? a fling? it didn’t matter - he liked the solid evidence that coated over spot of him he kept secret.

you’d blinked and said - taeyong, you just like being marked? - and he had covered his face and rolled away from you - his back still raw and red. you’d thought it was just adorable, the way he was so averse to his own primal need. but you were here to let him let it out. pulling him back into your arms and letting him know that what he liked was something you’d be willing to provide whenever he wanted. 

which is why now, leaning out and looking at your work - you flick your gaze up to taeyong’s which is now fully covered in stars. his tongue peeking out between his front teeth. he gets worked up so easily, doesn’t he?

“there. now we’ve got you a bite for your costume.”

he takes a moment to realize the heat of your body isnt smoking up into him anymore and that he can stand up straight again. you let your hand drop from the door and you move back to let taeyong come up to the little mirror in the bathroom. he turns his neck, long and elegant, to look at the bruise he’s going to come to love so much.

he puts a hand up to cover it and sheepishly returns his eyes to the floor. you take his wrist and tug it away.

“don’t hide it, i worked hard to make it perfect.”

“isn’t - won’t it be embarrassing-”

“no, it’s a part of your costume afterall.”

you give him a clear smile and he agrees - following you back out the door and up to where doyoung has moved to be strategically beside a table of food. he’s talking to johnny, whose covered from head to toe in bandages, before stopping to take in the sight of you and taeyong’s return.

taeyong doesn’t move, but you loop your fingers through the belt of his pants and tug him a little into you. he turns to look at you with confusion and doyoung catches a full view of his “vampire bite”.

you can tell he does, because doyoung snorts and tells johnny;

“did you know those two have been fuc-?”

Genre: soulmate & mafia!au/angst/fluff

Member: Taeyong

Word count: 2,200+

Prologue|One|Two

“Oh, it is,”you froze. A lump formed in your throat when you felt something pressed against the back of your head. A gun. “Who are you?”

You shut your eyes tight then raised both arms as a sign of surrender. The man grabbed your shoulder and dragged you harshly to what’s probably a warehouse.  He pushed you down to kneel on the rough floor.

“Who do you work for?” he pressed the gun to your forehead.

“No one,” the tremble on your voice didn’t go unnoticed by your captor causing him to laugh lightly. Tears sting your eyes out of fear. He was about to say something when you both heard the door open. You heard footsteps from your right but didn’t dare lift your head to look because of the gun pressed to your head.

“Ten, what’s happening here?” another man said. He glanced at your kneeling form and felt something weird. A tingling feeling running down his spine but he brushed it off. “Who’s this?”

“I caught her snooping around,” the cold feeling of the gun on your forehead disappeared as the second man in the room crouched in front of you. He had unnaturally red hair and an eyebrow slit to go with his brooding aura. “Probably working for JYP or YG.”

Your brows furrowed at the mention of the two companies. They were well known to be very successful companies along with SM, gaining profits left and right. You wondered why they thought you were working with them.

“Hey,” you snapped back to reality when the man in front of you spoke. His gaze was menacing sending shivers down your spine. Or was it something else?

“Who do you work for? Who sent you here?” you shook your head at him and answered.

“I told you, I work for no one! And send me? Why would someone send me?” His gaze remained unchanged. He opened his mouth to talk once more but was interrupted by the sound of the door bursting open.

“Cops are coming,” the tall man you saw earlier said hurriedly. The man, Ten, shot you a glare, one that accused you of calling the cops. He was about to raise his gun on you once again but the red-haired man in front of you stopped him.

“Bring her along. We don’t want her babbling to the cops,” fear resurfaced on your chest. This time, the tears really did fall from your eyes. You wondered if this would’ve happened if you just chose to starve this morning, or if you had just gotten in your damncar instead of following a group of obviously dangerous men. But it’s too late for regrets, especially now that you were practically being dragged to a van.

The tall man from earlier got into the driver’s seat while the one he was carrying stuff with sat beside him. Ten, the only one you somehow knew his name of, and the other one who had ordered to bring you along were on either sides of you. You, having accepted your fate of probablydying that day, stayed still as a rock. The whole van was silent except for the sound of the engine. Moments later your ringtone interrupted the somehow comforting silence between you and your captors. Ten gave you a look that urged you to answer the call so you did.

“Hello?” you answered quietly, careful not to say anything that wouldn’t please the men with you.

“Hey, hun. Where are you?” It was Eun Young. Of course it was.

You glanced at the two men beside you before answering. “I… went out to buy groceries. I ran out of food for breakfast.”

“Oh. Well, I was going to invite you to the watch a movie with me this afternoon.”

“I can’t. I, uh, have plans today,” you silently prayed for her to notice that something was wrong, fiddling with your fingers.

“Really? Where are you going?” It dawned to you that everyone in the car was now paying close attention to your conversation so you chose to end it immediately.

“To my parents. Something came up so I’ll be there for a while,” you knew that she was going to say something else so you stop her. “Listen, I have to go. Take someone else, okay? Bye.”

“I’ll be taking this.” Said the other man in front before taking your phone from your hands, breaking it in half and launching it out the window. You were going to protest but you remembered the situation you were in when Ten pulled you back down to your seat.

After the excruciatingly long ride, you finally arrived in front of a gate that leads to a wide property obviously owned by someone extremely wealthy. The distance you’ve travelled with the van upon entering the gate was already quite far but you had yet to see any building in sight, only gardens with beautiful decorations.

Soon enough, there was a fountain. A big one at that and a mansion a few metres from it. You would’ve let your jaw drop and admired the architecture if only you were in a different situation. Now that you had reminded yourself of the situation you were in, you felt your heart beat fasten in fear once again. Suddenly, your vision was blocked by a piece of cloth being tied around your head. Of course, you thought.

Strong hands grabbed your upper arms, guiding you out of the van and into the mansion. It wasn’t until you were seated down that they gave you the privilege to see once again. It took you time to adjust to the sudden brightness but once you did another unfamiliar man was sitting across you with a table separating the two of you.

“Hello,” the man with fox or bunny (you couldn’t quite tell) like features spoke, smiling gently at you. “I’m Doyoung.” He reaches out to shake your hand and you comply, confused.

“You must’ve been scared, huh? Don’t worry, we won’t hurt you unless we need to,” he shifted in his seat. “Now, we just need your name to confirm something. Once you’re clear and we’ve found put about a way to keep you quiet, we’ll probablylet you go.”

Probably, he said. Well, it’s definitely better than having no chance of being alive.

“Y/N,” you quietly muttered. Doyoung’s smile brightened then called another one of the boys named Mark over. You heard him mention your name to ‘Mark’, probably telling him to search you up or something. He then turned to you again.

“So, care to tell me why you were there? I don’t think anyone sane enough would be around that area on a Saturday morning.”

“Curiosity killed the cat, I guess.”

He laughed. “It sure did.”

You felt a shot of pain on your left shoulder causing you to flinch and reach to massage it.

Doyoung looked at you confused. “You okay?” he said, to which you nodded a yes.

“Doyoung,” you both turned to where the voice came from. It was the man with red hair from earlier. He was massaging his left shoulder with his right hand and holding a folder on the other. He placed the folder on the table before sitting down next to him.

“What happened to you?” Doyoung asked.

“Hit a wall on the way here,” the man answered.

Doyoung glanced at the two of you before finally opening the file. He paused for a while after reading it and slammed it shut with a look that looked like he just had the best idea in the world.

“100% safe,” he said to the man beside him. “She’s safe, why don’t you escort her back to where you found her, Taeyong.”

Taeyong’s brows furrowed. “Doyoung you were supposed to be the group’s properly functioning brain cell.”

“And that I am. So go, here are the keys to the car.” He shoved the car keys to Taeyong. “Oh, but we’ll still be keeping an eye on you, Ms. Y/N. Don’t do anything you’ll regret, okay? I’ll be off.”

Doyoung left the room with the file in hand. You looked to the man in front of you, asking for an explanation but he was just as confused as you were. He sighed in defeat then stood up.

“Come on. I don’t trust you but I trust Doyoung more than anyone so let’s go.” With that he led you out of the mansion, the room you were in was surprisingly far within it. You gazed at the man escorting you. He was in a pair of black ripped jeans and a simple black shirt. Throughout the longjourney you took notice of many more males, some around your age and some younger. A few of them shot you a confused look while some actually gave you a smile.

At last, you arrived at the expensive looking car that fit perfectly with everything you’ve seen until now. Taeyong opened the door to the driver’s seat and went in so you do the same on the opposite side. The ride was quiet, like before. Staring out the window, everything felt like a very strange dream. Starting from the moment where you stepped out to your house until the very moment you were in now. You reached for your thigh and pinched it hard to confirm if everything was a reality or not. It did hurt, but what surprised you was the sound of the man beside you also yelping in pain. You looked at him in shock, his own expression mirroring yours. He pulled the car over then proceeded to look at you in shock.

“I- you- this… oh God,” you sputtered out then ran a hand through your hair. He grabbed your left hand and as expected, you felt the connection between the two of you. “Now what?”

He cleared his throat, pulled back his hand then spoke, “The mart we were in earlier is just close. I think you can walk to there.”

“Wait, what? I mean… okay,” you opened the door muttering a ‘thanks for the ride’ before stepping out and slamming the door.

–

“You were what this morning?!” You covered your ears at Eun Young’s scream. “And you didn’t go to the police?!”

“Trust me, I thought of doing that too. But things are complicated.”

You yelped at the feeling of being shoved onto the sofa.

“What do you mean things got complicated?” She gasped. “They’re threatening you, aren’t they?”

“Kind of, yeah. They said they’ll be keeping an eye on me.”

“Oh my, Y/N! What to do?”

You sighed and placed your feet on her lap. She immediately grabbed onto them, almost massaging them. Concern was written all over her face. It was obvious that she was thinking from the way she chewed harshly at her bottom lip. You tapped her chin with your toe to stop what she was doing but she only brushed you away.

“Anyway, the thing is… one of them is my soul mate.”

This time she finally stopped as her jaw dropped. She then debated on what to say for a moment. “Then did you…?”

She pressed her fingers together accompanied with a kissing sound effect. You separated her hands with a kick. Just a while ago she was worried about what had happened to you but now her priorities swayed.

“I didn’t.”

“So you’re saying that you got kidnapped by your soul mate and his friends then he just dropped you off and leave?” you nodded at your friend. “You didn’t even make out or hug when you found out?”

Your friend sat on the opposite side of the couch you were perched on. You went to her house that afternoon to ask her for advice on what to do but that clearly wasn’t the best choice.

“That’s your main concern? Dude, I was held at gunpoint by one of them, they brought me back to their ‘lair’ with a probable intention of locking me up until I die and I was supposed to think about making out with my soul mate when I found him? I think the fuck not.”

“Yeah, that does sound wrong,” Eun Young muttered and cleared her throat. “Let me do that again, how are you? You weren’t harmed in anyway? Traumatized or something?”

“No, I’m fine, I guess. I’m mostly confused. I have been since this morning and the past few months.”

“I can tell,” she started playing with your toes on her lap. “So what now?”

“Honestly? I don’t know. They looked like they were some kind of illegal group or something and I do not want to get involved in that,” you sighed.

“You already were the moment he joined.”

“Can’t I just trade soul mates or something?” you groaned. “Why is life like this?”                                                                                                                                           

“You can’t do that. Do you know what they say about rejecting your soul mate? They say it’s like hell.”

“I bet it’d be like hell either way. Why am I suffering like this?”

Your friend placed your feet down then patted your back and you leaned closer to her. “I’m sure everything will be fine soon.”

She wrapped her arms around you and you sighed. You hope so.

Genre: soulmate & mafia!au/angst/fluff

Member: Taeyong

Word count: 1,300+

A/n: A sloppy Taeyong drawing for fun :)

Prologue |One

A room of white surrounds you upon opening your eyes. Having read and watched this trope a lot of times, you knew that you were in a hospital. Another thing you also know is that your body was aching in every way you knew possible. Glancing around the room, you spotted a head of long hair resting on your bed. You smiled to yourself and reached for your best friend’s hand.

Her head shot up at the feeling, “Oh my God! Are you okay now? Does it hurt anywhere? Do I need to call the nurse? The doctor?”

“I’m fine, Eun Young,” you chuckled. “A bit battered up but fine.”

“Don’t laugh! I almost had a heart attack when I received a call from the hospital! Where are your parents, anyway?” she asked.

“They’re out of town. Mom won tickets from a raffle,” you triedto sit up but your body refused. “Help me sit up, please?”

Eun Young complied while being as careful as possible. The look in her eyes screamed concern for your well-being.

“So, that means that your soul mate is fine,” she paused. “I mean the not dead kind of fine not really fine… you know what I mean.”

“I guess so. But now I’m wondering what happened for him to be beat up like that,” you stared up onto the ceiling as if it held the answers to your questions.

“You don’t think your soul mate’s part of a gang or something dangerous do you?” she said.

“I hope not,” you said, frowning. “But enough about him, when did the doctor say I could go?”

She started filling you in with information throughout the night, not even bothering to head home.

–

“This is your home now, Taeyong,” the older male said. “There are other trainees as well so don’t worry about being alone.”

At his side stood Taeyong, lazily taking in the sight before him. The place was luxurious, from the polished stone floors to the chandeliers hanging on the ceiling. Even the simplest decoration looked like it cost more than the money he’s ever earned in his life. Multiple men walked everywhere, all dressed in casual all black outfits or formal suits. Most of them seemed to be around his age while others looked fairly young.

“Boys,” all heads turned to the man beside him. “Gather ‘round. I have to introduce you to someone.”

Everyone did as told, they gathered at the bottom of the grand staircase they were on. Taeyong shifted uncomfortably when he felt everyone’s attention on him.

The man placed a hand on his shoulder. “This is Taeyong. I’m assuming you all know of him. Starting today, he’ll be training with all of you. Do your best to teach him our ways,” he said, dismissing them right after. “A word, Taeyong.”

He followed him down the stairs.

“This is a unit I will put you in charge of after I deem you ready enough. This is NCT and I trust you to be a good leader to them in the future. When the time comes and you’re ready enough to lead the whole corporation, the baton will be passed on to you,” he said, leaving immediately after, giving Taeyong no chance to ask questions.

The men of ‘NCT’ approached him one by one to introduce themselves after he was left alone. One of them on the shorter side with dark brown hair and shaved sides offered his hand first.

“Nice to meet you, I’m Taeil, training to be a medic,” he flashed a gentle smile as Taeyong shakes his hand. “I hope we get along well.”

Before he could even reply, another person replaced Taeil in front of him. His eyes were wide and something about his face made him seem like a bunny. He smiled brightly at Taeyong before pulling his hand for a shake.

“I’m Doyoung, the group’s strategist along with Kun over there. Why don’t you sit down and I’ll introduce everyone to you.”

Walking over to the luxurious furniture, Taeyong obliged. Doyoung took a seat beside him and everyone followed suit.

“First we have our hackers, Mark, Chenle and Donghyuck,” he pointed at the three younger looking males. One had lightly tanned skin, the other had an innocent look to his face while another had protruding cheekbones.

“Then we have our conmen, Xuxi or Lucas, Yuta, and Jungwoo,” the three seated across him gave him a nod. “Our medic along with Taeil is Jaehyun.”

“Next we have our gunmen or snipers, Jeno, Jaemin and Johnny,” the tallest one gave him a small wave while the other two smiled. “Now our arsonists, Sicheng and Renjun. Both from China. Then lastly, our spies, Jisung and Ten.”

As soon as the introductions were over, no one volunteered to speak anymore. To break the silence, Doyoung stood up and said, “Right! We better return to our rooms so we could rest for tomorrow.”

Everyone agreed silently then walked to their respective rooms, except for Taeyong who decided to walk around the place. He went over to what looked like a kitchen. Like the previous room he was in, it was grand. It had its own chandelier, a huge counter in the middle and elegant designs. Next room was what he assumed was the dining room. It contained a long dining table which could definitely fit at least twenty people. He marvelled at how big a dining room can be. For the next few moments he continued going from room to room before deciding to retire for the day. He went back to where he first woke up, finally having the chance check out the room.

After checking out his room, he showered in yet another grand bathroom. His mind drifts back to how he was forced to join a dangerous group as water trickles down his body. This wasn’t what he wanted. He wanted to stay away from danger as much as possible for his soul mate’s sake and the situation he’s in right now is not helping. He sighed then finished up, lying down on the bed to sleep.

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A week or so later, you were allowed to be out and about again so there you were, third-wheeling your best friend while eating ice cream. Exactly a day after you were hospitalized, Eun Young met her soul mate while she was on the way to pick up some food for you. You don’t usually care whenever they’re together because you were happy for your friend and you support them 100% but they seem to be extra cringeworthy on this particular day. You sat there quietly for a good hour before they finally deemed you worthy of their attention.

“So, Y/N, how’s your soul mate?” Eun Young asked.

“I think he’s fine. A few occasional cuts and bruises here and there,” you said then finished off your ice cream. “I’ll leave first, is that fine?”

The couple nodded and said their goodbyes. You went straight home, thankful that nothing happened this time.

A month passed and everything went on like how they usually were, quiet with a few appearances of minor injuries. You liked how things were going and decided to keep it like so. Although one day everything changed when you found out you ran out of cereal. At first you had shrugged it off then opted for having a different breakfast. But the world didn’t seem to cooperate with you when you saw your (almost) empty fridge. Sighing, you trudged back to your room to change into clothes more appropriate for going outside.

Even the trip to the grocery store was peaceful, with only a few people shopping at the same time as you. Now everything seemed to be suspiciously going your way, except for the breakfast incident. You were in the process of recalling what good you’ve done to deserve the past month’s kindness when you saw a few men that were even more suspicious.

“Just go,”you said to yourself and went around your car. Check it out, check it out, check it out. You stopped in your tracks, eventually listening to your mind. You gripped your car door before slamming it shut then headed to where the men had went.

“This is a bad idea,” you whispered to yourself while watching two tall men carrying boxes to a truck.

“Oh, it is,” you froze.

re-doing my taeyong soul mate&mafia!au :)