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hyucksong · 6 years ago

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vengeance. pt.3| 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: cursing, slight slight slight sauce, angst -- some other love(?) rivals others than taeyong potentially

word count: 3.6K

Working as the Negotiations specialist was boring. Often times weeks would pass without you seeing anyone of importance, you wouldn’t see any of the members, any administrators, or even any normal employees because you’d be cooped up in your office next to Doyoung’s, writing or answering e-mails.

It was a mentally and emotionally exhausting job, having to keep good internet etiquette and eloquence while answering e-mails from other Mafias about graphic plans for torture or for violent strategies. While this was all necessary to carry out your plan, sometimes you simply wanted to give up.

It was already month 11 of your year-long plan, nothing much had happened in the five months you’ve been moved to the Negotiations unit of NCT. The only thing worth of importance that happened was you getting promoted to being an independent Negotiations leader, separate from Doyoung. However, your office was still attached to his, so it felt like you were simply his underdog.

You sighed as your wrist began to ache from answering e-mails all day. You stopped typing for a minute to roll your neck and crack your joints, finally standing up to stretch.

“Huh, so even you get tired.” A low voice said. You snapped towards the door and immediately reassembled your persona. “What do you mean?” Doyoung laughed and pointed to you with a cup of what smelled like coffee in his hands. “Whenever I come by here all you seem to be doing is working, you never take breaks or even look tired. I don’t even think I’ve seen you rub your eyes once.”

‘That’s because I can’t rub off my makeup you idiot.’ You thought, while shrugging your shoulders nonchalantly. “It’s work. I have to do good.” Doyoung’s shoulders shook gently, and he shook his head. “You’re really dedicated, aren’t you?” You shrugged again, and at this you could see that Doyoung was discouraged from continuing conversation.

However, he fully entered the room, and made his way to your desk. You tensed up, moving a little away from the desk. He leaned on the polished chestnut wood, his butt staying on the edge while his hunched forward a little while holding his coffee. You could see the steam come off the beverage and hit his face. It was a slightly calming sight.

You relaxed a little and scooted back to the center of your desk, and started to type your e-mails again with him beside you. You heard him scoff and saw in your peripheral vision his hand come closer. His hand gently clasped your wrist, and you felt blood rush to your face. It had been a minimum of 5 months since anyone had touched you, especially such a gentle touch at that. It had been a long time since you really even held a conversation with anyone other that the reflection in your bathroom mirror.

“What do you want?” You answered in a strained voice, trying hard not to stutter. Doyoung’s gentle voice made its way to your ears, causing your heart to beat faster. “I just think you need a break, how about you eat lunch with me and the boys today?” You shyly met his gaze, watching as his pupils dilated with the sight of you. You cursed yourself and gently yanked your wrist away from him, nodding.

“Sure.” You whispered out. His whole being seemed to still at the familiar shyness of your voice, at the familiar gaze that met his, at the familiar atmosphere that released into the room the second he touched you. “Did you know -- “ He began, but the entrance of the room opened loudly, disturbing his words so that they were long forgotten and mixed into the air with the sudden rush of pressure from the forcefully opened door.

“Hey, Sooyoung --” Taeyong started, stopping when he saw Doyoung hunched towards you. This image seemed to anger him, as his nostrils began to flare and his eyes narrowed with annoyance. “What are you doing, Doyoung?” He accused, crossing his arms as an subconscious defense against the scene. Doyoung’s brow furrowed, and he answered just as accusingly, “I’m just talking to her, why? What does it matter to you, Taeyong?” You only watched as this went down, a little concerned. But Kim Sooyoung didn’t care for people.

“What is it, Taeyong?” You quipped, letting your eyes meet his for the first time since you joined the NCT Division. His eyes softened at you, but soon returned to their hard state. “The boss-man wanted me to tell you that you’re moving to your own office. It’s across from mine, so he told me to show it to you.” You nodded, feeling relieved that you’d finally get your own space, but tensing again once you realized that it would be across from Taeyong’s, and that he’d probably be watching you like a hawk. “Okay.” Was all you said before standing up and making your way to Taeyong.

He started without you, turning on the heels of his black boots before marching away stiffly. You looked back to Doyoung, who gave you a tight-lipped smile and rolled his eyes playfully. At that, you giggled and smiled back at him, before jogging a little to catch up to the temperamental Taeyong.

You left Doyoung sitting on your desk, confused and as to why his heart beat increased, and confused as to why it seemed your smile didn’t fit you, but someone else he used to know.

You caught up to Taeyong, walking a step behind him. He increased his speed when you got too close, so you settled for staying a little behind him and admiring the scenery around you.

As you passed by the series of hallways, you let your eyes wander inside each, trying to pick up any information you could. You passed by Haechan’s office, which looked like a five year old threw a tantrum and then proceeded to throw his clothes everywhere. The one after his was Mark’s and you saw him sitting at his desk, hunched over a paper with a pen twirling in his hand. His free hand was messily running through his hair, and you smiled as you thought about how only a few years ago he was such a child.

“What’re you smiling for?” Taeyong hissed, stopping at the room after Mark’s. You looked at him through tired eyes, and stood up straight, pushing past him into your office. “Am I not allowed to have emotions?”

“It’s be better for this job if you didn’t.” He quipped, leaning on the door frame as you stood in the middle of the wood-paneled room, observing the light that streamed into the room in thin line due to the closed blinds. You slowly turned to him, surprised. That was a rather unexpected response. “Huh?” You let out, the volume of your voice falling low.

Taeyong closed the door behind him, drawing the blinds on the glass window closed, he slowly stepped towards you. You instinctively kept on walking backwards til you hit the desk. His face came closer and closer, eventually stopping inches away from yours. His hands rested beside you, trapping you between his toned arms.

His familiar musky cologne filled your senses, and you found yourself wanting to lean into his chest and bask in his long-forgotten touch. You wanted to his him like you used to; while you and Taeyong were never ‘together’, there was no denying what you two had. The prolonged stares, the craving touches -- everything was a sign of what could’ve been.

However, his skin was cold compared to before. His eyes were stony, like they held no emotion; you reminded yourself that the Taeyong you were in love with had little chance of still existing in the robotic Taeyong before you.

What if? You couldn’t help but think, what if he was still in there? What if the feeling of your lips against his would stir something in him? Your gaze rested on his melon-colored lips for a moment more before meeting his familiar gaze. “What are you doing?” You managed through clenched teeth and a rapidly beating heart. Your voice came out low and shaky, as much as you didn’t want it to.

He didn’t say anything, but kept staring at you. His black on black eyes raked over your facial features, as if looking for something.

He wanted to threaten you, honestly, he wanted to scare you away from the company. He already knew what could happen to people with emotions in the unforgiving hell of SM. He knew too much. But his words stopped short when he looked into the reflects of your eyes -- and watched how they reflected his figure.

He remembered the late nights he’d spend staring into Y/N’s eyes -- how he’d revel in the feeling of her taking in every physical attribute of his being. He loved how full it’s made his heart. But your whole demeanor was different from hers. She was open, loving, morally upright -- and you seemed like another roach just trying to cuddle up to the CEO. He was disgusted by you...but he still couldn’t help but continue to stare.

“This place is perfect for someone like you, actually.” He reckoned, laughing bemusedly. “What do you mean --”

“It means that you’re a dog. You’re like the CEO’s pet.” His harsh words caught you off guard, and you were about to yell at him, before you came to your senses and simply slipped away from him, going towards the door to retrieve your things from the office next to Doyoung’s.

You wanted to say something just as harsh back to him -- but the hurt your heart felt forced you to walk away. It hurt to think that he was right -- here you were, thinking about taking down the son of a bitch Lee Sooman, but bending to his every will. It made you shiver to think about how many people your negotiations have killed.

You felt completely helpless for most of the day after that.

“Hey! Sooyoung!” A joyful voice called out, a little squeaky. You sighed and turned around, watching as a youthful smiling face waved at you from a table filled with other familiar faces. You waved once and turned around, ready to sit at a table by yourself, like you did the past five months. But a tall smartly dressed chest met your face, and you let out a small ‘oof’ as your nose hit the hard sternum.

You looked up, rubbing your nose. You sighed, “Doyoung. Hello.”

“Hello, Sooyoung. Aren’t you going to come sit with us?” He asked, expectant. You side-glanced at the densely packed table and grimaced. “Do I have to if I don’t want to?” He smiled teasingly, “Of course! Come on your anti-social workaholic.” You rolled your eyes and muttered a noise of complacency and walked with him to the table.

You sat down rather uneasily, the amount of eyes on you felt strange and you found yourself loathing both Doyoung and Chenle a little. “Hey Sooyoung!” Chenle repeated, smiling widely. You nodded at him and kept your body parts within your personal bubble.

The jabbering around you filled your ears nicely, it felt comfortable to hear such energy coming from around you. You picked up your fork and start picking at your food, but a cool hand brushed against your hair and behind your ear instead.

You eyes practically bugged out, and you jerked backwards, alarmed. Donghyuck noticed this and almost snorted out his drink, laughing at your reaction. Yuta laughed too, patting Donghyuck’s back as a coughing fit emerged from his obnoxious snorting. Your eyes met with none other than Doyoung’s smiling crescents. His hand was still mid-air, but it fell down to beside his leg, nearly touching your leg as well.

“Sorry, your hair was about to get in your food.” You let out a breath of annoyed air and put your face in your hands, flustered. But the joy of having such a smooth interaction, the joy of being around all the rowdy boys once again, made your shoulders shake.

“Ahuehuehue...” You laughed, your face still in your hands. Noise subsided around you as you began to laugh louder, before taking your face away from your hands and revealing a red and teary-eyed girl. “Holy shit...” You giggled, shaking your head. You inhaled through your nose before looking back at a awestruck Doyoung.

“Please don’t do that again, Doyoung.” You mentioned, before taking a thick black hair band and tying your hair back into a small ponytail. You ignored the silence, and looked up at a curious table. “What?” You sputtered, chewing the food in your mouth.

“I think that’s the first time we’ve seen you laugh.” Mark commented, a smile growing on his well-structured face. “Yeah, I never knew that you could laugh like...that.” Renjun commented, his voice taking on a teasing tone. You looked up in thought before taking another bite of the food.

You looked up to see Taeyong seemingly entranced by you. You felt confidence stir up from a deep place due to his red cheeks. While maintaining eye contact, you said, “There’s a lot of things you don’t know about me.” Renjun didn’t seem too bothered by your words, no one did, but the widening of Taeyong’s large marble-like eyes gave you satisfaction.

You continued to eat and made small talk with the members, but Taeyong couldn’t bring himself to join in the conversation. His heart was currently racing, and he wondered if it was possible to fall for someone you insulted and had a maximum of three hours of talking time with. He watched you talk with Mark, and looked at the corners of you mouth that tilted up ever so slightly at his shy nature. His stomach twisted, and he started to hate the fact that your office was right next to the blubbering boy’s. However, a strange calm washed over him as he remembered that your office was also right in front of his, and that’s he’d be sure to keep an eye on you.

“Alright, well, I’m going back to my office. I’ve got some e-mails to answer.” You pushed the chair away from the table and stood up, taking your plate and throwing it away without looking at the table.

The chattering continued on behind you, and you made your way to organize your office and get some work done before you went home.

Taeyong was rather pensive the whole day, he was confused about himself and his feelings. He found you annoying and stand-offish, but the subtle smiles and laugh you gave others made his heart beat just as fast as Y/N had. He was disappointed in himself, letting some other girl flutter his heart. Either way, Taeyong thought, he’d never pursue you. He had hurt the people close to him and let the love of his life die, so he decided to punish himself by never letting himself fall in love ever again. Harsh, but it made Taeyong feel better about his decisions and career choice.

He looked up from his desk past his blinds and into the cluttered office across from him. He watched your figure as it scurried around the room and put things away. He stared at the curves of your body and how it moved, he kept his eyes on your unsuspecting figure for a while before he saw movement from the corner of his eye.

Mark, in his blue satin suit, had walked out of his room and headed towards yours. The jealous man saw how the younger boy straightened his suit and smoothed out any wrinkles. A sour frown made way onto his features. Pathetic. He thought.

No matter how pathetic he thought Mark was for being so nervous around another employee, it didn’t stop him from feeling emotions he hadn’t felt in a long time. Mark entered your room with a smile. You greeted him with a head nod, quickly asking him what he wanted. Taeyong couldn’t hear the conversation,. but he assumed that whatever he said surprised you, from the jolting of your body.

You sat at your desk calmly and chatted with the black-haired young adult for a while, until you laughed and shook your head, and stood up. Mark stood up too, but afterwards he waved to you and left. Taeyong memorized the moment when you bit your lip and continued laughing.

“How unprofessional.” He muttered under his bittersweet breath.

The phone rang in your dimly lit room, and you immediately perked up. The whole day had been rather uneventful, so something like a phone ringing gave you a mini adrenaline rush. “Hello?” You stated coldly, your voice not matching the action of your fingers twirling around the coil of the telephone wire.

“Hello, Mrs. Kim Sooyoung. Please come to the CEO’s office. ASAP.” A voice your recognized as Mr. Sooman’s secretary said, hanging up the phone as soon as she was done speaking. The call ended as quickly as it started, and a subconscious noise of surprise left your lips before you rummaged through your piled up belongings to get out a pen and paper to take to the CEO’s office, ready to take note of whatever he said.

You rushed out the door like a nervous student, almost bumping into Taeyong who seemed to be waiting outside your door. You looked up quickly and gave a lop-sided, stressed smile, muttering, “Sorry, Tae-baby.” You didn’t even seem to be aware of what you said as you just walked off away from an utterly shocked Taeyong.

Taeyong couldn’t believe his ears, because only one person had ever called him that -- only one person ever got his permission to call him that.

Y/N L/N.

Mr.Sooman’s office was just as cold as his heart, you thought. The goosebumps that appeared on your skin has risen as soon as you walked through the heavy metal door. Whether they were from the cold or fear, was something you had too much pride to admit.

His chair was humorously facing the window, away from you when you entered, The action was so stereo-typically evil, you almost laughed. But you kept a serious facade and sat down in front of his desk, where you saw paper work neatly stapled together with the title, ‘Operation: Track and Kill’. You almost laughed again, wondering who the hell came up with the names.

“Mrs. Kim Sooyoung. Pleasure to see you.” You hummed in agreement, and this lack of response forced the Chairman’s eyes on you. He was just as ugly as his personality, his eyes sagging and skin tight from the cold-blood flowing in his veins.

“I can see you don’t play any games, Ms. Sooyoung.” He began, uncrossing his legs and moving closer to the desk. “Well, that’s perfect. For this operation we need someone like you.” You tilted your head, interested.

“For this, the boys are going to be infiltrating the house of the rival mafia’s CEO. And we need an...Inside negotiator to go with them to...well, talk to the man once he’s kidnapped. Someone as skilled as you, I hope, can convince him to do what we say.”

“What is it that we need? Or that we gain from this?” You questioned.

“As of current, he was one of our members in captivity, a man by the name of Oh Sehun from the senior EXO division. Needless to say, we need him back. I hope you can get him back, you can, right?” He threatened, narrowing his eyes at you. A lightning bolt of fear shot through your body, and an involuntary gulp came about you.

“Of course, sir.”

How cowardly, you sighed. You rested in your office, going over the game plan and coming up with a solid plan for negotiating a company member from captivity. The people on the case were three senior members and one junior member not including you; Jaehyun, Mark, and Doyoung (who surprisingly had field experience as well), and Chenle for disguise. Though, he was more so on standby if he was needed for infiltration. A sense of pride welled up in you; you couldn’t help but think that you were the reason for his skills and interest in the field of disguise.

However, more so than pride, you felt excitement. Finally, after all this time, there was a perfect opportunity to take down SM. You could hold the other man captive, yes, but you could use the saving of Oh Sehun as a way to catapult yourself into the true Inside, where it would only take a few months at max to kill the boss man. Another rush of excitement ran through you.

You were writing out a rough draft of your plans, when all of a sudden your door slammed open and shut. You jumped up, hand on the bottom of your seat where you kept a gun. However, your shoulder’s relaxed as you saw Taeyong. But all the tension came back when you heard the lock of the door.

His heaving shoulder’s showed his exhaustion, and momentarily you wondered if he was in trouble. “Taeyong? You alright? Why are breathing like that --” The aforementioned man ran to the desk, covering your mouth with his strangely warm hands.

“Hmm?” You spoke against his hand, moving so that you were trying to pull his hands away from his face. When he finally moved his hands, after looking around for any running cameras, you spat at him harshly, “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

Taeyong turned the blinds as that the room was completely close off, before he turned to you and took your face into his hands, looking for something deep in your eyes.

The question he asked you left your blood cold and a sense of dread encased your figure.

“Are you Y/N L/N?”

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