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{12} [mafia-meet up]

Until the evening, Taeyong and i didn't really do much. The event started at 8pm, and until then, all we did was talk, eat and go for a walk.

Then Yuta bought my dress bag up and Taeyong was curious to see what colour it was but he said he also wants it to be a surprise.

So now i'm standing in front of the bathroom mirror, fixing my makeup as i stand in the beautiful, long dress. I managed to insert a camera and microphone into the purse, it's not noticeable unless you try and look for it.

"How long does it take to put a dress on?" Taeyong knocks on the door, impatient.

"Long. Go fix your hair or something." I shout back, adding the final touch ups on my makeup, lipstick mainly, a nice neutral colour.

"It starts in a half hour." He shouts and then went silent. I carry on doing my thing, and then step out of the bathroom.

"You're so needy." I look at him, he cleans up well in a suit, he wears one everyday, but this one he looked really good in.

"Oh wow." He smiles as he looks at me, "You've definitely got an eye for dresses."

I smile back, "Why isn't your tie on yet?" I raise my eyebrow, looking down to his buttoned shirt.

"Because i hadn't seen the dress, the tie would ruin it." He open opens up his suit cover, taking out the tie that matched with my dress. "Never had a purple tie before."

"First time for everything, where'd my shoes go?" I look around, i really don't want to drag this dress across this floor.

"By the door." He finishes tying his tie, looking at himself in the mirror to check if he looks okay. "How'd i look?"

"You always look good." I smile, walking back to the bathroom to get my purse and then adding the essential things. Lipgloss, phone, hair ties, a pair of flat shoes, and paracetamol, i'm bound to get a headache.

"How big is the purse?" He asks, putting on his waistband around his belt that carries his gun.

"Big, why?" I close the clasp.

He smiles like a child, "I get searched before i enter, mind putting that in there please." He points to the gun laying in the bedside table.

"I mean, is it necessary?" I ask, i don't really want to be carrying a gun in my purse.

"Unfortunately, yes." He goes to grab my face in his hands but i swerve away.

"Makeup." I point, "I don't want it to be ruined."

He whines, "So i'm not supposed to kiss you the whole night?"

"We'll see. I'm not carrying your gun again for you." I put the gun in the purse.

"Oh you're going to hate me." He smirks in a playful way, "Johnny." He shouts.

Johnny walks in a couple seconds later with a leg strap. "They search me too."

"I..." I look at the two guys, why do they even need these?

"Fine." i sigh "How'd you put this on?" I grab the leg strap from Johnny.

Taeyong takes it off me and Johnny leaves, "Sit down, i'll do it for you." He points to the chair. I don't fight it, i sit on the seat.

He moves the side of my dress that doesn't have the slit on to the side. He kneels on the floor in front of me and then lifts my leg up gently as he slides the leg strep onto my upper thigh, tightening it so it's secure. "Is that too tight?" He asks.

"No, if i stand up it will move though." I say honestly, he nods and tightens the strap a little bit more. Then he gets up and grabs Johnny's gun, sliding it in the pocket that holds the gun.

He grabs my inner thigh and rubs his thumb as he looks up at me, "Don't touch this at all. If Johnny needs it, he'll ask you for it. If you feel uncomfortable with it on, let me know."

"okay." I rub my lips together. He stands up and then holds his hand, i grab it and he puts his phone and something else into his pocket, then walks off with me into the living area.

"Sungchan has the car downstairs-"

"Can you cut Sungchan some slack, let someone else drive." I roll my eyes, i feel sorry for the poor kid.

"Sungchans not driving." Taeyong hands me my shoes, "Johnny is, Sungchans riding with us." He lets me use him to balance as i slide the heels on.

"Good."

"Why do you like Sungchan so much? Do i need to sign someone else to you-"

"It's not like that. I just feel bad for him, he seems down all the time and being chauffeur isn't going to help him." I intertwine my fingers with Taeyongs.

"I'll keep it in mind." He clears his throat.

With that, we left. Yuta, Sungchan, Taeyong and I sat in the back. Johnny and Doyoung drove in the front.

"We're late." Sungchan looks at his watch.

"We are every year." Yuta answers.

"Who's taking the back entrance?" Taeyong asks, looking down at his phone.

"Mark and Jeno, Jisung wants to sit with you today." Yuta says, he doesn't really smile a lot.

"I'll see what i can arrange. Has Jungwoo and Minhee arrived yet?" He asks. I mean, i hope Minhees safe and not sneaking guns in.

"Yeah, he's sitting with Shotaro and Kun at the moment." Yuta answers.

Soon enough we pull up to this large building, a bunch of cars and limousines, belt drivers and men... there was a lot cover.

"What even is this by the way?" I ask.

"You'll get your answer once your inside." Taeyong opens his door as Doyoung had opened my door for me.

"Thank you." I grab his hand as i walk out, heels on gravel isn't a good combination.

Taeyong takes over and grabs my hand, walking to the entrance with Johnny and Yuta. "Mr. Taeyong." An older guy, looked as old as my dad, says, smiling at me as Taeyong took his blazer off.

"Lift your arms ma'am-"

"Touch her and i'll break your fingers." Taeyong side eyes them as he gets patted down.

The old guy didn't listen and began to pat my waist, Taeyong grew angry, pulled his arms behind his back and pushed him up against the wall, digging his knee into his back. "Don't touch her." He pulls down on the guys fingers, a loud cracking noise being heard.

Did he actually just breaks his fingers?

"Taeyong let's go." I put my hand on his hip.

He moves away from the guy and takes his blazer back, grabbing my hand gently and walking forward so we're into the foyer.

I will always find it amusing how he can go from angry to completely calm in the space of a second, he just went from breaking a guys fingers to holding my hand as if i were a baby. His duality is insane.

He opens the door to an even larger hall, filled with people chattering but all went silent as they seen Taeyong.

There was women here, dressed how i was, with the man their sitting beside having a tie that matches their dress.

Taeyong looks around the hall and i do so too, noticing a couple of familiar faces. A group of gangsters from Jeju island, even a group from Japan. This was a mafia meet-up.

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