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"So..."
"Hmm?"
He nuzzles his hair more on my neck, as we laid on the bed, me sitting and him resting his head on my shoulder, as he lies in front of me. We both just staring at the ceiling, talking.
"How old are you?"
Taeyong started laughing out loud, making me let out a chuckle.
"YOU-AHAHAHA-"
He sits on his knees in front of me, leans forward to face me, hands on bed on support himself, my face in his hands.
We both are smiling, he's still laughing but a little less now as it's fading away,
"You don't know how old i am?"
I shook my head, a little flustered.
He looks down and chuckles,
"What if i was 45 and had plastic surgeries to look like this?"
"You're not 45, i know that, i just don't know your exact age"
He chuckles again, as he lays back down, this time facing my shoulder instead of the ceiling, and i wrap my arms around his shoulders.
"I'm 21"
"Okay, i had the right idea"
He just breathly laughs without a sound, and then rolls to my left and sits while leaning against the headrest and pats his lap. I lay down with my head on his lap and i look at him.
Shit... he's so pretty
Taeyong has many faces. The leader one, the stone cold anger one, The insane torturer to get answers from enemys, and the one which he shows only with NCT- the caring one.
And somehow, I've never seen him this relaxed ever, with the ruffled blonde hair, white t-shirt and grey sweatpants- this is new to me. And this is my favorite side of Taeyong, him in his most relaxed environment. But i love the man, so i just like all of his faces.
He leans in and i close my eyes, prepared, and then it happened.
We kissed, literally just his lips on mine for 10 seconds before he moved back and i opened my eyes staring back in his.
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bad blood || lee taeyong ||
Fanfiction"I know you're scared and nervous, and probably terrified. But remember..." I looked up and met Taeyong's eyes who continued, "It will all make sense, when you realise why you are doing this" mafia/gang au of nct ... Sequel "Baggy Jeans" our now.
