NCT Imagines (Requests Open!)

Femme Fatale (Taeyong)

A/N: This imagine is more on the violent side, so if you're not into crime/gangster AU then I would skip this imagine, but I hope you enjoy!

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"You're not going to speak?" he asked, smirking and running his tongue over his teeth.  "So be it then."

Taeyong ambled away from the man tied up in the chair.  "Finish him."

He walked out, smiling to himself as the doors to the large barnyard closed behind him, and the sound of gunfire echoed across the field.  This was procedure.  He would stop at nothing to find out where his mother was.  It had been twenty years, but he had to believe she was still out there.  However, if the rest of the group really found out what he was truly after, he wasn't sure if they'd have him sit in the chair bound with ropes next.

"Hmmm, who's our next target?"  Taeyong scrolled through his hit list on his phone and grinned.

"Y/N... that has a nice ring to it."

"Where to next, boss?" Jaehyun asked, dusting off his hands.

"We need to make it to Paris by nightfall.  There's a girl there that might have just the information we're looking for," Taeyong grinned.  "Let's pack up shop, boys."

For all they knew, the boys were after a lavish sum of money that could change their lives.  Taeyong had hand-picked the members of crew- some from the shipping company and some from small businesses.  Everyone was looking for that overnight miracle to change their lives.  Taeyong had hooked them easily.

"Mom, I'm thirsty," Taeyong rubbed his eyes as he knocked on his mother's door.  His father worked with a fishing company, so he was rarely home.  That left Taeyong and his mother to learn to fend for themselves and survive.  

"Mom?"  

He pushed open the door to her bedroom and saw the empty sheets.  Her pillow was on the floor and the sheets were twisted as if she had been tossing and turning in a bad nightmare.

But as he got closer and closer to her bed, something seemed off.  There were drops of red liquid on the floor, and Taeyong's skin paled as his blood turned cold.  The window beside her bed was open with his mother's handmade curtains flapping in the wind.  It was like a scene straight from a horror movie, but after those movies, he would curl up with his mom and sleep tightly in her embrace.   He could have never predicted that this would be a nightmare that would haunt him for decades.

"Let's take the jet to France, and I'll draw up a plan on the way.  Y/N seems like she'll be easy.  Too easy," Taeyong eyed your profile.

He never had to deal with a female in his search for his mother, so violence in this case was not an option.  But if you had a role to play, he would make sure to play by the law and see what he could do to rip you to shreds.

Taeyong and the rest of his crew boarded their jet.  He had coveted it after an "incident", but the story wasn't important.  It was the acquisition of the plane that mattered.  The pilots' voices resonated on the speakers overhead, laying down the standard "it's partly cloudy and I hope you enjoy your flight."

"It could be partly cloudy with a chance of meatballs, and I still wouldn't care," Yuta raked his long hair back into a man bun.  

One corner of Taeyong's lips lifted into a smirk.  Even though the boys were basically criminals at this point, they still had a refreshing sense of humor.  He loved them for it, and it made Taeyong feel guilty that he had them do most of the dirty work while he tried to put together the pieces behind his mother's sudden disappearance.  He had promised them a fortune.  Maybe if he sold the jet-

"You look too tense.  You should rest up  before we reach Paris," Jaehyun laid a hand on his shoulder.  

Taeyong slipped into a reality of unconsciousness.  The hunt definitely took a toll on his emotional and physical health since he was always on the run, bringing justice to light.  He never once felt bad for the people his group finished off.  To him, they deserved every last drop of pain.  He wanted them to suffer just like he had.

Before he knew it, their private jet had landed in an isolated strip of the airport.  But they weren't dressed in all black or baggy clothing like those gangsters you'd see on TV.  Instead, they looked so fashionable, Taeyong was pretty sure they'd get scouted for some promotional photoshoots while they were here.

But before they could even make it into the heart of Paris, Yuta slammed on the breaks as a girl stopped in the middle of the crosswalk.  You wore a worn out baseball cap along with ripped jeans and a nice blouse.

Jaehyun got out of the car to see what was causing the hold up, but you leaned forward and placed your hands on the hood of the car.  "One more move, and it's over for all of you.  Now choose.  Your way or my way?"

Taeyong was amused.  He checked his phone, noting that the profile matched your face barely shielded by your baseball cap and hummed in satisfaction.  "Let's do it your way, Y/N."

Unfazed, you opened the car door and wedged your way inside so that you were practically sitting on Taeyong's lap.  But as you two exchanged glances, you realized neither of you were complaining.  

You rattled off directions until Taeyong and his crew were standing with you in a secluded house that felt like it was in the middle of nowhere.  There was a man outside, guarding the entrance, and you said a couple words to him in what seemed like French.  

Taeyong had worked with all sorts of people during his search for his mother, but he'd never encountered a femme fatale like you.  You easily led them into the spooky-looking house, but inside was the warmest environment Taeyong could imagine.  But he knew this was all a trap, and his crew studied their surroundings warily.  

Before Taeyong could take a step towards you, you spun around, disarming him of his weapons.  He gripped your wrists, physically trying to take you down, but you were smarter than that.  Instead of using your energy, you used your opponent's body force to flip him over, and he crashed onto the hardwood floors with a loud thud.  

His vision went blurry, and as he looked up, he saw your face taunting him.  In the brawl, your baseball cap had fallen off, revealing your bright eyes.  Your hair cascaded over your shoulder as you helped him up, and both of you swallowed hard.

"Kiss me, and I'll flip you again," you smirked.

Taeyong was about to lean forward when he heard the shuffling of footsteps growing louder.  This was all a trap, and he should have been on high alert instead of letting you distract him.

"Taeyong?" the voice rang out, and he froze.  Every cell in his body felt like it had turned to ice, and a large tear threatened to spill from his eyes.

You used the pad of your thumb to wipe his tear away.  "My way or your way?"

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A/N: Whoa, okay so I'm usually a fluff writer, but this got my adrenaline pumping!  I just wanted to mention that NCT is such an adorable group with amazing members and that this is just an imagine AU.  I am so thankful to 8thSinofDeception for requesting this and getting me out of my comfort zone!  Part 2 coming soon :) 

Question of the imagine: What do you do when you wake up in the middle of the night with a nightmare?  When I get one, I have to stay up for a few minutes and drink water and calm myself down and remind myself that it never happened.  But nightmares are still really scary!  What do you do to fight them?