Y/N P.O.V
Taeyong had came home soon after. I didn't wanna bother him because he looked pissed."Do you want something to eat?" I asked him going up to him, trying to hug him.
"Leave me alone Y/N," he pushed me away and went into the room. He didn't say hi to me or Naeun. Yuta walked up the stairs. I was staring at Taeyong walk off. Yuta hugged me.
"What's up with him?" I asked. Yuta let go of me and picked up Naeun.
"He's been moody." He gave Naeun a kiss. Minwoo came out of her room with Chaeyoung, she made eye contact with Taeyong. She looked shocked. She walked over with Chaeyoung. Chaeyoung is now 4.
"He gave me some sort of death glare. Is he okay?" She said. Chaeyoung and Naeun ran off into the arcade game with Kun.
"Yuta said he's been moody. But every time he's moody, he would usually hug me, but he just pushed me away.
"You should talk to him Y/N. This isn't a healthy relationship if he's doing that." She patted my back. I nodded and walked into the room. Taeyong was there sitting on the bed texting away.
"Have I made you mad? I'm sorry for whatever I did." I walked up to him. He nodded his head no and turned off his phone.
"I'm sorry. I'm just tired. Where is Naeun?" He got up and hugged me. He's hiding something, he's lying. I can tell by the look on his face.
"She's with Chaeyoung and Kun in the arcade room. You should eat and rest? What do you want to eat. I can make you a sandwich. (Oh sorry I was waiting for you to make me a sandwich. I miss vine.)
"No I'll go see Naeun and go take a small nap. I'll make dinner with you tonight okay?" I nodded my head. He kissed me on my forehead. We went to the arcade to find Kun and Doyoung competing in basketball. Kun has won and earned a slap on the shoulder by Doyoung. We laughed at them, the girls were playing the game where you throw balls (😏) to knock down clowns. Taeyong and Doyoung was watching them, both crossing their arms. Both of them got a tied score. We laughed and Naeun hurriedly looked behind her.
"Dad!" Naeun yelled and hugged Taeyong. Taeyong lifted her up and hugged her tightly. "You're hurting me dad," she said and laughed. Taeyong put her down.
"Gosh Kun, when are you going to have kids." I told him and put my hand on his shoulder. He shook his head and smiled. "Never, you tripping if you think I am. All these girls want me, but I don't want them." We all burst out laughing.
"What girls? Don't remember you even talking to women." I said and almost fell on the floor. Naeun tugged on my shirt, meaning she wanted something.
"Yes? You want something?" I bent down to her level. "Yogurt," she said. Naeun is 2. I got pregnant with her 2 weeks in our honeymoon. Yeah Taeyong's pull out game is weak, but at least we had 2 weeks of fun then one and a half week of me finding out I was pregnant and we had to go back home because of a mission. "I'll get the yogurt for my princess." Taeyong said picking her up and going to the kitchen.
"Y/N I need to tell you something. Taeyong is-" Doyoung was cut off by Yuta. "Whiskey tonight?" He said. I saw Doyoung get smacked by Yuta in the ass. "Sure, I could use a drink." Chaeyoung tugged Doyoung by his shirt. "What's whiskey?" He smiled and picked her up. "An adult drink you don't need to have." He said with a kiss on her cheek.
Skip to when they're eating.
Taeyong was on his phone again, smiling and texting away. "Taeyong can you please get off your phone. We're eating." I told him. Everyone looking at him. "Mind your own fucking business." He said. He doesn't usually curse in front of kids, especially Naeun and Chaeyoung.
"What the fuck is up with you these days?! You haven't been answering my texts nor my calls! Naeun missed you when you were gone. You know who was the person who kept me updated while you refused to talk to me? Yuta! That really shows something doesn't it?" I slammed my hands onto the table and stood up.
"Well maybe if you calm the fuck down and let me explain. I was busy! I'm literally the leader of a fucking 21 member group that's gonna have even more members soon! I'm tired as it is giving orders and shit! Maybe if you would just stop complaining. I'm tired as it is!" He screamed at the other end from me.
"That doesn't explain shit when you don't even answer my text! If Yuta isn't busy at the time then you aren't. Stop being such an asshole!" I walked away from the table and put my plate in the sink. Fuck this shit.
"Mommy!" I heard Naeun call me. I didn't even bother looking behind because I knew they were staring at me. I walked upstairs and grabbed clothes to wash up. I don't even dare to even fucking lay in the same damn bed as him. Naeun can sleep with whoever she wants, but I'm not fucking sleeping with him. It's like he doesn't even care about our family anymore. I washed up and went into the room where I first stayed in when I met them. I heard a knock.
"Come in!" Minwoo came in the room.
"You okay babes?" She said patting my back.
"Bullshit. Absolutely bullshit." I said. Tears soon came down my cheeks. Minwoo wiped them and fixed my hair.
"He's an ass. You should rest up." She wiped my tears
"I need Naeun." I got up and spotted Naeun holding Taeyong's hand.
"Are you sleeping with mommy or daddy?" I asked her. "Both!" She said.
"Mommy isn't sleeping with daddy. Mommy or daddy?" Taeyong let go of her hand and made eye contact with me.
"Daddy...." she said. I nodded and went back into the room. "Y/N wait-" I ignored him. I locked the door.
"She's sleeping with Taeyong?" I nodded. "Well I gotta go. Chaeyoung is probably waiting for me so she could sleep. I'll check on you tomorrow." She walked out the door and I locked the door again. I went straight to sleep.
Taeyong P.O.V
I messed up terribly."Why isn't mommy sleeping with us?" Naeun asked while drinking her milk.
"Mommy is mad at me. She'll probably sleep with us tomorrow okay?" She nodded and fell straight to sleep. What the fuck have I done to our family?!
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My Mafia 2 ||Lee Taeyong||
RomanceAfter two years of marriage, a beautiful child named Naeun came, and being a successful mafia. One day, my loving husband became my most hated husband. Ignoring me, our child, calls and messages. Not even his best friends, our gang members talked to...