Bullets | Lee Taeyong • Mafia AU •

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Y/N was back upstairs, touring with Lucas after he had completely snubbed her question on who Hansol was. But now that she knew his name, there was no way she would not find out.

"This," He gestured with his large hands to a door down the hall from his and next to Ten's, "is the room you'll stay in. It's the closest room to Taeyong's because he wants to keep an eye on you. But it isn't ready yet." He pulled her hand back as she made to turn the door knob. "So you'll probably be in one of our rooms' until then."

"Excuse me?" Y/N questioned, venom dripping from her words as she turned to him afronted.

"What?" He questioned innocently, yet the smirk that pulled on his lips stated otherwise.

"That is so not happening." And without another word, she turned and began to walk down the hall, much to the boy's confusion.

"Where are you going? You don't even know your way around here." He drawled as he leisurely swaggered behind her, almost amused. She turned to face him, walking backwards as she did so.

"You would be surprised at my memory, Huang Xuxi." Y/N huffed confidently before turning and hitting a solid brick wall. It was breathing. The female could guess who it was without even opening her eyes as she hit the ground with a thud, and almost groaned in frustration, wishing it had been anyone else. "Lee Taeyong."

"What's with the full names, love? You've already been in my room with me in the dark. I don't think there's any formalities after that." He mused as she glared up at him, his eyes danced with blazing mischief, his bright white teeth tugging on his lower lip.

What he expected was her to get flustered, a blush at least. What he did not expect was a kick to the shins to bring him tumbling down right beside her as she stood up. "Funny how even the slightest things get guys' so excited."

Lucas seemed to be surpressing the urge to burst, his face had redenned as he held onto his ribs. His hand covered the light laughter he couldn't hold in as he witnessed the current situation. Taeyong's eyes flashed. He wasn't happy.

"Me? Excited? Over that? Oh no, love, now you're being delirious. I make the rules around here, and for that, how about you stay in my room? You know, for my 'excitement' as you called it." The male seethed despite the pink tint on his nose. She scoffed.

"I'd rather sleep on the floor."

"Like I'd let you sleep on my bed." He rolled his eyes, pulling himself back up so he now towered over her.

"You'd kill to have me in your bed, Lee Taeyong."

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She could not sleep in the same room as him. She could not fall asleep, she could not let him see her state during her daily night terror. She paced back and forth in front of the room, her teeth gnawing on her lips and pulling at the skin. Taeyong had already gone in a while back, muttering something about being 'too tired to coax her into entering'.

With a final sigh of defeat, she halted, and pushed open the door. The room was dark, only illuminated by the soft glow emitting from a bedside lamp to create silhouettes. As she approached the sofa, where she assumed she would have to sleep, she found it already occupied. He looked so innocent when he slept, the warm glow highlighted his features and made him appear statuesque in its light.

Y/N found the bed already made up, awaiting its occupant, a small paper resting on the pillow. She picked it up, squinting to make out the small, neat handwriting and almost laughed out loud when she read it.

'stop staring at me sleep, its creepy. i know i'm irresistible.'

A soft, rare smile caressed her lips as she nestled into the warm covers, feeling almost guilty at the sight of him on the sofa. As her eyes observed him, the constant reminders telling her to not fall asleep drifted away, along with her consciousness.