His Lucky Charm {Taeyong ff} NCT

Chapter 11: I Know Who You Are...

Timeskip

"Is really necessary?" I asked. "Bitch we graduate in 2 weeks," Hani said excitedly. "And finding the perfect outfit is key," Hyelin added. "Key to starting our lives in adulthood," Solji said furthermore. "So might as well start it looking hella fine." Hani chuckled. "Already found outfit for the after grad party, imma try it on," Solji said, grabbing our attention. She rushed into the dressing room and we waited for her to come out with a pink short dress. "I like it..." 

"Me too but..." I started. "But?" Solji frowned. "You could do better," Hyelin mumbled. "My turn," Yuji squealed. We all tried on a couple of dresses and soon found a perfect one, with a couple of extras😉. We walked out of the store and started walking around the mall. My phone then rang and I answered it. "Eomma-"

"Y-Y/n..." my mother's voice choked. "Eomma, what's wrong?" I asked worriedly. "T-there's someone here," she stammered. "What are you talking about?" I asked. "She's talking about me Y/n," A deep voice came onto the phone. "Who the hell is this?" The girls glanced at me concerningly. "Don't worry about it y/n, just come to the house, or do you want Jaemin to get hurt..." he threatened and my heart stopped. "Don't you fucking hurt him..." I yelled. "Noona!!" I heard his yell. "I'm coming!" He hung up and the girls looked at me. "Y/n, what's wrong?" Hyelin asked. "I'm sorry but I have to go..." I quickly ran off into my car and started driving home.

Yuji POV

"Did you hear the shit she just said guys, something is wrong..." I asked. "Yeah, should we go after her?" Hani questioned. "No, I know what to do," I pulled out my phone and texted Doyoung.

"Y/n.Trouble.Help.Her."

End of Yuji POV

Taeyong POV

I was in my room when Doyoung barged into my room. "Doyoung, what?" I uttered. "Y/n is in trouble, Yuji texted me saying she went home after yelling stuff." I stood up and grabbed my gun off the table. "I'll be back," I walked out and headed over to her place.

End of Taeyong POV

I got out of my car and opened the door. "Eomma, Jaemin..." I whispered. I walked towards the living room and saw them tied up on the floor. I rushed over to them. "Y/n, you're ok," she uttered grateful to see me. "Yes Yes," I murmured. "Noona you're here," Jaemin cried. "Yes, Noona is here," I started untying the rope around Jaemin's wrist when I was grabbed roughly. "Noona!" he yelled. "Y/n you finally came to join us." 

"Let me go," He grabbed my hands tying them behind my back, dropping me onto the floor. I groaned in pain as my knees hit the floor. "Be a good girl and shut the fuck- ah!" He fell to the ground and groaned. A foot was then placed over his head, I looked up to see Taeyong with a gun in his hand. Eomma looked at me in shock and I gulped slightly. "You stupid motherfucker, how dare you come and attack this house," Taeyong growled. "You-Argh!!!" the man groaned in pain. "Tell your bastard of a boss to never come back here, he will die if he tries." 

"A-arraseo!" Taeyong moved his foot and grabbed the man, taking him out of the house. "W-what is Taeyong doing and why does he have a gun?" eomma freaked out. "Eomma... Hyung is not a bad person," Taeyong came back and untied my mom and Jaemin's wrist. He rushed over to me and untied me and I quickly wrapped my arms around him. He pulled away and Jaemin ran towards him, hugging me.

"Get away from him!!!!" He pulled away from Jaemin and looked at her hurt. She grabbed Jaemin away from him standing up. We all stood up and she pulled me away from Taeyong. "Eomma!!" I yelled. "Who are you Taeyong, who are you!!" she screamed. "Eomma, stop!" I begged her. "What kind of person are you!!??" Taeyong looked at me and sighed.

"I am Lee Taeyong, the leader of the infamous gang NCT..." His eyes widened and she looked at me. "Did-did you know about this Y/n!?" I looked away in regret slightly and she growled. "You knew about him and still brought him around us and brought him into this house, heck you're dating him!!" she yelled, outraged. "Please don't yell at her...I chased after her..." he tried to explain. "You-you get out of my house and stay away from my family." she growled. "Mom please-"

"Wait, please I love Y/n..." Taeyong begged. "Love, you kill people!" she howled. "But that's different from who I really am, Jaemin..." Taeyong called out to him. "Hyung!" Jaemin cried. "Jaemin, be quiet! Get the hell out of my house!" she yelped. "No, he's not leaving," I pulled away from her and went towards Taeyong and held his hand. "Y/n!" He looked at me softly. "Listen to your mother... bye, Y/n." He let go of my hand and walked out of the house and I looked at my mom.

3rd person POV

"Eomma he just saved us and you just kicked him out of the house," Y/n yelled looking at her mom. "And, this is my house and he doesn't belong here..." her mother uttered. "He's done nothing wrong! He's a good person," I yelled. "Who kills people," She yelled, getting loud with Y/n. Jaemin covered his ears, not liking his older sister and mother's fight. "He isn't a bad person, you know him before then," 

"And I can see that he put on a facade, fooling us all..." she shouted. "It wasn't a facade, that's really him," I said. "You, I'm disappointed in you. How could you just bring such a dangerous man into the house, near your family?" Y/n looked at her and the words that came out of her mouth next stunned her mother. "The same way you allowed Sungjin into this house to beat the hell out of us! But the difference is Taeyong would never hurt someone who didn't deserve it!" 

She yelled and her mother's heart shattered. "You can talk about my 'mistakes' but you've done the very same. And what can I say, like mother like daughter." Y/n ran upstairs, crying and her mother looked down, tears rolling down her cheek. The sad thing was that Y/n was right, she did the same thing she didn't want her to do. Jaemin looked at his mom, crying. "Hyung was really nice and mommy is being mean!!!" He ran up the stairs and I heard a door open. "Noona..." He ran into his sister's room, leaving his mother in shame and hurt.