Almost Deadly Desserts Pt.3
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Pairing: Mafia!Taehyung x Reader
Summary: Taehyungās men accidentally kidnapped the daughter of a baker instead of the daughter of their rival.
āIām trying to work here,ā you snapped, feeling annoyed at the breathing distraction sitting on a stool behind you.
The high-pitched whistling came to an abrupt stop, making you sigh out in relief.
āWell, arenāt you moody,ā Taehyung muttered.
Youāre eyes shifted to a scowl. Whirling around on your heel, you turned to face him, a rubber spatula covered in bright pink icing gripped in your hand.Ā
āI am not moody! You are simply just annoying. Besides, donāt you have somewhere better to be?ā
āNope,ā Taehyung cooed, popping theĀ āp.ā
A low groan escaped your throat as you shot him a glare,Ā āYouāve been attached at my hip for a week now. Iām getting sick of you.ā
An amused chuckle erupted from Taehyungās chest, which only sent more waves of annoyance flooding through you. How can your misery be so entertaining to him?
āYou know,ā his teasing voice started while he slowly stood from the stool, āYouāre so cute when you pretend to hate me.ā
He took slow steps in your direction, the familiar shit-eating grin plastered on his face. Memories of a few days ago played themselves in your mind. His body pressed against yours. The intoxicating scent of his cologne. The way his eyes flickered down to your lips.Ā An unwanted blush crept up onto your cheeks, painting the flesh in a dark rosy colour.Ā
āS-Stay right where you are, or I swear, I will use this,ā you warned, mentally cursing yourself for stuttering.Ā
āOh really, and if I donāt listen? What are you going to do .. Beat me with frosting, perhaps?ā
His movements towards you never stopped, not even when he was nearly two feet from you. Not wanting him any closer, you jerked the spatula towards him, a chunk of buttercream flying off in his direction. A short gasp left your lips, quickly followed by a snicker.
The hot pink icing splattered against the expensive fabric of Taehyungās button-up.
He glanced down at his shirt then gradually back at you, a playful yet sinister look dancing across his features.
āOh, youāre going to get it now.ā
Letting out a choked squeal, you bolted from the kitchen to the dining area. Zigzagging along, you hoped to lose him amongst the tables and chairs. But all hopes were lost when a pair of arms wrapped themselves around your waist, lifting you off of the ground.Ā
āThatās really all you got, sweetheart? And here I thought you would put up a better chase.ā
āHey,ā you scolded, squirming in his grasp,Ā āItās not my fault that your legs are way longer than mine. Now put me down!ā
To your surprise, he obliged, gently lowering you down back onto the comfort of the ground. Although, he kept an arm securely snaked around your waist. Using his free hand, he pushed away the locks of hair which covered the soft skin of your neck.
āI think you owe me an apology,ā he muttered, his voice surprisingly dropping in octaves.
You couldnāt stop yourself from gasping once you felt his hot breathe tickle your skin. His lips then attached themselves to your neck, peppering tender kisses up to your jaw.
You stood temporarily stunned, your back pressed against his chest, melting under the feeling of his lips roaming the sensitive skin of your neck.
But the sensation of his teeth roughly nipping at the delicate flesh broke you from your trance.
āH-Hey,ā you snapped, āNo way, man!ā
Waves of painful stings flooded through Taehyungās hand and arm as you slapped them repeatedly; until he had no choice but to finally unravelled his grip on your waist.
āHoly shit, you hit hard,ā he grumbled, rubbing the burning skin.
āYeah, well, you deserved it, you ā¦ perverted giraffe!ā
The annoyed glare slowly shifted to an entertained grin upon seeing your features. The dark pink colour painting itself across your cheeks. The small crimson mark peaking through tuffs of your hair.
āWoohoo,ā you whistled, āStop staring at me like that!ā
āI donāt feel like it, sweetheart. Youāre just too captivating.ā
Your hand reached down, preparing to take off one of your shoes, but the obnoxious blaring noise of Taehyungās ringtone interrupted your violent plan. Letting out a muffled groan, he reluctantly looked away from your flustered and agitated form to answer the call.
āWhat could you possibly want,ā he asked the person on the other line, clearly disinterested.
You couldnāt hear what the person on the other line was saying, but you watched carefully as Taehungās expression grew deadly. The phone call ended a few short moments later. Silence hung thick in the air.
āI want you to go home early tonight,ā he finally spoke,Ā āLock all your doors and stay put.ā
āWhat? No way! I have a job to do, you know. I wonāt just stop what Iām doing because you told me so.ā
āI mean it, Y/n. Donāt make me tell you twice.ā
The seriousness of his tone was unwavering. You were taken back at first, heās only ever called you by your actual name once. Fizzling under his authoritative aura, you hesitantly nodded your head.
Satisfied with your answer, Taehyung stepped away, heading straight for the door.
āHey,ā you called out after him.
He slightly turned towards you, an eyebrow firmly raised. You grabbed a small towel, tossing it his way.
āI donāt know where youāre going, but I feel like you want to be scary .. so you should probably wipe the bubblegum pink off your clothes.ā
A smile tugged at his lips,Ā āThanks, sweetheart. And donāt forget, go home.ā
Then he turned on his heel with the towel clutched in his hands, and disappeared out the door. Stomping your foot on the ground, you crossed your arms across your chest.
āGo home.ā Who does he think he is? My boss?ā
Your voice suddenly paused as an idea popped into your head. Glancing towards the kitchen, a faint smirk stretched across your lips.
āI mean, it wouldnāt hurt just to quickly finish up that cake.ā
You donāt know how much time truly passed when you finally finished decorating the clientās cake.
Smiling with content, you carefully lowered it into a thin cardboard box then carried it over to the fridge. Just then, the jingling sound of bells rang through the bakery causing you to be struck with confusion.
āTaehyung,ā you called out, heading into the main area,Ā āDad?ā
Youāre voice quietly trailed off once you looked around. The room was seemingly empty. No shadows. No voices. No people. Just empty rows of tables and chairs.
Without warning, theĀ sound of a gun cocking bounced off the walls around you. A ring of cold metal pressed itself painfully against your temple, then an unfamiliar voice spoke out.
āAh, so youāre Kim Taehyungās cute little baker .. How nice it is to finally meet you.ā
|| Sorry guys, I would have posted this sooner, but I rewrote it about 3 or 4 times, so I really hope itās alright! š» ||
