𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄 | 1980 (BL)

ℱ𝑜𝓊𝓇𝓉𝑒𝑒𝓃

𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄 | 1980

"Have you seen our son?" the woman said with a worried and concerned expression, while her husband stood behind her, trying to calm and comfort her. However, the wife couldn't calm down, as they were now asking Mr. Wolfgang if he knew their son's whereabouts. "I'm afraid I haven't seen your son, but we are currently looking for him," said Mr. Wolfgang, assuring them.

The woman nodded her head, sobbing as she worried about her reckless son, while the twins stood far away, not moving or showing any signs of searching for their son.

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"What?!" Beckett abruptly stood up from the stairs he was sitting on, where he had been hiding from any work...

"The guests' son couldn't be found," Shu said, running his fingers through his brown hair before giving Beckett a meaningful look. "Unless something happened to him or... someone might have been involved."

"Are you suggesting that I am responsible for their son's disappearance?!" Beckett exclaimed in disbelief, causing Shu to chuckle. "You seem irritated by him, so it wouldn't be surprising," Shu said teasingly, which only deepened Beckett's frown as he threw his hands up in the air.

"So now you're blaming me?!"

Beckett's eyes widened in anger as he clenched his fist, and Shu noticed, glancing at Beckett's fist and then back at his face. Shu scoffed, "Why are you so angry?"

"What the hell are you dragging me into?" Beckett gritted at the younger man, causing Shu to burst into laughter. This reaction caught Beckett off guard, fueling his anger even more. "My god, you're terrifying when you're mad," the younger man cackled. Beckett seethed internally, trying to maintain his composure in front of this boy who had been getting on his nerves.

As Shu's laughter subsided, his eyes turned sharp, and he locked his gaze with Beckett's, causing Beckett's angry expression to falter as he looked away. Shu took a step forward, standing in front of Beckett, and grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, causing Beckett to slightly bend down to Shu's head level. Shu's face came close to Beckett's ear, and he whispered, "I was just teasing you..." Shu chuckled softly, while Beckett clenched his jaw in response. Shu then released his grip and looked at Beckett with a satisfied smile before stepping back.

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"Oh, my dear," he called,
His lover's hand turned cold.
What he saw never grows old,
Oh, thrown down to his lover it was,
Floating lifelessly in the Red River, oh hey ho.

Muffled screams and cries couldn't be heard due to the thick walls. The young man whistled the same old tune as he readied himself, putting on his surgical gloves, the sound of which echoed against his skin as he trailed his fingers on the silver trolley where his surgical tools were.

The teenage boy helplessly let out muffled screams and cries as he was tied down on the cold ground, with duct tape over his mouth, around his wrists, and ankles, rendering him immobile.