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just randomly skz related things i wrote. some ships, some friendships, some exes and angst, anything rlly ig ᡣ𐭩
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IS IT A CRIME? -------˖⁺. ༶ ❤︎ ⋆˙⊹ ෆ ⊹˙⋆❤︎ ༶ .⁺˖-------
TW: DEATH, HOMOPHOBIA, GUN USAGE (thanks to adelethebell89742 on quo for the request)
༉‧₊˚🖤 — Idrk how to describe this read the warnings ig.😭
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No. The answer is no.
Being in love is not a crime.
Lee Minho had committed several crimes throughout his mafia career, but being in love was not one he was guilty of.
Despite everyone treating him like a murderer —which he was — for simply for loving another male, it was not against the law to love, and Minho knew this.
So, why is he unable to brush this haunting thought off his mind? Why must this thought continuously eat away at him day after day after day, never filling itself, always hungry for Minho's worry?
The faint sound of mumbling is heard from the other side of Minho's black office door. You can practically see his nonexistent cat ears perk up as he's snatched from the tight clutch of his thoughts, and the golden door knob slowly twists open.
"Chan's here with the money." A soft voice floats across the cold, dull, black office. The voice of his lover soothes Minho, washing away his anxiety as if it were meaningless scribbles in the sand swept away by the tide.
"Tell him to leave it on the table upfront." He sighs, his veiny hands combing through his brunette bangs.
"What's wrong? You look stressed." The boy runs to Minho's side, stroking his arm at a slow and comforting pace. Tensed muscles begin to calm.
"Nothing," Minho grumbles, but then Jisung tilts his chin up, pouting with a knowing look on his face. "It's just that my father..."
"Forget your father!" He exclaims, tugging on Minho's solid black dress shirt. "What'd he say this time—you're not fit to be a mafia boss? Because you are, and soon you'll be running the best damn gang in the country!" He furiously begins to rant about his hatred for Minho's—iin Jisung's words—idiotic and extremely aggravating father.
"Thank you, baby." Minho simply whispers into Jisung's ears, holding him tightly and urging the boy to slip into his lap.
