𝐋𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐚 𝐟𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐞 || 𝐒𝐞𝐨𝐤𝐬𝐨𝐨

Chapter Twenty-two

Seokmin trudged down the familiar sidewalk from his office, the weight of his cases and responsibilities pressing down on him. The sun was dipping low, casting a golden hue over the bustling city, and he quickened his pace. His thoughts were preoccupied with the evening routine when something - someone - caught his eye near the preschool entrance.

There, in stark contrast to the mundane scenery, stood Joshua. The notorious mafia figure, dressed in a crimson ensemble that accentuated every curve of his well-sculpted body. His crop top clung to his toned torso, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of his midriff. The fabric shimmered, catching the light in a way that made it look almost ethereal. Joshua's long, silky hair cascaded down his back, framing his angelic face with an almost otherworldly glow. His eyes, a deep and mesmerizing brown, were framed by lashes so long and thick they seemed unreal. His lips, full and painted a tempting shade of red, curved into a smile that could stop hearts.

Seokmin's breath hitched as he took in the sight. All thoughts of enmity evaporated in that moment, replaced by a raw, unbidden appreciation for Joshua's beauty. Joshua's presence was magnetic, his movements fluid and graceful. He seemed to glide rather than walk, and Seokmin found himself unable to look away.

Joshua's eyes flicked towards Seokmin, and their gazes locked. A slow, knowing smile spread across Joshua's lips as he began to sway his hips more deliberately, exaggerating the sensual rhythm of his steps. Seokmin's heart pounded in his chest, the sound almost deafening in his ears. The world seemed to narrow down to just the two of them, a bubble of charged electricity hanging in the air.

It was only when his child, holding Joshua's hand, came into full view that Seokmin snapped out of his trance. Panic surged through him, and he hurried forward, his protective instincts kicking in. He reached out and gently pulled his child away from Joshua, cradling the little one to his chest. Joshua's smile never wavered; instead, it grew, as if he found Seokmin's reaction amusing.

"Thank you for keeping an eye on my child," Seokmin managed to say, his voice strained but polite.

Joshua chuckled softly, a melodious sound that sent a shiver down Seokmin's spine. "Anytime," he replied, his voice smooth and velvety. He waved goodbye to the child, who, to Seokmin's surprise, waved back with a cheerful smile.

Seokmin watched, heart thudding, as Joshua turned to leave. Just before he disappeared around the corner, Joshua looked back over his shoulder and winked at Seokmin, a playful, seductive glint in his eyes.

Seokmin stood there, holding his child tightly, the encounter replaying in his mind. He couldn't deny the conflicting emotions that churned within him – fear, admiration, confusion – all tangled together. As he walked home, he knew that the image of Joshua, in his crimson splendor, would linger in his thoughts far longer than he cared to admit.

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