Mafia's Baby Boy

Mafia's Baby Boy

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They struck fear in the body of anyone that looked into their cold seemingly dead eyes and people wouldn't dare get on their bad side. Yet he didn't even spare them a glance. Maybe it was because he was to occupied trying to pry his boyfriends death grip off of his arm as he dragged him on to the elevator. Yet as the elevator landed on the second floor and the couple left the boys arm now free from the strong grip of his supposed lover the men in the elevator couldn't help but notice the pacifier that was once being tightly held in the small boys hand was now on the floor as he girl stared at it with sadness in his eyes. (Might change description soon.)
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Seokmin never liked loose ends. He liked order. Rules. Control. But Joshua Hong? He came out of nowhere and left the same way. One minute he was there - all polite smiles, gentle voice, soft sweaters and blueberry muffins. The next, he was gone. No explanations. No notes. No fucking goodbye. And no one knew anything. Not where he went. Not where he stayed. Not why Seokmin couldn't stop thinking about him.He wasn't supposed to care. He was supposed to hate him - And then that one night - the fight. The truth. The way Joshua's eyes went cold. Where he acted like they were strangers. "You don't know a damn thing about me, Seokmin." He was right. Seokmin never did.Now all he had were questions - and a growing ache in his chest that felt too close to guilt- He was supposed to be the easy one. The soft one. The safe one. So why did it feel like Joshua was the most dangerous thing he'd ever touched?

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