The Black rose (Minsung ff)

Echos in the dark

(Third person pov)

Jisung's breathing quickened, his eyes darting around the small, dim cell. The bandage on his leg was soaked with pain, and his neck still throbbed from the strange burning sensation. He was trying to calm himself down, but every time he blinked, the memories of the torture resurfaced-their voices, the questions, the way his body screamed in agony. He didn't know how much longer he could take it.

"I need to get out of here" He said, almost like a whisper. His throat was sore and dry due to crying for hours.

But even as the thought crossed his mind, Jisung knew there was no escape. The Black Roses were everywhere. They had him now, and there was no telling what they were planning to do next. His heart pounded louder in his chest, the sound filling his ears.

Just as panic set in, the cell door creaked open.

Jisung's head shot up, his body tensing. His immediate instinct was to move, but the chains around his wrists and ankles restricted him. His eyes adjusted to the dim light as a figure stepped inside.

It wasn't Minho this time.

Instead, it was one of the guards, faceless in the shadows, but his presence alone was enough to make Jisung's stomach churn. The guard didn't speak as he approached, but the heavy footsteps echoed in the silence, creating an oppressive atmosphere that made it hard to breathe.

Jisung swallowed hard, trying to steady his voice. "W-What do you want?"

The guard said nothing. He simply set down a tray of food in front of Jisung and turned to leave. His face remained expressionless, his eyes not even bothering to meet Jisung's. To him, Jisung was just another prisoner... Atleast for now.

But as the guard turned away, something inside Jisung snapped. He couldn't stay silent anymore, not after everything he had been through.

"Wait!" Jisung called out, his voice cracking. The guard stopped, but didn't turn around.

"I... I need to know," Jisung stammered, the words tumbling out of him. "What are they going to do to me? What's going to happen now?"

The guard didn't answer right away, but after a beat of silence, he muttered, "You'll find out soon enough."

And with that, he stepped out, the door closing with a heavy thud that left Jisung feeling even more alone than before.

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Jisung sat there for what felt like hours, staring blankly at the tray in front of him. Even though his stomach growled in protest, he couldn't bring himself to eat. The tension inside him was too strong, the anxiety gnawing at him from every angle. The food could be poisoned for gods sake.

He thought of Felix, of the documents, of the night this all started. He wished he had never opened that damn box. None of this would have happened if he hadf just left it alone. He really wasn't cut out for this kind of world-the world of crime lords, secrets, and danger.

His eyes flickered to the corner of the cell, where the vase of black roses stood, the dark petals nearly blending into the shadows. But there was still that one red rose standing out amongst them. Jisung didn't understand why it was there, or what it meant. But every time he looked at it, a strange, unsettling feeling curled in his chest.

As if it was a warning. Or maybe a promise. But jisung knew it had a meaning to it, or he was just overthinking because he was going insane.

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Time blurred as Jisung tried to stay awake, his mind racing with thoughts of escape, of survival. But exhaustion was creeping up on him, and before he knew it, his eyes began to droop. The flickering light above him was the last thing he saw before sleep claimed him.

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Jisung woke with a start.

His heart was pounding, his body drenched in cold sweat. For a moment, he didn't know where he was. The darkness of the cell felt suffocating, like it was closing in on him. His breath came in shallow gasps as he struggled to pull himself out of the fog of sleep.

It wasn't a dream.

He was still here. Still trapped. He had nightmares of the torture.

The wound in his leg throbbed again, as he let out a pained scream, reminding him of the torture he had endured, the questions he couldn't answer. How did you get those documents? Who are you working with? Where are the documents now?

They didn't believe him when he said he didn't know. And now, Jisung was paying the price. This was fate for jisung.

He shifted his position, wincing as pain shot through his body. His leg had been treated, but it still hurt along with the rest of him too. His muscles were sore from being confined for so long, and the tightness around his wrists and ankles from the chains made it impossible to get comfortable.

He knew something was coming, and it screamed danger. He had to be careful of everything he said, everything he did. The memories of the torture left him traumatized, he he'd rather die then endure it again.

Jisung felt tired.. He could hardly get sleep before he woke up again and again because of the nightmares. The brown haired boy felt trapped, he was tired.. Exhausted.. Exhausted of everything.

Parts of his past appeared in his nightmares, he promised himself never to be weak again. He promised he'd never let anything hurt him again after what happened.. The poor boy was scared for life.