The Black rose (Minsung ff)

The rose ball

The Rose Ball had finally arrived, and with it came an aura of elegance and extravagance that wrapped the night in an enchanting spell. The grand halls of the Black Roses Mansion were transformed into a realm of opulence, adorned with crimson and gold decorations, crystal chandeliers sparkling above like stars scattered across a velvet sky.

Every powerful mafia family in the world under the black roses control had gathered, their presence a testament to the strength and authority Minho wielded.

Among the crowd, the atmosphere crackled with anticipation. Jisung had been preparing for this moment, albeit reluctantly. Despite the underlying anxiety that had gripped him, Felix was determined to make the experience unforgettable.

"Come on, Jisung! You have to try this on!" Felix beamed, holding up a striking red suit. It was a bold choice, embodying the essence of the night—the Red Rose, a symbol of power and allure.

Jisung hesitated, his fingers brushing the fabric as he felt the weight of the moment. "Are you sure Minho won't mind us using his card?"

Felix waved his hand dismissively, a mischievous grin on his face. "Please! It's not like he'd care He's a billionaire. Besides, this is your night! You deserve to look amazing."

With that, they made their way to the fitting room, laughter echoing as Jisung reluctantly slipped into the suit. When he emerged, the reflection in the mirror left him breathless. The suit hugged small waist, the vibrant red complementing his complexion.

"See? You look stunning! You're going to turn heads tonight," Felix assured him, his eyes sparkling with excitement.

As the night unfolded, Jisung found himself standing at the entrance of the ballroom, flanked by two imposing bodyguards—his own security detail for the night. Minho had made it clear that Jisung was to be protected at all costs, a privilege only extended to him apart from the Black Roses.

Taking a deep breath, Jisung stepped into the lavish ballroom, and immediately, all eyes were on him. The whispers began, hushed tones reverberating through the crowd as guests exchanged glances. "Who is that?" "Is that the new favorite?"

Heat rushed to Jisung's cheeks as he felt the weight of their stares, a mix of admiration and curiosity. He was acutely aware of the significance of the red suit he wore, symbolizing his unique place in Minho's world. Yet, amidst the admiration, he felt a wave of anxiety wash over him.

Minho stood at the center of the room, a commanding figure, surrounded by the other mafia heads. He was effortlessly charismatic, drawing people into his orbit, but there was an unspoken rule—their conversations required Jisung's permission.

The reality of it struck Jisung, and he felt the heat of embarrassment rise within him. He had no experience with this world, and the pressure of it was suffocating. As laughter and music filled the air, Jisung's heart began to race, and soon, he found himself retreating outside, seeking solace in the garden.

"Please, just give me a minute," he pleaded with his bodyguards, who hesitated but ultimately stayed back as he stepped into the moonlit garden.

The soft glow of the moon illuminated the flowers, casting a serene light that enveloped him. Jisung sat on a bench, his mind racing. Why had he agreed to this? The grand spectacle of the ball was beautiful, yet it felt foreign and overwhelming. He closed his eyes, trying to calm the storm within.

"Hey, you okay?" A voice broke through his thoughts. Jisung opened his eyes to find a boy with a charming smile approaching.

"Uh, yeah, I'm fine," Jisung replied, trying to sound more confident than he felt.

"I'm Niki," the boy introduced himself, his presence easing Jisung's tension slightly. "You're one of them, right? You're the red rose."

"Sort of," Jisung replied, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. "I'm still figuring things out."

"Must be tough, huh?" Ni-ki leaned against the railing, looking out at the garden. "Be careful with The black rose, though. He's not just some pretty face."

The warning sent a shiver down Jisung's spine. He wasn't sure what Ni-ki meant, but the unease settled deep within him.

"Why do you say that?" Jisung asked, his curiosity piqued despite his instinct to back away from the subject.

"He can be a maniac," Ni-ki replied, his tone serious. "Just... don't lose yourself in all this. It's easy to get caught up."

Jisung's heart raced as he absorbed the weight of Ni-ki's words. He hadn't realized how vulnerable he was in this world, and the thought frightened him.

Before Jisung could respond, Ni-ki gave him a reassuring smile. "Just be careful, okay? You've got a friend in me."

With that, The mysterious boy turned and left, leaving Jisung to ponder his words. The chill of the night seeped in, and he found himself lost in thought, staring at the moon overhead.

Moments later, the sound of footsteps drew his attention, and he turned to see Minho approaching, flanked by his bodyguards. The tension in Jisung's chest eased slightly as their eyes met, and Minho waved away the guards, who stepped back, allowing them some privacy.

"Did I miss you?" Minho asked, a teasing smile dancing on his lips as he closed the distance between them.

"I—uh, just needed some air," Jisung stammered, feeling a rush of warmth at the sight of Minho.

"Too much attention?" Minho observed, a hint of concern lacing his voice as he stepped closer, his gaze intense.

Jisung nodded, suddenly aware of how close they were, the air thick with an unspoken tension. "I didn't expect everyone to be watching me like that."

"They're all just curious about you. You're my priority," Minho assured him, his voice low and soothing. "No one can touch you without my say-so. No one can talk to me without your permission either."

Jisung's heart skipped at the protectiveness in Minho's tone, a part of him thrilled by the attention while another part felt trapped. "I don't want to be a spectacle."

"Too late for that, my little red rose," Minho chuckled, the endearment sending butterflies fluttering in Jisung's stomach. "You look incredible tonight."

"Thanks," Jisung murmured, his gaze dropping to the ground as he fought to contain the flush creeping up his neck.

Minho took a step closer, lifting Jisung's chin gently to meet his gaze. The intensity of Minho's eyes left him breathless, and the world around them faded.

"Can I kiss you?" Minho asked, his voice a low whisper, filled with desire.

Jisung's heart raced as he nodded, and in an instant, Minho closed the distance, capturing Jisung's lips with his own. The kiss started softly, a gentle brush of lips that ignited a fire within him. As Jisung leaned into Minho, the kiss deepened, a mix of passion and urgency.

Feeling bold, Minho pulled Jisung closer, wrapping his arms around him as he lifted him off the ground in a fluid motion. Jisung gasped in surprise, their lips still connected as Minho carried him towards the mansion, his heart pounding in excitement and trepidation.

"hyung, where are we going?" Jisung managed to ask between kisses, breathless and exhilarated.

"To my room," Minho replied with a smirk, his eyes glinting with mischief. 

As they crossed the threshold into the mansion, the sounds of the ball faded away, leaving only the rhythm of Jisung's heartbeat echoing in his ears.

Minho's room was a sanctuary as always, dimly lit and filled with an air of intimacy that left Jisung feeling both anxious and exhilarated. The door closed behind them, sealing off the outside world as Minho set him down gently.

In that moment, surrounded by the warmth of Minho's presence, Jisung felt a mix of emotions swirling within him—confusion, longing, fear. But above all, he felt alive.