Minsung↪𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 ☑

𝟏. 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐑𝐨𝐬𝐞

"Here, this is your last chance."

A handgun is placed in his palm as he looks at the man in confusion.

The man slowly holds his arms in the direction of his father, finger resting on the trigger.

He flinches when the gun goes off, a bullet flying right into his father's chest.

The man laughs loudly, backing up and raising his hands above his head when the boy shakily aims at him.

"Come on, shoot me! What? Are you scared....haha!"

The boy breaks down as he slumps on the wooden planks, the gun slipping out of his hands.

Tears and blood staining his face and clothes as his head dunked down in despair.

The man just smirks, picking the gun lying beside the fragile boy as he waves with a sick grin and stomps out, laughing.

Sobs ring through the silent and messy house as the boy crawls to his father's lifeless body and tightly grabs ahold of his cold hand.

"Dad, don't worry. I'll take your revenge."

He kisses the back of his father's hand, hissing as he held a chair for support before getting on his trembling feet.

He looks down at his father's chest, blood pooling all around and then at his hands.

He just realized he was the one who pulled the trigger, who held the gun—who aimed at him.

He brings his hands to cover his face again crying over his faith. He couldn't have killed his own father.

His swollen eyes slit open as he glares at the open front door—from where the man left.

He proceeds to cover his father's bloody body with a cloth and drags himself up after shutting the door.

He strips out of his sweaty and bloody sweater and slacks and hops into a warm shower.

He rotates the faucet, noticing the blood piling in his nail beds as he almost cries again.

Hot water hits his frail and weak body as he rinses his hair and body, getting rid of the blood and memories.

His head was still clouded with the image of the evil man and his pitiful father, who faced death.

He shakes his head, letting himself get carried away by the water dripping on top of him.

He finishes quickly after, stepping out wiping himself clean.

Grabbing a fresh pair of clothes, he dresses himself lazily, not feeling too well.

He rubs his wet hair with a towel, letting them fall over his scarred forehead.

The scar the man left on him, when his knife 'accidentally' slid over his forehead.

He then strides down again, his nose scrunching at the foul smell of blood soaking the wood.

He sits on the table, contemplating whether he should call the authorities and report.

His eyes stop on the small ring, shining in the corner of the room with lettering.

He walks over— hunching and investigating the ring and reads the letters,

'Black Rose.'

His eyes flash as he realized this was the mafia his father told him about.

The one his father, as an officer was assigned to catch.

He held the ring in his hand, stuffing it in his pocket. He sighs as he decides not to report.

Even though his father would have wanted him to. He wanted vengeance.

He had a strong will to kill every single person involved in his father's death.

He then lurks around the house, looking for his phone as he calls some people to carry his father to a graveyard.

He finishes the procession of the funeral and drives back home.

He harshly wipes the tears that kept leaking out of his numb eyes as he banged the door.

He cleans the house, mopping the bloody floor. Arranging the various objects that were thrown around the room.

Once he was done, he took out the garbage, dabbing his sweat with the sleeve of his shirt.

He then enters the house, storming back into his room.

It felt different. Empty. Weird. Lonely.

He plunges into his bed, his face squished in his pillow as tears slowly run down his cheeks.

He digs his face deeper into the soft cushion, remembering how the place was filled with happiness only hours ago.

He punches the mattress, harder and harder, shrill screams tore out of his throat and tears dampened his face.

Hours passed by and he couldn't escape the loop of mourning.

Until his shrieks died down, his hands aching as the tears dried, no more left.

His eyes flash red, the face also bearing the same color due to all the crying.

He opens them wide, suddenly gets up and pulls out the ring—crushing it into his palm.

Spiky letters piercing into the skin of his palm, making it bleed slightly. However, it couldn't bother him.

"Black Rose, I'm not going to stop until I kill every single one of you! "

He yells furiously and his eyes flutter— vanishing into a deep slumber due to the exhaustion.

He falls onto the bed, sleep taking over him as he mumbles something, before he flies into his dreamland,

"Black... Rose..."

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