Minsung↪𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 ☑

𝟒. 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐭

"What is the purpose of your visit?"

Jisung scans the area, it was an abandoned building.

The exterior appeared simple, however it was miles away from the city.

Then he takes in the sight of two huge bodyguards in front—towering him.

He clears his throat, hands awkwardly wringing on his sides.

He wanted to leave a dangerous impression, but he failed. He looked childish.

"Umm...Is this Black Rose's offi—"

Before he could complete his phrase he was hammered down with a hit to the back of his head.

He faints immediately at the impact.

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"So he said Black Rose exactly?"

"Yes sir."

Two hours passed by tremendously as Jisung woke up to incoherent voices.

His eyes flicker due to bright lights flashing above him as he moves around.

His eyes open in an instant when he realizes he was bound by something.

His arms and legs were weighing down as his body was stuck on the chair where he was tied up.

Chains were embedding his wrists and ankles with red marks.

"W-wh... W-where am I?"

A stunt yet buff brunette peeps at him with small eyes full of suspicion.

He shifts feeling uncomfortable and coughs, his throat burning.

"Who are you and why are you here? How do you know about Black Rose?"

The brunette loads him with queries as he looks around the place.

It was Black Rose's office. A big black rose was carved in a white wall behind the man dreading him.

"I'm Ha-.....Haejun. Yea, I'm Kim Haejun. One of my friends told me about Black Rose. I want to join you."

Changbin rakes his eyes over the boy as he then takes in his face.

It somewhat reminded him of someone, but he couldn't exactly put a finger on it.

"We don't randomly let people join. Moreover we can't leave you because you know about us."

Changbin crosses his arms, figuring out a solution to the problem. He couldn't allow the boy to join.

Especially without Minho granting him permission.

He then sits upon his diverting thoughts.

"Well, if you want to join you'll have to qualify certain assessments. Also you can't join if our Boss doesn't want you. "

Jisung's eyes twinkle hearing about Black Rose's boss.

He was a hundred percent sure of the boss's indulgence in his father's death.

"I'll try my best. I don't have anywhere to go. Please give me a chance."

"Ok. I'll call my boss. He'll be assessing you, he's in charge of new members."

Jisung smiles sneakily, his head forming several plans to put down the boss.

The brunette leaves the dark room with the bodyguards, telling Jisung to wait.

Jisung's whines echo in the empty space as he clicks his feet impatiently.

He was dying to see who the mafia boss was. He couldn't wait.

After half an hour of swearing to the high white walls enclosing only himself on a chair he hears the door open.

He looks at the incoming figure, a blond mob of hair with a mask, catching him off-guard.
He wanted to see his face.

"Name."

It sounded like an order, more than a question. He gulps and answers.

"Kim Haejun."

"Why do you want to join? Aren't there enough jobs for pretty boys like you out there?"

Jisung jolts in his seat when his eyes meet the icy cold orbs of the other. They were emotionless and terrifying.

"Uhm...I want to. Just want to. My friend told me this sort of work brings power, respect and money. All of it."

Jisung spoke reminiscing his father's words, only quoting half of them,

"It'll earn you power, money and respect...but at the cost of other innocent lives."

The boss chuckles, his voice making shivers run down his body.

"I see. Who's this friend of yours? Name."

Again. It wasn't a question, but a demand. His mind falters but soon runs on the right track.

"Joseph."

He then praises himself for his witty response.

He had read the name on the inside of the ring, carved in the smallest way possible.

He assumed it was the man's name who senselessly shot his father—rather made him shoot his own father.

"Hmm...I'll let you take some tests before I let you in. But remember pretty boy, if you betray me you'll face the worst."

Jisung glitches and nods quickly not wanting to upset the man.

The man slowly steps towards him as he just leans back in his chair.

The man stops in front of him, leaning into his face, very close, noses touching.

His eyes propping on Jisung's doe eyes and then his lips, staying there for long.

His eyes fold slightly, indicating he was smiling crazily.

Jisung feels his hands trembling at the intense gaze.

The man then lifts his hand, finger slowly running  down the curve of Jisung's neck.

"Pretty..."

The boss slurs at the pale flesh under his fingertips.

Jisung closes his eyes not wanting to potray his weakness.

The cold finger glides over his collar bone, caressing the soft skin as it is suddenly lifted with a laugh.

The man walks back, biting his lips as he looks at the flustered boy before strutting out.

Jisung with his eyes shut firmly, lips pressed together, shudders.

His cheeks were heating up, as his neck tickled at the flimsy touch.

Clenching his jaw, he shakes his head, cursing at the man.

"Fucking pervert."

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𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘦:𝘑𝘪𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘨'𝘴 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘴 𝘏𝘢𝘦𝘫𝘶𝘯 (𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺). 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘑𝘪𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵. 𝘐𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦.