The Black rose (Minsung ff)

Memories That haunt you

The morning came with a gentle knock on the door, stirring Jisung from his restless sleep. His eyes fluttered open as a group of maids entered the room quietly, bringing in a fresh set of clothes.

The room, despite its luxurious black theme and massive space, felt more like a gilded cage with the chain still clasped around his ankle.

"Good morning, sir. We've brought your clothes," one of the maids said softly as she approached the bed. The others followed, setting down a pile of neatly folded clothing—comfy, casual, but still pristine.

Jisung mumbled a small "thanks" as the maids helped him get showered and dressed into the fresh outfit. Their hands moved with trained precision, yet there was a lingering gentleness, as if they knew they had to treat him with utmost care.

Once dressed, they stepped back and one of them quickly reattached the chain to his leg, securing it before stepping away, leaving Jisung bound yet again.

Just as he was beginning to process the quiet of the morning, the door swung open, and in walked Felix. Jisung's eyes immediately narrowed in a mix of anger and betrayal. The sight of Felix—a boy who once seemed kind and carefree—felt like a punch to the gut.

He couldn't help the sting of hurt that simmered under his skin. He wanted to yell, wanted to lash out, but the confrontation left him frozen.

Felix, sensing the tension, offered a small, apologetic smile. "Jisung... I know you're upset. But I need you to understand, it wasn't personal."

"Not personal?" Jisung spat, his voice low but filled with frustration. "You tricked me. You worked for him all along. You... you were part of this. How is any of that not personal?"

Felix's face softened, his expression pained. "It was never meant to be like this. Minho hyung—he made me do it. I've known him for years, and I owe him... a lot. But that doesn't mean I don't care about you, Jisung. I do. More than you know." Felix hesitated, searching Jisung's face for any hint of forgiveness.

"Care about me?" Jisung let out a bitter laugh. "How could you care about me and still do this? They tortured me lix, They shot my leg, it still hurts so much. I'm trying to be strong.. I won't survive this. You knew this would happen and you let it." .

Felix flinched at the sharpness and emotion in Jisung's tone but didn't back down. "It wasn't supposed to happen like that. I didn't want you to get hurt, but sometimes..." He hesitated, struggling to find the right words. "Sometimes, in this world, we don't get a choice."

Jisung's breath hitched at the word 'choice,' his mind momentarily flashing back to something darker, something buried deep in his past. His chest tightened, and suddenly, the room felt too small. He took a shaky step back, feeling like the walls were closing in on him.

Felix noticed the change in Jisung's demeanor, his usually bright eyes dimming with fear. "Jisung... what is it? What's wrong?"

Jisung shook his head, blinking rapidly to push away the memories that threatened to surface. "It's nothing."

But Felix wasn't convinced. "It's not nothing," he pressed gently, stepping closer. "Whats going on ji? I know something happened, I always wondered why you were so scared of being controlled, of losing your freedom."

Jisung swallowed hard, avoiding Felix's gaze. "I don't want to talk about it."

"I get that," Felix said quietly, "but I think Minho's the last person who'd want you to feel like you're trapped again."

Jisung's heart raced at Felix's words, the memories clawing their way back to the surface. The cold, dark cell. The voices. The sharp pain. The sound of chains rattling. He could still hear it sometimes in his sleep—the place where his nightmares came from.

These memories weren't from the recent torture though, It was from The mafia that took him, that ruined everything, before they were wiped out by someone even more ruthless.

"I was... I was taken once before," Jisung confessed, his voice barely audible. "By another group. They—they kept me locked away for months. I didn't think I'd survive."

Felix's eyes widened, his heart sinking as he realized the gravity of what Jisung had been through. "Ji, oh my god.."

"They were destroyed eventually," Jisung continued, his voice hollow, as if recalling the memories from a distance. "But not before they had their fun with me. I was only 16. They didn't care. The leader he craved to control, Thankfully I wasn't assulted sexually though.. but it was horrible, it was torture."

Felix's fists clenched at his sides, anger rising in him for what Jisung had gone through. He stepped forward, his voice softer now, laced with concern. "I had no idea. I'm sorry, Jisung. No one deserves that."

Jisung closed his eyes, taking a deep breath to steady himself. He wasn't used to talking about it, wasn't used to letting anyone in. But hearing Felix's voice, so full of regret, stirred something in him.

"I just... I can't go through that again," Jisung admitted, his voice shaking slightly. "I can't be someone's prisoner. Even worse, W-what if the black rose sexually assaults me? lix he's in love with me.. I barely survived going through that before, I can't do this. "

Felix reached out, hesitating for a moment before placing a hand on Jisung's shoulder. "Minho's not like them. I know it's hard to believe, but he's not. If he wanted you as a prisoner, you wouldn't be here now, you'd be dead. He wouldn't be... this close to you."

Jisung blinked, his eyes softening just a fraction. He didn't know what to believe anymore. Everything felt so upside down, and Felix's betrayal still cut deep. But maybe—just maybe—there was more to the story.

Felix gave Jisung a small, reassuring smile. "You're not alone, okay? You'll never be alone again, I promise."

Before Jisung could respond, two bodyguards entered the room, their presence breaking the moment. They unchained Jisung's leg with swift movements, the clinking sound sending a chill down his spine.

The tension in the room was palpable, but before either could say more, two bodyguards entered the room. They didn't speak a word but moved with purpose as they unchained Jisung's leg.

He stared at the chain falling away from his ankle, a strange sense of relief mixed with trepidation filling him.""Sir Please Come with us," one of the guards said firmly, his tone leaving no room for argument.Felix gave Jisung a slight nod, his silent way of saying they had to go. Together, they followed the guards out of the room.

Jisungs thoughts kept spiraling back to his conversation with the blonde, was it really the right decision to tell him? As They left the room, The squirrel-like boy kept wondering where they were going. He lived every moment in fear, thinking his life could be taken away from him. He couldn't trust anyone except himself now... as much as he tried to convince himself of that fact, there was a part of him that couldn't stop thinking about the older.