The Black rose (Minsung ff)

Terror

The low purr of Minho's black bugatti tourbillon filled the silence between them as they drove through the quiet streets. Jisung sat in the passenger seat, his fingers nervously fiddling with the seatbelt, his thoughts racing.

Minho drove with ease, his eyes fixed on the road ahead, but Jisung couldn't help but sneak glances at him—at the way his hands gripped the steering wheel with such control, at the calm yet dangerous aura he exuded even when silent.

Behind them, the shadow of another car followed at a distance, Minho's bodyguards, always present but never intrusive. The ride back to the mansion felt long, the tension thick in the air, even though neither of them had spoken since leaving the meeting.

When they finally pulled up to the sprawling estate, the gates opened smoothly, and the Porsche glided into the driveway. Jisung's heart pounded in his chest as they stopped, the reality of the situation sinking in again. The mansion loomed before him, dark and imposing, like a silent reminder of the power Minho held.

As they stepped out of the car, Jisung's anxiety surged. His mind raced, thinking back to the chains that had been on his ankle the night before. He couldn't bear the thought of being locked up again, and the fear that had been gnawing at him all evening finally spilled over.

"Minho," Jisung blurted out, his voice shaky as the guards approached to escort him back to his room. "Please... don't chain me up again."

Minho paused, turning to face him, his sharp eyes studying Jisung's trembling form. The younger's face was pale, his eyes wide with desperation.

"I'll... I'll prove myself," Jisung stammered. "I won't run. Just... just give me a chance."

For a long moment, Minho said nothing, his face unreadable. Then, slowly, he stepped closer, his fingers brushing Jisung's cheek, sending a shiver down the younger's spine."You want me to trust you?" Minho asked softly, his voice low and dangerous. 

Jisung nodded frantically, swallowing the lump in his throat. "Yes... I won't betray you."Minho's eyes narrowed, as if weighing the truth of Jisung's words. After what felt like an eternity, he gave a single nod. "The chain wasn't there so wouldn't escape, I would find you in every corner of the world, princess."

Relief flooded Jisung's chest, but it was short-lived.

"Fine, Your leg won't be restrained. But," Minho added, his voice hardening, "that doesn't mean I'll be careless." He turned to his guards. "Security level 7. I want the entire estate under surveillance 24/7. Double the number of guards around the mansion, and no one comes in or out without my approval. Understood?"

The guards nodded immediately, their faces stoic as they moved to carry out his orders. Jisung's heart sank. Level 7? He didn't know what it meant exactly, but the weight of it made his stomach churn. Even though he wouldn't be chained, he was still very much a prisoner. Even though he felt.. safer here. safer because of a certain someone.

As the guards escorted him back to his room, Jisung couldn't shake the feeling of being trapped. The mansion felt like a luxurious cage, and the more he tried to breathe, the more suffocated he felt.

Hours passed, but sleep wouldn't come. The room was too quiet, too heavy with the knowledge of where he was and who he was living with. Finally, unable to bear the silence any longer, Jisung slipped out of bed and opened the door, finding a guard stationed outside.

"Um... can I get some water from the kitchen?" he asked, his voice soft.The guard eyed him for a moment, then gave a curt nod. "I'll accompany you sir."

Together, they made their way down the dimly lit hallways, the eerie quiet of the mansion settling around them. Jisung filled a glass of water in the kitchen, sipping it slowly, trying to calm his nerves.

But on the way back, something caught his eye—the door to Minho's office was slightly open, light spilling out into the hallway. Jisung paused, glancing at the guard, who didn't seem to notice. Curiosity got the better of him, and he moved closer, peeking through the crack in the door.

What he saw made his blood run cold.

Minho stood in the center of the office, his back to the door, a gun in his hand. A man knelt on the floor in front of him, trembling, tears streaming down his face as he begged for mercy."P-Please, sir," the man stammered. "It was a mistake, I swear. I didn't mean to—"

The gunshot rang out, sharp and final. The man collapsed, blood pooling on the floor beneath him. Jisung's breath caught in his throat, his entire body freezing in horror.

Minho stood over the lifeless body, calm and unaffected. Jisung was terrified, Minho couldn't know he was here. For a moment, neither of them moved."

"Jisung," Minho said, his voice eerily calm "I know you're behind me, princess".

Jisung's heart pounded in his chest, his legs trembling as he took a step back. But before he could flee, the guard beside him placed a firm hand on his shoulder, keeping him in place.Minho's eyes flicked to the guard, then back to Jisung.

 He walked slowly toward the younger, his expression unreadable. "You see, princess?" he murmured, his voice cold and unsettling. "That's my world."

Jisung's breath hitched, fear surging through him as Minho closed the distance between them. His heart pounded in his chest, his mind screaming at him to run, to get away. But he couldn't move. He was trapped.

Minho reached out, gently cupping Jisung's face in his hand, his touch soft and affectionate, a stark contrast to the horror Jisung had just witnessed.

"You're scared," Minho whispered, his thumb brushing lightly against The younger's cheek. "I can see it in your eyes. But this... this is the reality, Ji. The world I live in. The world you're now a part of."

Jisung's throat was dry, his words stuck in his chest. He wanted to scream, to cry, to run as far away as possible. But all he could do was stare into Minho's eyes, the same eyes that had just watched a man die without flinching. But now.. they were soft.

Minho's grip on Jisung's face tightened slightly, his gaze softening, just for him. "Don't be afraid, my love. I'll protect you from all of this. You'll never have to deal with the darkness. That's my burden."

Before Jisung could respond, Minho pulled him into an embrace, his arms wrapping around the younger's smaller frame, holding him tightly. Jisung's body stiffened, but Minho's warmth seeped into him, confusing him even more.

"I'm sorry you had to see that," Minho murmured against Jisung's hair, his voice filled with an odd mixture of tenderness and possessiveness. "But you need to understand, princess. This is what I have to do. This is who I am."

Jisung's mind spun in circles, the image of the man's body lying on the floor burned into his memory. But despite the fear clawing at his chest, he couldn't help but feel drawn to Minho—the way he held him, the way he spoke to him, like Jisung was the only thing in the world that mattered.

It was wrong. He knew it was wrong. But as Minho's arms tightened around him, Jisung's resolve crumbled. He was in love with a monster, but he couldn't stop himself.

Without another word, Minho gently took Jisung's hand, leading him down the hallway and to his room. The guards kept a respectful distance, but they watched closely as Minho opened the door to his room and pulled him inside.

Minho's room was a masterpiece of shadow and opulence, its luxury beyond anything. The walls were a deep, matte black, absorbing the faint light that filtered through the heavy velvet curtains. Each piece of furniture seemed hand-picked for its extravagance—sleek, custom-made pieces. Their sharp, clean lines softened by the rich, dark tones of leather and velvet.

"Sleep, princess," Minho whispered as he guided him to the bed, lying down beside him. He held Jisung close, his body warm and comforting, despite the darkness that lingered just beneath the surface.

Jisung lay there, On the olders bed. his head resting on Minho's chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. He knew he should be terrified, he knew he should run. But instead, he closed his eyes, letting the warmth of Minho's embrace lull him into a restless sleep.And in that moment, as wrong as it was, Jisung knew there was no escaping Any of this. He didn't want to, His heart didn't want to.