The Black rose (Minsung ff)

Quiet hours

Jisung woke to the dull throb of soreness spreading through his body, and with it came the flood of memories. His face heated up instantly, the events of the night before replaying in his mind like a slow, disorienting dream.

He groaned softly, shifting slightly in bed, but the ache intensified, reminding him just how real it had all been.

He blinked, turning to where Minho had been—only to find the space empty. The sheets were cool, as if Minho had left a while ago. The sudden absence sent a strange mix of disappointment and relief through him, but mostly, he just felt overwhelmed.

Jisung tried to sit up, wincing at the sharp pull of muscles that had been thoroughly tested. Every movement hurt, and another low groan escaped him, louder than the first.

It didn't take long before the door creaked open. Two guards entered, their expressions stoic, though there was a hint of acknowledgment in their eyes as they took in his state."Sir," one of them said, voice flat. "Mr.Lee left orders. You are not to leave the room until he returns."

Jisung blinked, his mind still foggy. "W-What?"

The second guard nodded. "You are to remain here. The black roses instructions."

Before Jisung could even attempt to argue, the door opened again, and a few maids entered, moving swiftly and efficiently. One carried a tray with a glass of water and painkillers, while the others started preparing fresh towels and clothes. The sight of them barely registered before the scent hit him—Minho's scent, embedded in the fabric of the clothes they had brought for him. It was..warm.

"The black rose wants to make sure you're comfortable," one of the maids said, offering him the painkillers with a smile. "He also instructed that you eat properly this time. He was... very specific."

Jisung, still dazed, nodded absently, taking the pills. As the maids helped him out of bed and into the bathroom, he couldn't help but feel an odd mix of emotions—relief at the warm water that eased some of the ache, but also confusion, anxiety, and the lingering warmth of Minho's scent in the air.

The shower was quick but necessary, and when he stepped out, the maids were waiting with Minho's clothes. The shirt hung loosely on his frame, but the moment it touched his skin, the scent overwhelmed him again, making his stomach flutter. Jisung pressed his face briefly into the collar, inhaling before he could stop himself.

The maids ushered him back to the bed, where they had laid out a meal. His appetite was barely there, but Minho's warning echoed in his mind—the anger, the sharpness in his tone when Jisung had skipped a meal last time. Not wanting to risk that again, he forced himself to eat slowly, his stomach turning with each bite.

Afterward, his body pulled him back to sleep, the exhaustion from the night catching up with him. Jisung lay back down, curling into Minho's oversized clothes, the scent wrapping around him like a blanket, and before long, the brunet fell asleep again.

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The day was dragging longer than Minho wanted it to. The business that required his attention was draining, his patience wearing thin with each passing hour. Every now and then, his thoughts would drift back to Jisung—lying in his bed, vulnerable, likely still sore from the night before.

He hated leaving him there alone, but he had responsibilities, and he had made sure everything was in place. The guards knew better than to let Jisung out of that room, and the maids had their orders to care for him properly. Minho would make sure Jisung stayed safe and cared for, even in his absence.

But that didn't stop his thoughts from drifting back every now and then. His mind flashed back to the way Jisung had looked—flushed, eyes wide with a mix of fear and desire. The way he had submitted so willingly, so trustingly. It stirred something deep inside Minho, something possessive.

By the time he returned back to his mansion, the sun was starting to set, casting a soft glow through the windows. He pushed the door to his room open quietly, his gaze immediately landing on the bed.

Jisung was still there, curled up in his clothes, his body rising and falling softly with each breath. He looked so small, so delicate, and for a moment, Minho hesitated. The sight of him like that, bathed in the warm light of the setting sun, did something to him—something he couldn't explain.

He stepped inside, careful not to make too much noise. His footsteps were soft as he approached the bed, his eyes never leaving Jisung's peaceful face. He was asleep again, and Minho didn't want to disturb him.

But just as he sat down on the edge of the bed, Jisung stirred, his eyes fluttering open."H-hyung?" His voice was a little hoarse from sleep, his gaze unfocused as he blinked up at him.Minho's lips curled into a small smile, though there was something possessive behind it. "I didn't want to wake you."

Jisung shifted slightly, only to wince as the soreness hit him again. He bit his lip, his cheeks flushing as he remembered why he was so sore in the first place. "You're... back.""I am," Minho said softly, reaching out to brush a strand of hair from Jisung's forehead. "How do you feel?"

"Sore," Jisung admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "But... I'm okay."

Minho's hand slid down to cup his jaw, his thumb tracing the curve of Jisung's lips. "You'll stay in my room until I say otherwise. Understood?"

Jisung's heart raced at the command in Minho's voice, but he nodded quickly. "fine..."

For a moment, neither of them spoke, the room filled with the quiet hum of their breathing. Minho's thumb lingered on Jisung's lips, the touch almost too gentle for someone like him. Jisung's gaze flickered up to meet Minho's, a thousand questions burning in his mind, but he didn't know how to voice any of them.

"I'll make sure you rest," Minho said, his voice softer now, though the edge of authority still lingered. "We'll talk about everything when you're ready."

The younger nodded again, his breath catching in his throat as Minho leaned in slightly, their faces so close he could feel the warmth of Minho's breath against his skin. But Minho didn't kiss him—he just pulled away, his gaze lingering on Jisung's face for a moment longer before standing.

"Rest," Minho said again, his voice a quiet command. "I'll be here when you wake up."Jisung lay back down, his heart pounding as Minho's presence settled over the room, comforting yet suffocating all at once. He closed his eyes, trying to calm his racing thoughts, but Minho's scent and the weight of his words lingered, making sleep difficult despite his exhaustion.