The Black rose (Minsung ff)

The white roses

The next morning, after Jisung was up and ready, he was told by a guard that the White Roses were coming to visit him. His heart pounded with nerves. He felt very nervous to face them again..

As Jisung was escorted to his own room again, he felt a little less like a prisoner, but the looming arrival of the group brought back the nerves. The guards left him alone in the spacious room, elegant yet less intimidating than Minho's. Jisung barely had time to settle In again before the door opened, and the White Roses entered.

Felix was the first to rush over, his face lighting up in a bright smile. "Sungie!" His voice bubbled with joy, and before Jisung could react, Felix had pulled him into a tight hug, holding him like they hadn't seen each other in years.

Jisung let out a soft chuckle, feeling a wave of comfort wash over him. Felix had always been like this, even before Jisung had gotten tangled in Minho's world—bright, sensitive, and caring. It was a relief to have him here, even in this unfamiliar environment. "Lix! I missed you."

Felix grinned, pulling back slightly but not letting go of Jisung's arm. "I missed you more! Tell minho hyung to fuck off If he'ss not gonna let me see you more often."

Jeongin, who had been standing beside Felix, chuckled gave a soft nod in agreement, his sharp eyes watching Felix with a tender sort of warmth. Jisung noticed the way a certain fox-like boy's gaze lingered on Felix, something soft yet protective beneath his normally cold expression.

The subtle glances between them didn't go unnoticed by Jisung, and he could see there was something deeper between them. Oh, he was definitely going to bombard Felix with questions—he needed all the tea, now.

Chan and Hyunjin, however, stood further back, their expressions more serious. It didn't take long for them to step forward, and Jisung immediately felt the weight of their presence.Chan cleared his throat, his voice much softer than Jisung remembered from the last time he saw him. "Jisung..."

Hyunjin stood beside Chan, his arms crossed, but his usual sassy demeanor was dialed down, his eyes filled with guilt. "Yeah... we owe you an apology," he added, his voice quieter than usual. "For the torture. What we did... it was cruel."

Chan nodded, his gaze dropping slightly. "We were following orders, but that's not an excuse. It shouldn't have happened. We're sorry."

Jisung's throat tightened as he remembered the pain, the fear from when he had first been brought in. But looking at them now, there was no denying the sincerity in their eyes. He took a deep breath and gave a small nod. "I understand. It was... a lot, but I get why you did it."

There was an awkward pause, broken only by Hyunjin's typical sass returning as he rolled his eyes. "Well, this is weird. I'm not good at serious stuff, okay?"

Jisung chuckled at that, feeling the tension ease slightly as Hyunjin's attitude shifted back to normal. "I can tell," Jisung teased lightly.

Felix, ever the sensitive one, smiled at the exchange but quickly shifted the focus back to Jisung. "It's good to have you back, sung..."

Before Jisung could respond, a puppy-like boy stepped forward. Out of all of them, he had the most intimidating presence. His eyes were sharp, his expression cold, and he looked like he was ready to kill at a moment's notice. But the moment he spoke, his voice was gentle. "Don't let the face fool you," he said with a small smile. "I know I look like I'm going to murder you, But don't worry, Minho hyung would probably kill me before I do. My name is seungmin"

Jisung let out a relieved laugh. "Yeah, you do look a little scary."

Seungmin smirked, his cold exterior cracking just a little as he nodded. "Noted."

The others laughed, and Jisung couldn't help but feel the tension in the room dissolve further. Slowly, these people, who had once seemed so distant and dangerous, were showing him their softer sides. He hadn't expected this.

Hyunjin, broke the moment with his usual sass. "Can we stop being all emotional now? I'm tired of this. Sungie, do you know how long I spent getting ready today?"

"Forever?" Jisung guessed, grinning.

"Exactly," Hyunjin said, flipping his hair dramatically. "And you better appreciate it."

An older person, who had been quiet until now, chuckled softly. He had the most calming presence of the group, always in control and always watching. "Don't let Hyunjin fool you," he said with a smile. "He cares more than he lets on. I am Bangchan, Minhos older brother."

Hyunjin huffed but didn't deny it, and Jisung laughed, feeling more comfortable with each passing second. This wasn't the cold, ruthless inner circle he had feared. They were a family of sorts, and despite everything, they were trying to include him.

As the conversation continued, Jisung noticed The fox-like boy and Felix exchanging glances again, soft smiles and quiet looks that spoke louder than words. There was something blooming between them, though it was still subtle—an affection that went beyond friendship. Jisung could see it in the way Felix leaned into The older's space, in the way his usually sharp demeanor softened when Felix spoke.

Jisung wasn't sure if the others had noticed yet, but he tucked the thought away for later. There was definitely something there. 

"I'm Jeongin," the fox-like boy finally spoke up, a small smile tugging at his lips. "Minho hyung's younger brother," he added, his voice carrying a mix of pride and mischief as he glanced around the room, his sharp eyes glinting.

Just as Jisung was beginning to relax completely, the door opened again, and Minho stepped into the room.

"Minho hyung!!" The White Roses chorused together, their faces lighting up as they saw their leader. Even Jisung found himself smiling at the sight of him, a warmth spreading through his chest that he couldn't quite explain.

But what shocked the White Roses wasn't Minho's appearance—it was the way Minho's gaze immediately softened when he looked at Jisung. It was a side of Minho they had never seen before. The cold, calculating minho they knew had turned into someone different—someone vulnerable, someone in love.

Jisung's breath caught in his throat as Minho walked over, his eyes never leaving Jisung's. "Are you okay?" Minho asked softly, his voice only loud enough for Jisung to hear.

Jisung nodded, his heart racing. "Yeah, I'm fine."

Minho's gaze lingered for a moment longer before he turned back to the others, his usual confident demeanor slipping back into place. But the White Roses had already seen enough. They were stunned, their eyes wide as they exchanged glances."

Jisung could feel their shock radiating through the room. Minho—Who promised to never let anyone in again was completely in love with Jisung. And none of them had ever seen him like this after what happened.

The room fell into a brief, stunned silence before Hyunjin, ever the sassy one, broke it with a dramatic gasp. "Oh my god... Minho hyung is soft?"

The others laughed, the tension in the room breaking as Minho shot Hyunjin a playful glare. But even through the teasing, Jisung could feel the shift. The White Roses had accepted him.

In that moment, surrounded by the people who once seemed so distant and dangerous, Jisung felt like he had finally found a place where he belonged...for the first time.