The Black rose (Minsung ff)

Love..

The night had taken a turn none of them had expected. What started as a quiet gathering in Minho's mansion had quickly turned into a full-blown party, with drinks flowing freely—well, for everyone except Minho and Jisung.

Jisung watched with wide eyes as Hyunjin danced on the coffee table. Felix and Jeongin were laughing so hard they could barely stand, leaning against each other for support while Changbin egged them on, his booming laugh filling the room.

Minho, sitting comfortably in an armchair with a glass of water, shook his head with a smirk. "This is why I don't drink," he remarked to Jisung, who was sitting beside him on the couch, watching the chaos unfold.

"Yeah, I'm starting to see why," Jisung muttered, his eyes following Hyunjin's dramatic twirl on the table, nearly knocking over a vase.

Felix, ever the ball of sunshine even while tipsy, stumbled over to Jisung, plopping down next to him and throwing an arm around his shoulders. "Sungie, you're too sober," he slurred, grinning ear to ear.

Jisung chuckled, gently pushing Felix off. "I'm good, thanks."

Minho raised an eyebrow, clearly amused by the scene unfolding before them. "Seems like everyone's enjoying themselves."

"That's one way to put it," Jisung replied, unable to stop the grin spreading across his face as he watched his friends lose themselves to the alcohol.

Hyunjin finally wobbled off the table, falling unceremoniously onto Changbin, who just laughed and held him up. Jeongin, meanwhile, was quietly sitting on the floor, his sharp eyes not missing a single detail, even in his drunken state. His gaze, however, kept drifting back to Felix, something warm and protective in the way he watched him.

Jisung noticed, filing that information away for later. He'd definitely have to tease Felix about it when they were both sober.

The night wore on, with most of the White Roses eventually passing out wherever they could find space. Felix was curled up in an armchair, Jeongin resting not far from him. Changbin and Hyunjin had collapsed on the floor in a tangle of limbs, while Bangchan had fallen asleep, face-down on the coffee table.

Jisung sighed, leaning back into the couch as the night quieted down, the soft snores of his friends filling the room. He glanced over at Minho, who still sat in the armchair, wide awake and watching Jisung with that same unreadable expression.

"You're not tired?" Jisung asked softly.

Minho shook his head. "I don't sleep much," he admitted, his voice low. "Too much to think about."

Jisung nodded, though he couldn't imagine what went on in Minho's head. The responsibilities of the Black Roses, and now... Jisung himself.

After a few moments of comfortable silence, Minho spoke again. "You should get some sleep. Tomorrow's going to be a busy day."

Jisung frowned slightly. "Busy how?"Minho's gaze softened a little as he explained. "There are some important meetings happening, and security is going to be tighter than usual. I wanted to ask if you wanted to come along."

Jisung blinked in surprise. "You... you want me to come with you?"

Minho's lips quirked into a small smile. "You're part of this world now, Jisung. You should see what it's really like."

There was something in the way Minho said it—an invitation, but also a challenge. Jisung's heart skipped a beat.

Jisung swallowed, nodding. "Yeah, I'll come."

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The next morning, the mansion was eerily quiet as the White Roses slowly woke up, nursing hangovers and groaning about how much they had drunk the night before. Felix was the worst of them all, curled up in a ball on the couch, groaning into a pillow.

"Why did I drink so much?" Felix whined, his voice muffled.

Jeongin, ever the watchful one, handed him a glass of water with a soft smile. "Because you never know when to stop," he teased gently, though the affection in his voice was unmistakable.Jisung, watching the two of them from across the room, smirked.

There was definitely something brewing between them, even if neither of them was ready to admit it.

Minho, as usual, was already dressed and ready, his calm demeanor a stark contrast to the chaos around him. He walked over to Jisung, who was pulling on his jacket. "Ready to go?" Jisung nodded, though a nervous flutter settled in his stomach. 

When they arrived, the difference was noticeable immediately. The usually calm and collected Headquarters was buzzing with tension. Guards lined the entrances, their expressions stern, and everyone seemed to be moving with a purpose.

"Why is security extra tight today? I mean yall had like a billion guards before this anyway." Jisung asked quietly as they walked through the hallways, his eyes scanning the area.

"Important meeting today, kitten" Minho explained, his tone as neutral as ever. "We've got some high-level negotiations happening, and we can't afford any mistakes."

Jisung nodded, though the weight of it all pressed down on him. This was a side of the Black Roses he hadn't seen before—the ruthless efficiency, the cold precision. It was both intimidating and fascinating.

They finally reached Minho's office, and Jisung immediately flopped down on the couch, his nerves making him restless. Minho, on the other hand, sat at his desk, already lost in paperwork.Time passed slowly.

Jisung tried to entertain himself, reading through a few files and flipping through magazines, but the boredom eventually got to him. He glanced over at Minho, who hadn't moved from his desk in hours.

"hyung," Jisung said, breaking the silence.

Minho looked up from his work, raising an eyebrow. "Hmm?"

Jisung hesitated for a moment before speaking. "We never really talked about... that night."

Minho's eyes softened slightly, though his expression remained calm. He stood up, walking over to the couch and sitting beside Jisung. "I was wondering when you'd bring it up."

Jisung fidgeted with his hands, his heart racing. "I... I don't know what to say," he admitted softly. "It's all been so overwhelming."

Minho reached out, gently taking Jisung's hand in his. "You don't have to figure everything out right now, Jisung. We can take it one step at a time."

Jisung looked up, his breath catching in his throat at the gentleness in Minho's voice. "I don't even know what I'm feeling," he whispered.

Minho's thumb brushed over Jisung's knuckles, a silent comfort. "Whatever it is, it's real. And we'll figure it out together."

The weight of Minho's words settled over Jisung like a blanket of warmth, and for the first time in a while, he felt safe.

After a long pause, Minho's voice broke the silence again, this time quieter, more hesitant. "Can I ask you something, princess?"

Jisung blinked, caught off guard by the sudden shift. "Y-yes, Of course."

Minho's eyes darkened slightly, his voice careful. "Felix told me.. About the small part of your past that you shared. We both know that It wasn't fully true.. I want to know how You ended up there."

Jisung froze, The memories coming back to him. He never wanted to think about It again.