The Black rose (Minsung ff)

omnipotence

The air was cold as Minho entered the headquarters of Operation Ivy. His dark coat swept behind him, a cloak of authority that no one dared challenge. Flanked by guards, their footsteps in sync with his, Minho strode through the building with an air of quiet command. The structure itself was vast — almost as imposing as the Black Rose's official headquarters, its endless rows of screens, servers, and surveillance stations serving as a chilling testament to the power that lay at his fingertips.

As soon as he crossed the threshold, every person there rose to their feet. They bowed deeply, a silent acknowledgment of the man who controlled everything. They feared him, respected him, and perhaps, some even admired him. He was the Black Rose, after all, and his authority was law.

At the center of the room stood Seungmin, his posture relaxed but his mind, as always, sharp and focused. He was the head of Operation Ivy, handpicked by Minho himself for his expertise in hacking, manipulation of data, and the kind of cyber warfare that could cripple entire nations with the stroke of a key. Seungmin's talents were unrivaled, and though he held considerable sway within Ivy's operations and being part of the white roses, he was still very much under Minho's thumb.

Minho's gaze flickered toward him. "Report."

Seungmin's fingers moved across the nearest terminal, bringing up the holographic interface in front of them. "We have total control of 6.8 billion individuals. The remaining 1.2 billion are expected to comply within the next forty-eight hours."

Minho's eyes scanned the room, landing on the glowing array of screens that filled the space. Every screen displayed endless streams of data — live feeds from across the world, biometric data from individuals who had taken the IVY vaccine within the past week. On each screen was a life, a person who had unknowingly surrendered everything to him. Their information, their habits, their every movement was now laid bare to the Black Rose empire. From here, he could track anyone, learn their secrets, control their fate, and — if necessary — eliminate them.

It was more than control; it was omnipotence.

Seungmin continued, his voice even, calm, "The chip is embedded in every newborn child at birth aswell. There have been no complications."

Minho nodded, though his mind was elsewhere. The operation was moving smoothly — perfectly, even. The world was falling into place under his command. But there was something pulling at the back of his thoughts, something far more personal. Jisung.

The younger had been sedated for nearly a week now, his consciousness stolen from him every twenty-four hours to ensure his compliance. Minho had seen to it personally. It was easier this way — easier than trying to explain the magnitude of his plan. Easier than watching the fear in Jisung's eyes as he learned the truth. But yesterday had been the final dose. Jisung would wake soon, fully aware, fully awake. Minho needed to be there when he did.

"Proceed as planned," Minho said, his voice commanding yet distant.

Seungmin's gaze flickered, perhaps sensing Minho's distraction, but he didn't press the matter. "Of course."

Without another word, Minho turned on his heel and headed for the exit, his guards falling into place behind him. The cold, clinical atmosphere of Operation Ivy faded as the grand doors closed behind him. Yet, the weight of what he had seen — the sheer magnitude of control — settled heavily on his shoulders.

Jeongin, was waiting for him outside. His stance was firm, his eyes sharp, but Minho could see the hint of tension in his gaze. Next to him was Changbin, as intimidating as ever, his usual intensity tempered by a deep sense of loyalty that had carried him by Minho's side for years.

"The car is ready, hyung" Jeongin said, his voice cutting through the tension.

Minho gave a brief nod. "Let's go."

The ride back to the Black Rose mansion was swift, but the silence inside the car felt thick, almost suffocating. Jeongin and Changbin didn't speak. Neither did Minho. His thoughts, as always, were guarded, hidden behind the cold exterior he'd perfected over the years.

He could feel Chan's silent judgment lingering at the back of his mind. His older brother, the only person who could see through the facade, had always been the voice of quiet reason in Minho's life. But even Chan's disapproval couldn't stop him. Chan might have been disappointed — maybe even disillusioned — but Minho's role as the Black Rose came first. It always had. And it would, until his last breath.

As the car pulled up to the mansion, the gates swung open swiftly. The Black Rose mansion gleamed in the dim light.

The second the car stopped, Minho stepped out. His focus was entirely on Jisung now. His  mind was flooded with thoughts of his lover. There was no room for anything else. Jeongin and Changbin followed closely, though neither spoke as they approached the heavy doors of the mansion. The guards stationed outside bowed deeply as Minho passed, but he barely acknowledged them. His mind was consumed by the thought of seeing Jisung again, of watching him wake up.

Inside the mansion, the air was different. It was quieter, more intimate. The echoes of footsteps seemed muted as Minho made his way through the halls, his pace quickening as he neared Jisung's room.

The guards posted outside his door bowed deeply, but again, Minho disregarded them. Changbin remained behind with a small nod of understanding.

Minho hesitated for the briefest of moments before pushing the door open.

The room was dim, the curtains drawn to block out the afternoon sun. Jisung lay in the center of the bed, his body still, but his chest rose and fell steadily. His face was peaceful, almost fragile in the faint light. For a moment, Minho just stood there, watching him, trying to reconcile the enormity of what he'd done with the soft innocence in Jisung's features.

He crossed the room in three quick strides, sitting on the edge of the bed. His fingers, usually so steady, now brushed through Jisung's hair with a rare tenderness. This was the boy he had fought so hard to protect, and yet, he had also been the one to put him through this.

His voice was barely a whisper as he spoke. "Hi, princess..."

The words seemed to hang in the air for a moment before Jisung stirred. His eyes fluttered open, confusion clouding his gaze as he blinked against the dim light. It took a second before his eyes found Minho's, recognition slowly dawning.

"Hyung..?" Jisung's voice was weak, barely audible, but it was enough to make Minho's heart clench.

Without thinking, Minho leaned forward and wrapped his arms around Jisung, pulling him into a tight embrace. He held him close, his face buried in Jisung's hair, breathing in the familiar scent, grounding himself in the warmth of his body. He could feel Jisung's heartbeat against his chest, the steady rhythm a stark contrast to the storm of emotions raging inside him.

Jisung's arms came up weakly, wrapping around Minho's waist as he buried his face in the crook of Minho's neck. For a moment, it felt like everything was okay, like the weight of the world outside these walls didn't exist. But Minho knew better.

He knew The younger was terrified of him And did not want to show it.

"I'm here," Minho whispered, his voice barely steady. "I'm right here."