Black Rose | Jikook Fanfic [ON HOLD]

Introduction

°Black Rose. It signifies death and mourning, a lingering feeling of sadness and loneliness.

Jeon Jeongguk doesn't feel anything. He doesn't cry. He doesn't laugh. He doesn't smile. He doesn't pity. He doesn't spare nobody. He doesn't care

He's ruthless. He's cruel and cold. He kills, he kills, and he kills. He's like that.

Can Jimin, an ordinary man working to earn a living, break the shield Jeongguk built between them?
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“H-Hey, l-listen to me okay? D-Don't close your eyes on m-me. Don't you dare, Jeon Jeongguk!”

The said male chuckled, his heavy eyes closing slowly and opened back again, forcing them to stay open, to look at the love of his life, at the man who gave him the love he wanted, he needed, the man whose innocence broke his wall, the man who taught him how to smile, how it's okay to cry, how crying doesn't make you weak but stronger, how to love, like he was a child all over again, the man who held his hand when most needed, the man who trusted him with his life, the man who replaced the gun in his hand with his, the man who smiled at him like he was his whole world, although he deserved none of it.

The man who changed his Black Rose into a Red Rose.

“We'll meet again, my love. In a better place, better s-situation, better families. We'll meet again, my love, we will. We'll be t-together again. T-This isn't the end, my love.” He stammered, his hand lifting up to cradle the chubby face of his love, his eyes watering at the sight of his love, his hair messed up and dirty, cheeks sprayed with a thin spray of blood.

He closed his eyes momentarily, because Jeon Jeongguk never cries, and that also he changed, because it's okay to cry sometimes.

“Park Jimin...” He whispered, his hand feeling heavy and limp on the man's face. The said male panicked and lightly slapped his face to bring him back to consciousness.

“Jeon Jeongguk, I swear to God, don't close your eyes. Help's on its way, stay with me okay? Everything's gonna be okay. We still have to get married, our baby, we have to grow old together, watch our baby grow. I can't do that without you, hold on Ggukie, please.”

He pleaded, his voice breaking, tears cascading down his chubby cheeks like a river. He placed his forehead on Jeongguk's chest, still feeling the faint beat of his heart. He isn't dead, and he won't.

“Don't die on me.... please....”

“T-Take c-care of our baby, for me, p-please. Make our baby like me, o-of course.” He chuckled, earning the lightest slap from Jimin on his chest. “Strong, handsome or pretty, soft like you.” Jimin slapped his chest again, chuckling softly.

“Don't joke like that Ggukie. You'll be there beside me, with me, to raise our baby. Our baby will be like what you want, you'll make our baby like that.”

Jeongguk smile but it soon faltered as ge squeezed Jimin tighter.

“I-I love you Park Jimin, I love you so goddamn m-much.”

“I love you Ggukie, I love you!”

“Jiminie...”

That's when he knew, his whole world crashed. He felt it, the soft throb in his chest stop completely.

He gripped Jeongguk's cloth as if his life depended on it and sobbed loudly, uncaring about the gasps and cries of their families.

The little flame at the end of his dark tunnel went out. He was back into darkness, into loneliness. He cried and cried and cried, muttering pleads and promises so he could come back.