Black Rose Chap. 1 : Encounter

[kumo_is_kumo]

Title: Black Rose

Pairing: Kaisoo

Genre: Romance, Fluff, Smut, Drama, Angst, Mpreg

Length: Series

Summary: Do Kyungsoo, the well-known journalist for his blunt comments and writing, is getting involved with the famous and arrogant high-class business man Kim Jongin. Things go into the wrong way for the both of them because of one simple deal at the beginning. Or, is it on the right way?



















It is in the middle of the party when a man with pale white skin enters the building in silent. He is holding onto his mask which is glittered with golden patterns on top of the red color. Looking around to see all the guests, he hums while noting one by one of all the people who come tonight.

‘Where’s him? I need to find him.’

The sounds of chattering are coming through his ears and he carefully listens to the chatters. The sounds of wine glasses ticking in the air and the soft melody from the piano are echoing all over the ballroom of the prestigious house of the party owner.

Then he runs his eyes on the crowd, trying to find the certain tall man which is the star of this party. Finding no one to his liking, he instead stares at the crowds of other people.

‘That’s Choi Eunmi, the Prime Minister’s daughter. And that one on purple mask is the high class fashionista Kang Miyoung. The one whom holding her waist is the Kwon Enterprise’s young CEO. The other one is—’

He hears a soft gasp from a woman when he accidentally bumps his back with something rather soft. He turns around, only to find the hissing woman and he quickly recognizes her. He wrote about this woman a month ago, Lee Sooyoung.

The woman is about to scold him for being so careless and causes the wine to spill on her expensive dress which cost more than the man’s twice payment for two years. She gasps and her eyes are widening in surprise while looking at the man who bumped onto her just now.

“You? Aren’t you Do Kyungsoo?” She exclaims loudly, gaining attentions from the other people from around her. The said man hisses in slight panic, before slowly taking some steps back. He is glad that the party is crowded, or else he would be caught by now. Slipping from the crowd, the man quickly escapes by the stairs, hearing the loud sounds of footsteps which are going after him.

“Shit,” he curses. Another thing which relieves him is the place out from the ballroom is dark enough for him to run and hide. Climbing two stairs at once with each step, he hastily escapes from the shine of the ballroom and deciding to hide for a while until the guards are losing his track.

He turns on the corridor, seeing three rooms in the dark corridor. Choosing one room to hide, he quickly grabs onto the handle of the door and smiles slightly in relief since it’s not locked. He quickly enters the room and closes the door; holding onto the handle tightly in fear of someone tries to open it. He breathes heavily from the previous running, turning around to lean his back against the chiseled wooden door. But when he turns around, he finds the room is dimmed with light and panic starts to consume to him. He can’t stay here since there’s someone in this room but he also can’t go out or he would be caught by the guards.

There he sees, a man with his unbuttoned white shirt, hovering on top of a woman who is half nude on top of the black leather couch.

He leans closer to the door, breathing so fast in nervous but he keeps his posture still. He stares at the couple who are currently making out at the moment before he came into the room, staring so deeply while he tries to recognize the person.

When the person lifts his head up, the man on the couch is staring at him with dark glare.

And he finally realizes who this man is.

It’s no other than the one he looked for from the very first moment he stepped onto this building.

Kim Jongin.



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◌ Six hours ago ◌

“Kyungsoo hyung, look at this!” The young man says while giving the papers in his hand to the older man who is typing something in his notebook. The said man takes off his glasses and accepts the papers.

“Kim Jongin’s party?”

“Yes! Isn’t that great?” says the young man.

“What do you mean with great, Sehun?” he asks while lifting one of his eyebrows. The young man named Sehun quickly pulls a chair and takes a spot beside the older man.

“You have been trying to find a time to write an article about him, right, hyung? This is the best chance!”

“So you are telling me to come to the party? Isn’t that called a suicide, Sehun?”

“No, Kyungsoo hyung! Listen to me! Yes, you are going to the party but you are disguising yourself! There’s no way I will let you go there like this!” says the young man and gets a slight nod from the older one.

“I think you are right. So, what kind of party is that?”

“It’s masquerade. You are going to wear the mask and no one will ever recognize you! Trust me!”

Kyungsoo hums while thinking about the idea. Smirking, he raises a palm and instantly gets a high-five from the younger man.

“Thanks, Sehun.”

“No need, hyung. This is the best chance since it’s really hard to approach this Kim Jongin guy. Make sure to write the best article ever about this man, hyung!”

“Yes, yes. And I will put the sentence ‘Thanks to Oh Sehun’ on the bottom part,” joked Kyungsoo.

‘Alright, let’s do this.’



At that night, he carefully steps closer to the high building, trying his best not to be seen by someone. It would be bad to be seen here since he knows how many people hate him because of his articles.

Brushing the imaginary dusts away from his party suit, he clenches on his mask before making his way into the ballroom. The current situation is very crowded and he can hear the sound of soft melody humming in the air. The chatters are echoing all over the wide ballroom, accompanied with the twang sound from the glasses.

But no matter how crowded the party is, his main purpose is to find the party owner: Kim Jongin.

He is too into staring at the high class people and he squints his eyes to find the certain man until he doesn’t realize that he is walking backwards towards someone. A high-pitched gasp is echoing against his ear and he abruptly turns around to find someone glaring at him.

“You? Aren’t you Do Kyungsoo?”

“Shit.”

He runs and runs, trying to escape from anything that could harm him in this foreign place. He couldn’t get caught now. Not when he is so damn close with his goal. He has to find this person no matter what. He runs over the stairs, jumping slightly to faster his steps, until finally he arrives at the dark corridor which will successfully hides him from anything else. Choosing one from the three available rooms, he steps in and quickly closes the door, breathing in heavy drag. He hears some soft noises of... sucking?

He quickly spins around, only to find the something rather shocking. He sees a man who is hovering on top of a woman, sucking on her skin with so much force. The sounds are escaping her throat in a kind of pleasured; her dress is already lying crumply on the purple-carpeted floor. They are practically stopping their current activity the moment they hear the door is closed.

He leans closer to the door, breathing so fast in nervousness but he keeps his posture still. He stares at the couple who are making out at the moment before he came into the room, staring so deeply while he tries to recognize the person.

When the person lifts his head up, the man on the couch is staring at him with dark glare.

And he finally realizes who this man is.

It’s no other than the one he looked for from the very first moment he stepped onto this building.

Kim Jongin.

The said man slowly sits up from his hovering position, sitting comfortably on the black leather couch. The half-naked girl is sitting up as well, moving closer to the said man in a fake act. The man growls before pushing her away, not even breaking any eye contact with the intruder standing stiffly on the doorway.

“Who are you?” he asks in a deep low voice, sending fear to him.

The girl who is putting on her dress is suddenly gasping; her well-manicured nail is pointing to the person on the door. The tall man on the couch is staring at her with one eyebrow lifted, waiting for her to explain anything from her sudden gasp.

“Is that Do Kyungsoo?”

At the mentioned of his name, the said man is frozen, not moving a single muscle. The man on the couch stares at him for a few good seconds, before a chuckle escapes his plump lips.

“Go away,” he says to the girl beside him.

“But, oppa—”

“Get the fuck away from here.” He growls deep in his throat before the girl is huffing on her way to the door, pushing the other person away from the wooden thing. She slams the door loudly, making Kyungsoo jumps on his spot.

Okay, this is so not good.

After a moment, the man on the couch is breaking up the awkward silent.

“So, you are Do Kyungsoo?”

Kyungsoo stares at him in silent, eyes running up and down at the man on the couch, before saying: “K-Kim Jongin?”

“You are brave enough to come to my place. Come here.” He calls with a smirk, motioning the latter to come closer to him with his fingers.

Stepping forward, Kyungsoo glances up and down at the famous man in front of him and stops by the side of the couch. All of sudden, Jongin pulls his wrist and pushes him down against the couch. He smirks while trapping the man with both of his arms beside the latter’s head.

“You are indeed pretty. I could do anything to you, anything, and no one would be able to help you. How do you think about that?”

Kyungsoo locks his gaze with the man on top of him.

“Try me.”

Jongin smirks at his answer and leans down to whisper: “Interesting.”

He dives down and crashes his lips against the other’s, moving harshly. Kyungsoo is taken aback by the sudden move from the other man but he remains still. He can’t lose to this man. He won’t lose to this man. Not in this life.

Grabbing the unbuttoned shirt with his fingers, Kyungsoo tries to push the man on top of him away, only to stop by the midway when those sinful lips are nibbling on his own. He widens his eyes in shock and tries to push the man again, but fails since his strength is not to compare with the taller man’s.

‘Come on. Scream and ask for help!’ Jongin thinks in his mind while pushing his tongue to enter the hot cavern of the man under him.

‘You want me to scream, right? No way.’

The forced kiss is being continued in a harsher way. The long fingers from the taller man are slowly moving up, reaching to the dress shirt of the man under him. They are fumbling with the buttons, taking of the small objects one by one.

‘You won’t give up? Then I’m really going to do you.’ Another thought invades his mind while his fingers are tracing the collarbone of the man beneath him.

Feeling the hands are groping his body, Kyungsoo feels the raise of panic filling his mind but he stays calm.

‘I won’t give in!’

Another minute passes and no one would like to stop. The kiss remains the same, only the power is getting stronger. Both men are too immersed with their own thought, not realizing how long they have been in the same position with lips locked together. Tongues still fight for dominance, mind wanders away.

‘Hey, hey! He is not serious, right? There’s no way I would do him! It’s gross!’ Jongin thinks.

‘Oh shit! There’s no way I would lose myself to this bastard! Dad, what should I do?!’

No one wants to give in. Both are feeling panic but they try to remain calm and stay still.

‘Fuck! He is serious! I quit!’

‘No, shit! I have to stop him!’

Both of them are pushing away from each other, eyes locked together in surprise. Their breathing is uneven, lips swollen, and a thin layer of sweat is starting to form on their skin. Both are stopping.

“You are tough enough, Do,” the taller man says in between his harsh breathing, smirking to the man beneath him. He stares at the disheveled man under him; the black dress shirt is half-opened, lips red and swollen. Kyungsoo gulps down his saliva, lips parted in need to breathe. When the man on top of him is leaning down again, he holds in his yelp, only to find the man is stopping right before his face.

“Journalist Do Kyungsoo, the only person who dares to write such nasty things and the real facts about high class people. I know what your purpose is for coming here. You want to write about me that badly?”

“Yeah, I am.” Kyungsoo answers in a calm voice, completely pushing the after-shock feeling away. The smirking man on top of him is chuckling, before staring at him with dark eyes.

“What about I’m giving you an offer?”

“What offer?” Kyungsoo asks him, eyebrows furrowed questioningly.

“I will let you follow me for a month for your article. But everytime I call you, you have to come straight to me. Is this a deal?”

Staring in slight confusion, Kyungsoo tries to find any joke from this man’s words. Instead he finds none.

‘He is serious about it.’

“Deal.”

“Alright. The place and the other things will be my decisions to make. You are going to start tomorrow.”



‘And I will make sure you will regret it for dealing with me.’









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A/N: So, I was not updating yesterday but I'm posting this today. Hope you enjoy the first chapter. Saturday could be a bit less hectic day even though I still have classes but well, at least I will try to update. <3

Hope you like this and see you on the next update (which I still don't know when hahaha)!

|| A/N: Some people might recognize this story because I had posted this one about two years ago, but with another pairing before. Yet, I post this again with Kaisoo as the pairing, so if you ever remembered this, then hello, nice to meet you again! :D ||