Black Rose Chap. 2 : First Deal

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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?


















Kyungsoo gets down from the taxi in that morning, stopping in front of a high building he really recognizes. Reading the big bold letters at the top of the building:

KIM CORP.

He walks pass the guards who are giving him the stinky look, ye he ignores them because that’s their business, not his. They could glare at him all they want, he is not going to give a shit towards them.

The woman behind the receptionist marble counter gives him a polite smile while asking him about what she could help him with.

“I’m here to meet Kim Jongin.” Kyungsoo speaks to her with his low voice. She types a few things in her computer, muttering back a, “Have you made an appointment with Mr. Kim, Sir?”

Kyungsoo purses his lips, starting to get annoyed because this is taking too long for his liking.

“He tells me to just come. Go ask him.”

“Your name, Sir?”

“Do Kyungsoo. And can you please hurry up?” He demands.

The woman blinks at him and tells him to wait and sit on the lounge, while she will call Mr. Kim’s secretary and ask about the appointment with Mr. Do.

Kyungsoo taps his foot impatiently on the tiles, pursing his lips while he is staring at the business people walking in front of him. He wonders what kind of boss Kim Jongin is. Is he strict or is he spoiled like how he acts at the parties he usually attends?

This is going to be the most spectacular article he could write.



It takes no more than five minutes when the woman tells him that he is allowed to go to Mr. Kim’s office at the fifth floor. Kyungsoo holds back himself from rolling his eyes and telling the girl of ‘told ya’, but let’s just keep his image down.

Kyungsoo heads up and as soon as the metal doors of the lift open up at the fifth floor, there is someone waiting outside and will be taking him to Mr. Kim’s office.

“Good day, Sir. Let me guide you to Mr. Kim. He has been waiting for your arrival.”

Really now, Kyungsoo thinks.



He finds Kim Jongin sitting there, almost professionally. He barely spares him a glance as he keeps on reading his documents, signing down on some papers. Kyungsoo has found his seat down on the furthest couch in his office.

Kyungsoo practically waits for Kim Jongin to talk to him, just anything. But none comes. Duh, well, what does he expect him to say.

He settles for typing his article down in his notebook.



Kim Jongin is quite the art.

Kyungsoo stares at his every movement; from the way his wrist flicks when he signs, and then the way he breathes or the way his eyebrows furrow when he reads something unappealing to him, from the way he presses on the intercom and calls for his secretary for a certain document.

Staring back to his notebook’s display, Kyungsoo taps his fingers softly against the keyboards.

He has just written down a few opening words of Kim Jongin and his corporation and yadda yadda.

So far, he looks normal. But, oops, it’s Kyungsoo’s work to write down the abnormal things about these people.

With that in his mind, Kyungsoo begins to start his adventure in his brain, typing down the bad words of Kim Jongin and his lifestyle to grab the readers’ attention and curiosity; unable to see the stolen glances from certain someone.



Everyone knows Kim Jongin. He is like one of the most successful people in South Korea. His glamorous lifestyle and his great achievement are what people recognize and adore about.

But what do we know?

It’s not the real fact.

Being in such a young age to start his career, there’s a certain negative side from that. Kim Jongin might look glorious but a mask is a mask and we are going to take it off to see what the real thing behind it is.



***



It takes him until the evening when Kim Jongin stands up from his seat and walks towards the silent man sitting on his couch.

“Do Kyungsoo, do you get what you are looking for today?” He asks with a fake friendly grin.

Kyungsoo looks up at him and shrugs. “It’s a secret, Sir. You would have to read the article later to know it.”

Jongin chuckles in disbelief at him, throwing his head back.

“Such a sharp mouth you have.”

“I heard that a lot.” Kyungsoo replies back without any hesitation.



“But my day has not finished yet, Mr. Do.” Jongin says while walking towards the coat hanger, grabbing his jacket and his wallet and phone.

“Follow me,” he winks at the journalist, ignoring the way the other man looks unaffected by his act.

Kyungsoo gets into the backseat, sitting beside Kim Jongin while the CEO tells his driver to go to the usual place. Another thing to note: Kim Jongin’s usual place of hanging out after his working time –

– turns out to be an expensive pub.



Jongin watches from the corner of his eyes as the tiny journalist is following him like a lost lamb. This person certainly interests him. There’s no one out there who dares to write such things about people with his class.

With a plan of making the journalist drunk, Jongin maneuvers them towards the bar and orders his usual drink, winking thankfully at the cute bar boy.

“Drink. My treat.” Jongin says with a charming smile to him.

Kyungsoo glances at him with his bored gaze and accepts the drink, gulping it down in one shot. Jongin whistles at his brave move, wriggling his eyebrows teasingly.

“Nice move.”

Ordering more, Jongin sips onto his own drink while watching Do Kyungsoo chugging the drink down his throat.



But seriously. It’s his seventh glass and he is not drunk at all?

Jongin wonders how weird this male could be. He feels his sight is doubling and the loud music is out of his brain.

The only thing he could focus on is Do Kyungsoo.

This male is so weird. So amazingly weird, yet Jongin can’t find himself tearing his gaze away from him. There are just so many things that Do Kyungsoo is able to pull off that makes Jongin stares interestedly at him.

So interesting –

– that Jongin could even find him beautiful.



Kyungsoo folds his arms in front of his chest and stares back questioningly at the CEO.

He has been staring at him for God knows how long and if he doesn’t stop it right up, he is going to flip a table soon.



There’s a hand on the back of his neck and Kyungsoo finds Kim Jongin is pulling him forward while the other male is leaning closer himself, and presses his lips against his without any warning.

The sudden harsh contact takes Kyungsoo aback and he brings his palms up to push him away, yet Jongin is not moving any muscle. He simply holds Kyungsoo’s wrist with his other hand and holds him still, kissing him.

It takes him a few more seconds before Jongin is leaning back, gaze blurred from the various colorful lights blinding his eyes yet he couldn’t stop staring.

Staring at Do Kyungsoo and those lips.

He leans close again and this time, instead of starting with a harsh kiss, Jongin simply presses his lips against those thick ones gently. He closes his eyes without thinking any further because he just wants to enjoy this a bit.

A small victory noise is heard inside his head when he feels Do Kyungsoo is replying his kiss by moving his lips along with him.

It should be romantic from the perspective of other people who don’t know them, but for those who know them; this is a very rare sight.

Do Kyungsoo, the only enemy for high class people, is engaged in kissing Kim Jongin, the current victim for his latest nasty article.

Funny, right.



Kyungsoo’s eyes snap open when he feels the other’s lips are leaving his own in the sudden abrupt move.

Kim Jongin has passed out.

During a kiss.

And he sleeps on his shoulder.



Chuckling in disbelief, Kyungsoo smacks his lips to hold back a mocking laugh.

Seriously, he falls asleep on me.



But, really.

Kyungsoo questions himself:

“What am I doing?”



***



Jongin groans as the sunlight seeps into his bedroom. His head is pounding and from the sign of it, Jongin wonders which girl he brings home last night.

Except that he finds none.

He blinks his eyes before finally recollecting the images from last night and a smirk creeps onto his lips.

“Mr. Park,” he calls for his butler while throwing the cover away.

“Yes, Young Master.” The butler bows to him, waiting for his command.

“Who brought me home last night?” Jongin questions while unbuttoning his shirt and grimaces at the smell of alcohol and perfumes.

“I did, Sir. Your companion, Mr. Do, informs the driver about your state and we brought you home.”

Jongin stares. “He didn’t come with me?”

“No, Sir. Mr. Do disappears right away. I suppose he had gone back by his own.”

The CEO snorts, shaking his head.

“Well, prepare the sticks and the car in half an hour. I don’t feel like working today.” Jongin grins as he makes his way into the bathroom, whistling along the way.



Kyungsoo types down his work in his office while listening to Sehun listing off the people coming to the charity event next week.

“No way. Yang Soo-jin wouldn’t come.”

“But it’s written here that she will come, hyung.” Sehun points to the name in the paper. Kyungsoo scoffs.

“Believe me, she won’t. The last time her name was in the list, she sent her assistant in her place.”

“Alright. How about Kim Hyo-min?”

“She might come. But seriously, Sehun. Why are you so interested with the list of the wom—”

His phone rings and with a nod from Sehun, Kyungsoo halts their talk for a while to answer the call.

“Do Kyungsoo’s speaking.”

“Hey.”

His mood goes down a bit after hearing the familiar voice.

“What? It’s still early in the morning.” Kyungsoo says into the line, mouthing ‘Kim Jongin’ to Sehun. The younger male claps his hands interestedly.

“I will not be working today. Come to the golf club in the district of my villa. I’ll be waiting.”

And beep, he ends the call.

With a scoff, Kyungsoo stands up from his seat.

“Sehun-ah, take care of my work for me. I’m going golfing.”



***



“I bet you have never played golf for your entire life. Am I right?” Jongin greets him as soon as Kyungsoo makes his way closer to him.

“And I bet that is not even your business.” Kyungsoo replies him.

Kim Jongin fakes a hurt expression. “So cold even in the morning.”



Kyungsoo watches Kim Jongin and his tag along play golf. It’s not really a nice sight to see but he has a deal and Kyungsoo has to follow his words.



“Oops.” Jongin fakes a gasp when he hits the ball so far away. “Let’s move.”

He gets onto his cart and the small thing drives away, leaving Kyungsoo to walk by his feet across the wide field.

Sighing in annoyance because he knows Kim Jongin is doing it on purpose, Kyungsoo starts walking on his feet. He would leave if not for the deal.

“Hey,”

Kyungsoo stops on his track when someone calls him. They are Kim Jongin’s tag along and one of them sends him a quite weird smile.

“Do you need a ride?”

“No, thank you.” Kyungsoo rejects. Just because he is trying to get Kim Jongin’s information for his article, it doesn’t mean that he has to get along with the other jerks.



Jongin stops his ride after a few seconds, seeing the way his friends offering Do Kyungsoo a ride in his cart. It makes him feels things and he doesn’t like the way they are eyeing Do Kyungsoo.

He is his prey.

When he sees Do Kyungsoo walks away from them, Jongin chuckles in victory. He waits until the journalist comes to him and he pulls him by his wrist into his cart.

He glares at him, pinning him against the seat.

“If you want to write about me, only interact with me. Remember our deal, Do Kyungsoo.”









***








A/N: Hello, everyone. Um, this is me again and I come to update this after a while. Life has been so hard for me, with people talking bad and assignments have to be finished.

Anyway, we have the second chapter here and the story will just get started from here on. Hope you can enjoy this and anticipate more in the future. ^^

Updating this just because today's my birthday and I want to celebrate it with you all. :D
Happy birthday to me (even though all of my friends forget about it but it's okay, I get you guys here!)

Kindly comment, guys! ^^
See you in the next update~