Black Rose Chap. 3 : Of Drinks and Parties

[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?


















Jongin spins on his seat, mind thinking about the interesting journalist goes by the name of Do Kyungsoo.

It’s weird that he can’t stop thinking about that man.

And there are some images in his mind that he couldn’t get them off.

Even though he passed out during the drink, he clearly remembers the way he grabbed the male and kissed him. What makes him curious is that Do Kyungsoo should have pushed him away and maybe slap him, hit him, or maybe curse him, but he kissed him back.

It’s clearly weird for Jongin, but he doesn’t clearly dislike it.

And he wants to see him again.



Grabbing his phone, Jongin leans back on his leather chair and dials the numbers of the person who has been haunting his mind for a while.

“Good day, Mr. Do. I have an appointment for you.”







Being in a gathering is not what Kyungsoo likes, moreover an expensive gathering where the rich people get together.

Cursing Kim Jongin in his mind, he makes his way into the section where he can see Kim Jongin and his men and women all around him.

Kim Jongin has called earlier and inform him about their next appointment where Kyungsoo could use the time to inspect the rich male and write bad things about him. Okay, sure, it’s good. But not in a place like this, where Kyungsoo could feel hands touching his ass just now.

“Mr. Do,” Kim Jongin greets him with a smirk on his lips, his hand lifting a glass. He pushes one of the women away and scoots, patting the empty spot beside him and invites him to sit down.

Kyungsoo hisses silently and makes his way there, ignoring the strange looks from the people around him.

“Why can’t you choose a better place next time, Kim Jongin?” He hisses under his breath. The business man shrugs. “Why? My deal, my way.”

Oh how much he wants to punch that face.





Jongin enjoys seeing the look on Do Kyungsoo’s face. It’s priceless and he looks like he could kill someone right now.

“Chill, Mr. Do.” He whispers into his ear, offering a glass of fruit punch to him. Do Kyungsoo glares at him and ignores the offer.

Smiling in amusement, Jongin continues talking with his friends.

The gathering goes calm enough before finally Do Kyungsoo excuses himself to go to the toilet to calm himself from acting reckless because this weird rich gathering starts to get into his nerve. Jongin follows him with his eyes.

Kyungsoo sighs heavily once the music gets down when he steps into the luxurious toilet. This Kim Jongin is messing with him. Oh, how much he wants to choke him to death. That fucker.

But, no. He should not do that or he would be in the front cover of every newspaper and magazine, with the headline of murdering the rich Kim Jongin in a rich club. No, no, no. He has to calm down. He has a deal with Kim Jongin and he will get a very good benefit if he could ignore everything and just went with the flow.

Yeah. As if.

Kyungsoo makes his way back, out of the calming toilet to the noisy club with weird electro music booming from the sound system.

He could barely realize it, but a few bitches with bitchy face are storming towards him with full force and the impact is getting an alcohol stain on his t-shirt.

The woman shrieks, gaining some attention to them from the people around.

“How dare you! Don’t you know this is an expensive drink!”

Kyungsoo grits his teeth. Fuck you, bitch, you bump onto me.

Getting no answer from him, the woman scoffs and lifts a hand up to land a hit over his face, but before she could do so, there’s a hand holding onto her wrist.

“What’s going on here?” Kim Jongin questions calmly, fist tight around the woman’s wrist.

“Jongin-ssi!” She wails, faking a sob over his arm. “This man bumped onto me and he spilt my drink!”

Kyungsoo rolls his eyes, not wanting to watch the scene any further.

Kim Jongin shrugs her away. “I will buy you new drink. Go to the bar and just order. Get out of my sight.” He says, ignoring the shocked look from her.

He easily shrugs his coat off and drapes it over Kyungsoo’s shoulder, before grabbing onto his wrist and pulls him out of the club. Kyungsoo tries to yank his hand out of his grip but Kim Jongin might be going to the gym because he is quite strong.

Kim Jongin forces him to sit into his car and Kyungsoo folds his arms in front of his chest. The CEO gets onto the driver seat and pulls out his handkerchief out of his pocket and starts to dab the drink away from the journalist’s t-shirt.

Kyungsoo pushes his hands away and glares at him.

“Don’t touch me.” He hisses to him.

The CEO simply stares at him before holding his hands up. He throws the handkerchief onto the other’s lap, muttering a short ‘suit yourself’ before starting the engine of the car and drives away from the club.

Kyungsoo huffs in annoyance because he doesn’t get any information for his article today and instead, he gets a drink poured all over him and now his skin is cold. Fuck.

The whole drive is silent, save for the noises from other cars outside. Kyungsoo keeps his eyes away from his enemy while Kim Jongin whistles ignorantly while driving.





“Stop there.” Kyungsoo demands when the sight of bus stop comes in front of them. Kim Jongin hums nonchalantly, driving to the side and without waiting for any word, Kyungsoo unbuckles the seat belt, leaving the coat and the handkerchief in the seat and slams the car door close.

The CEO watches him amusedly, eyes trained onto the journalist’s back as he walks away, and sometimes wandering down to his ass.

With a whistle, he drives away.







Kyungsoo huffs angrily, walking back home alone in the darkness. How dare he! He is fucking with him; that Kim Jongin fucker.

With a quick twist of his key, Kyungsoo gets into his house, slumping down against the door right after he closes it.

He sighs.

His life is moving in a drastic pace, bringing him with unpredictable things and Kyungsoo swears he doesn’t know where fate is bringing him.

Glancing at the photo frame by the desk, he could see the picture of two boys laughing happily. Kyungsoo sighs sadly, muttering:

“Hyung, where are you…?”

He fumbles with his phone, dialing with the all-too-familiar numbers and gets no answer as always, only listening to the beeping sound.



***



“Mr. Kim, there are women wanting to meet you for a short time.”

“Send them in.” Kim Jongin speaks into the intercom and in a minute, the door to his office creaks open and comes the women from the gathering last night.

“Can I help you, ladies?”

The woman from yesterday bats her eyelashes at him.

“We are sorry for disturbing your time, Jongin-ssi, but we come here to apologize about the ruckus last night. It’s such an immature act of mine.”

“It’s alright. Is that all?” The CEO flips his documents.

“No, actually, I want to invite you to a party tonight. It will be held at our usual club, Jongin-ssi. I hope you can come.”

“I’ll think about it.” Kim Jongin says to her, sending a quick fake to them. “Now, if you were done, I believe my secretary could show you the way out.”

He ignores the offended look from the women and presses onto the intercom.

“Take them out.”



***



Kyungsoo begins to wonder. What is it with Kim Jongin and parties? He seems to could not get enough of partying.

He gets a call from Kim Jongin the bastard, informing him to get ready because he is going to take him to a party. Sehun sends him a fighting gesture, telling him that this is the luckiest he could get because hanging around your target gives you lots of information to write in your article.

Once they step into the club, Kyungsoo sighs heavily from the welcoming booming music. This is clearly not his style.

Kim Jongin offers him drink and he refuses it. He has a bad experience with alcohol.





The women come in front of them.

“You come, Jongin-ssi! And with… him!” She tries to act positive. Kyungsoo inwardly scoffs, please.

“Do Kyungsoo-ssi,” she calls him and it takes Kyungsoo’s interest, because seriously? She is talking to him?

“Yes?”

“I’m sorry about last night. I guess I was drunk and it didn’t end well.” She laughs in fake. Kyungsoo mutters a quick ‘it’s fine’.







Kim Jongin easily blends around with the people, sipping on his drink while flirting around with girls with big boobs and short skirt.

Kyungsoo rolls his eyes. Of course, he should have expected this. And he is not in the mood to see him flirting.

He steps away from the scene, slipping past people and tries to find his own solace by getting up onto the rooftop of the club.

It’s calm and empty and it helps him clear his mind from things.

He could see the night life of Seoul, the blinking lights and the faraway noises. It’s calm. It’s really calm and Kyungsoo appreciates the silence.







He doesn’t realize it,

But some people are creeping behind him.

Closer.

Closer.

And closer,





Before finally a hand encloses over his mouth and Kyungsoo’s shrieks goes muffled against the skin.









***








A/N: An short update, because I don't really feel well. X(
Things are going to get interesting soon, so I hope you enjoy this one.
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