Black Rose Chap. 4 : Dozens of Photographs and Heartwarming Porridge

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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?


















Kim Jongin turns his head left and right because he can’t find Do Kyungsoo anywhere near him. The last time he sees him is when he walks to the bar to get a drink or two and after that, poof, the journalist is nowhere to be seen.

It’s weird and there’s a small voice at the back of his head telling him that something is in danger but Kim Jongin couldn’t make it out what the hell is in danger.

He sees the women of the party owner come up towards him, wearing a smile on their face which is, um, creepy.

“Jongin-ssi, come with me to the dance floor!” She suggests, clinging onto his arm while rubbing her chest against him. Jongin internally winces, pushing her away.

“Do you see Do Kyungsoo around?” He asks her and it’s quick, but he could see the way her face changes before she smiles again.

“No. I wonder where he is.”

Fuck off, woman. You can’t lie.

“Where is he?”

“I don’t know about –”

“I know you know where he is,” Jongin demands, starting to lose his composure as he can tell that something is not quite right. There’s no way she would be very generous to let the Do Kyungsoo in her party without any wicked plan. He should have known it before.

Her eyes run everywhere and with a tight grip onto her arm from the fuming CEO, she shakily spills the bean.

“H-He is at –”







Kyungsoo bites down on the hand covering his mouth and he hears a groan coming from his captor. He wants to turn around, but there are hands holding onto his arms and his knees buckle down from the sudden light kick from someone else.

A hand grabs his hair roughly and Kyungsoo grits his teeth; because he doesn’t know these people. Who do they want with him?

“Do you think you fit in this kind of environment, you little piece of shit?” A man speaks into his face; breathe smelt like alcohol and eyes unfocused.

Kyungsoo scoffs, ignoring him. He yelps, however, when a hand grips his chin tightly that he thinks it might bruise later.

“You do not ignore me when I talk, bitch.”

Then it comes so fast; at first, the man is spitting venom into his face, but the next, he is trying to rip his clothes away.

Kyungsoo struggles to break free, because fuck, he won’t let them do anything to him. He is also a man but that doesn’t mean he is weak.

A harsh tug on his dress shirt causes the buttons to fly around and Kyungsoo shudders from the cold night wind hitting his bare skin. There’s a wicked grin from the captor, before Kyungsoo feels hot breathe hitting his neck.

“Fuck! Let me go!”

Other hands pin him down to the ground as he struggles, but to his horror, hands are starting to fumble with his belt and zipper.

Panic consumes his mind and Kyungsoo kicks around, trying to get free and to save himself from the harassment.

“Get the fuck away from me!” He screeches loudly, only to be ignored by those men.









Kim Jongin comes up by the rooftop only to be met by the scene that makes him goes on rage and he finds himself punching the life out of those people.

It’s the feeling of possessiveness; because the only one who could do bad things to Do Kyungsoo is only Kim Jongin.



Kyungsoo feels hands grabbing him up then leading him out of the place. He doesn’t even remember or realize of what has happened, but then he finds himself sitting in a car with Kim Jongin’s coat over his shoulder.

The whole car ride is silent; Kyungsoo still in a bit shock and Kim Jongin is thinking whatever he is thinking in his head.

They stop by the bus stop and Kim Jongin unbuckles his seat, sitting sideways to face him.

“Where do you live? I will take you.”

Kyungsoo says nothing. Instead, he keeps gripping onto his ruined dress shirt, mind still reeling about what has just happened in the span of thirty minutes. He still can’t get over it.

“Tell me where you live.” Jongin demands, reaching over to touch his shoulder.

“Don’t you fucking touch me!” He snaps, teeth gritted.

A tear rolls down his cheek and Kyungsoo silently reaches a hand up to wipe it away before glancing out of the window.

Kim Jongin stills at the sudden harsh words, but by the look of it, he could still tell that Do Kyungsoo is still quite shaken up.

It’s such a foreign sight; to see the usually strong and hard-headed Do Kyungsoo cries. Jongin still can’t believe his eyes but the image is clear and presented right in front of his eyes.

Do Kyungsoo is known as someone so strong and it’s hard to break the thick walls around him. You couldn’t just come up to him and talk and then you will get on his good side, no. He is known as the Devil of Words; he speaks so lowly about rich people and he writes the real fact behind that money surrounding them.

And today, he could see the weak side of Do Kyungsoo, which no one else could see.

Kim Jongin is surprised and he should be happy, he should be mocking him and calling him with names because this is the day all the rich people have been waiting for, to see him break down and weak without his guarding barriers surrounding him.

But, instead.

There’s a little pinch in his heart, making him unable to do any other thing than what has flashed in his mind.

He hugs him.

Jongin could feel Do Kyungsoo freezes in his embrace and it doesn’t take a genius that Do Kyungsoo will be trying to break free from his hug but Jongin has a certain nickname and his friends call him ‘stubborn’ so he won’t let Do Kyungsoo go because he knows just how much comfort he needs right now.

Do Kyungsoo goes slack in his embrace and he still could feel his body shaking. Jongin couldn’t help but feels a little bit sympathy towards him.

The hug lasts for quite a moment and Jongin slowly leans back as he deems it’s quite alright to let Do Kyungsoo go.

The picture should be ridiculous for people like Jongin; for the rich.

But it’s not.

Jongin finds it’s pretty, it’s beautiful.

The remaining tears stuck on the long eyelashes. Do Kyungsoo’s eyes are a bit swollen and the tip of his nose is flushed pink. His lips –

It might be on impulse but Jongin tilts his head as he presses his lips against Do Kyungsoo’s. They are still very much like what he remembers them; soft and sweet.



Kyungsoo’s eyes widen in surprise at the unexpected move and he gasps, pushing Kim Jongin away.

In his shock, he scrambles out of the car and runs away, leaving Kim Jongin in the car all by himself.

It surprises Jongin that Do Kyungsoo would run away like that.











Jongin walks around in his office, feeling restless as he keeps glancing at the clock. It’s already ten in the morning and there’s no sign of Do Kyungsoo visiting his office like he usually does. Do Kyungsoo is one of the most punctual people Kim Jongin has ever encountered and he usually comes by eight.

His feet can’t seem to stop moving as he keeps on walking here and there. He considers of calling him but before he could do so, a new message comes into his phone and Kim Jongin scrambles to his desk to grab his phone.

I’m not coming today.

That’s it? No explanation? No shit reasons? No apology?

Wait, why would he apologize?

Kim Jongin grunts under his breath, pressing the intercom to call for his secretary.

“Yes, Sir?”

“Find out where Do Kyungsoo lives.”

He won’t come, then Jongin will be the one coming to him.







Kim Jongin stills in front of one big house; looks old but still very much expensive. It’s a two stories house with a small garden surrounding it. The wall is painted with the mix of dark brown and maroon, with black for the gate and light brown on the wooden door. It looks classic and Jongin reaches for his phone.

“Are you sure this is where he lives?”

Because as far as he knows, Do Kyungsoo is no rich man.

“Yes, Sir. The newest information states he has been living there for years.”

Jongin grumbles and hangs up the call, showing his phone into the pocket of his coat before making his way down his car.

He carefully pushes the short gate open and walks towards the wooden door. There’s a bit feeling of nervousness in his mind and he still doubts the rightness of the address but let’s try his luck.

Clearing his throat lowly, Kim Jongin lifts a hand and knocks onto the light brown wooden door hesitantly. What would he lose? Nothing.

He can hear sounds of footsteps slowly coming closer towards the door and anticipation fills Jongin’s mind.

And the house owner would be?



Do Kyungsoo. Yes.



The surprise look on his face is priceless and Kim Jongin has a mind of taking a picture of it to laugh later.

Do Kyungsoo has a fever plaster on his forehead and he is wearing glasses.

It’s a bit weird but the kind of cute weird for Jongin.

“W-What are you doing here? How do you know where I live?” Do Kyungsoo questions in confusion.

Jongin takes two seconds to gain his composure back from seeing something quite adorable before answering to the question.

“You are not going against our agreement by not coming to my office. And I have my ways to find your address.” He shrugs, trying to act nonchalant.

Do Kyungsoo remains silent.

“You are not going to invite me in?” Jongin cocks an eyebrow at him.

The male in glasses stares at him as if he has grown two heads before he sighs in surrender. He steps aside and Kim Jongin is delighted to enter the house. As soon as he gets inside, his eyes wander around and he barely hears the soft sound of door closing.

“Serve yourself.” Do Kyungsoo says before walking away, leaving him alone.

He is entering one particular room and it’s when Jongin realizes that Do Kyungsoo’s face is so pale that he looks like a ghost and that his lips are slightly almost purple and he wonders whether he is sick, because he has that fever plaster on his head.

Jongin follows right after him and sees Do Kyungsoo stops by the table, holding it tightly while his other hand grips onto the side of his head.

He could see him shivers. He must be sick.

No wonder; Jongin has sneezed twice yesterday and he knows the weather is not really good nowadays.







Kyungsoo grits his teeth as his headache come hitting him with full force that he almost loses his balance. He should be taking a medicine, he knows, but he is running short on money and he doesn’t think the remaining of his money would be enough to check himself to a doctor.

He walks slowly, no longer holding onto the table as he deems his balance is okay for now. He just needs to go back to his bed and curl under the blanket to sleep the high fever away and he just hopes he will be good tomorrow.

As soon as he takes another step forward, black dots filling his sight and Kyungsoo winces internally when his power leave his knees and he buckles down, losing his consciousness.





Kim Jongin yelps softly when he runs to catch the fainting male into his arms.

Just a mere touch on Do Kyungsoo’s skin makes Jongin realizes that he is having a very high fever and that this couldn’t be going too long. He scoops the male into his arms before bringing him towards the bed he finds just a few steps away.

The male is shivering by now and his lips are so dry and pale, cold sweat breaking on his skin.

Jongin grunts and dials the number of his family doctor.

“Doctor Ha, please come by the address I will text you after this because I need your assistance.”









His family doctor has examined Do Kyungsoo and assures him that he would be fine. He just needs enough rest and to drink lots of water. The medication is left on the bedside table and he suggests him to feed the sick male porridge for now.

Jongin thanks him and walks him out of the house. The door closes and it’s silent again. He just needs to wait for his driver to come in a few more minutes bringing the wanted porridge from the most expensive restaurant he has ordered.

His driver comes in less than five minutes and Jongin peeks into the container to finds the warm porridge in it.

Putting the food on the dining table, he walks around the house while waiting for the sick male to wake up from his sleep.

There are lots of photo frames hanging around the wall and also on top of shelves and small tables around the corner.

Jongin could see Do Kyungsoo in every of them, but the scenery inside each of the photo is quite surprising.

They vary from Paris to China to New York to Thailand and many other countries that Jongin hasn’t even visited yet; he could find Do Kyungsoo in the photos. He was smiling; a unique shape of heart adorning his lips as he smiled and it’s weird because he was not alone. Jongin could find Do Kyungsoo’s parents standing along him and there was another male, one that Jongin doesn’t know who.

It angers him a bit because that male was standing beside Do Kyungsoo in every photograph hanging on the wall and also in the other frames. He has his arms around Do Kyungsoo, hugging, holding hands, and everyone seeing the photos would know that he was very close to Do Kyungsoo.

Just, who is it?

Jongin feels rage consuming him because he is angry. He has never seen Do Kyungsoo smile even once and to think that this stranger male had seen every facial expression other than a frowning Do Kyungsoo, it makes him angry.

With a heavy heart, Jongin grabs his coat and storms out of the house, practically destroying his car as he drives away.











Kyungsoo shifts as he feels a little bit better and his headache has lessened a bit. He opens his eyes and finds he is in his bed and last time he remembers he has a guest.

With a jolt, he sits up and immediately curses himself for doing so because the full swing brings another round of light pain throbbing on the side of his temple.

There’s no other sound and also it doesn’t seem there’s another presence of human in his house beside himself and Kyungsoo grabs his knitted sweater and wears it as he makes his way out of his bedroom.

He can’t find Kim Jongin anywhere and he sighs in relief, even though there’s a very tiny part on the back of his brain that tells him he is lying.

Shaking the thought off, Kyungsoo makes his way towards the kitchen to find something to soothe his dry throat; only to find a package of something smelling really good on top of the dining table.

It takes his curiosity and Kyungsoo unwraps the plastic around it, finding a container of warm porridge in it. There’s a small post-it note on top of it, written by hasty hand-writing of: Eat up.



A smile tugs the corner of his lips and Kyungsoo grabs a spoon before slurping down the delicious porridge in content, feeling a bit thankful.









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A/N: Another update and we get to know more about Do Kyungsoo. Hmm, I wonder what will happen next...
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