Black Rose Chap. 5 : Change of Heart

[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?


















Kyungsoo gets ready for bed after swallowing down the medication he finds by the bedside table and once again, he is feeling a bit thankful towards Kim Jongin (not that he will admit it).

His phone beeps from the new message and he grabs the device, unlocking it and blinks in mild surprise when he finds out the sender is no other than Kim Jongin.

Are you feeling any better?

It amuses him to no end. So, Kim Jongin could also show this side of him; the side where he looks care.

Kyungsoo chuckles softly, nuzzling into his blanket while biting down onto his bottom lip as he types a reply: Fine

It sounds so flat that Kyungsoo wonders how in the world he could type down a very flat message when he smiles while doing so.

You are so cold.

Kim Jongin’s reply makes him laugh softly and Kyungsoo decides to ignore the message for now. He wouldn’t want to show him any weakness of his just because he helps him and buys him porridge.

No.

At least, maybe, not yet.









It’s a nice morning, sunny yet the wind blows just right, and Kyungsoo packs his things. His packed lunch is inside his bag, along with his laptop and his writing tools, before he gets his long coat and makes his way out of his house.

And off he is towards Kim Corporation.







He is barely able to knock onto the door when it opens and Kim Jongin comes into his sight, muttering to him to get inside quickly.

Kyungsoo parts his mouth to say something, however, he freezes when a palm lands over his forehead to feel his temperature and he is staring straight into Kim Jongin’s eyes which are dangerously close to his face.

It makes Kyungsoo nervous and he could feel his toes fidget around in his shoes.

“Your fever dies down already. Good.” The rich male mutters before he backs away and walks towards his glass desk to continue his work as if nothing had happened.

Kyungsoo blinks his eyes and chuckles internally, staring amusedly at the working CEO on the desk.

Shrugging, he decides to walk towards the very same spot he usually sits to inspect every move Kim Jongin makes; unaware of the stare the rich male gives on his back.





Hours pass before finally Kyungsoo closes down the lid of his laptop and stretches himself a bit.

He sees Kim Jongin standing up from his seat and then walking over to where he is sitting.

“Hey, Do,” he calls, “grab some lunch with me, would you?”

Kyungsoo stills and feels his toes fidget again before he reaches for his bag.

“Actually,” he starts, pulling out a big lunch box he packed before, “I brought his. For you.”



Jongin feels his inside does summersault and it brings something weird bubbling in his chest.

“For me?”

“Consider this as a thank you,” Kyungsoo mutters grudgingly, glancing away to hide his embarrassment.

Jongin furrows an eyebrow, lips forming an amused smirk.

“You go all soft on me after you don’t feel well?”

Kyungsoo glares at him yet Jongin continues his words.

“I should help you a lot then so you will owe me a lot and you could change and it will be nice to see a not-grumpy you or—”

He stops talking when a small egg roll is being shoved into his mouth.

“Shut up and eat. I will take it back if you don’t want it and don’t ever wish to—”

Kyungsoo stills and glares at the male across him when Kim Jongin pushes a kimbab into his mouth.

“You talk too much,” Jongin shrugs, smirking at him. “And no, you will not take this awau because I’m going to finish everything—”

Do Kyungsoo feeds him a small cut of rice cake to shut him up.

“Shut the hell up.”

Jongin exhales in amusement, swallowing down the food before pushing a marinated beef in between Do Kyungsoo’s lips.

“I don’t want to shut up.” He challenges, lifting his eyebrows up.

Kyungsoo glares, stuffing Kim Jongin’s mouth with his food.

“Let’s see then.”

The lunch ends up with a feeding war and it amuses them (not that they will admit it).









“Let me take you home,” Jongin speaks as he grabs his car key and coat. Kyungsoo ignores him while putting his laptop into his bag.

“I better no.”

“I’m taking you home.” Jongin insists.

“I’m going by myself.”

“You are coming with me.”

“I don’t care.”

Kyungsoo walks out of Kim Jongin’s office, only to feel a pull on his backpack and he feels his eyebrows twitch in annoyance as Kim Jongin drags him towards the lift, heading to the parking ground.

The journey in the lift is silent as Kyungsoo folds his arms and ignores the rich male beside him. Jongin watches him in amusement.

The little journalist tries to make an escape once the lift door opens but Jongin grabs him by his arm and pulls him towards his car. He ignores the groan coming from the journalist as he opens the door and waits for him to get inside.

Do Kyungsoo glares at him.

“Well? Won’t you get in?” Jongin cocks his eyebrow, smirking down at him.

Kyungsoo huffs, rolling his eyes in annoyance before giving up and getting into the car.



Jongin drives his car, tapping his fingers gently against the steering wheel while he keeps on stealing an amused glance on the angry journalist on the passenger seat.

“Say, Do,” he starts to break the icy silence.

“What?” The response comes with a bark. Jongin internally chuckles.

“The house you are living in… is it yours?”

Do Kyungsoo ignores him for a few seconds before hissing a soft, “No comment.”

It grabs Jongin’s curiosity even further and maybe he could pry about this information on any other time.

“And the other male in the photos in your house. Who is it?”

He almost misses the way Do Kyungsoo stiffens at his question and he waits for an answer. None is coming and Jongin sighs at the lack of response.



They arrive at the said house and Kyungsoo glances a bit at him.

“I’m not going to thank you because you force me to sit in your car and listen to your bad taste of music and your nonsense jokes.”

He gets out of the car and slams the car door harshly, making Jongin winces inside the vehicle.

“What a rude young man.” He muses, thinking that he prefers a barking and scowling Do Kyungsoo rather than a silent Do Kyungsoo.

With a small smile, Jongin drives his car away as soon as Do Kyungsoo closes the door to his house.









The morning comes way too quick and Kyungsoo brings a small sling bag this time and lets his laptop rests for a day because the poor thing suffers a lot the night before because it contains too much of Kim Jongin’s name and a few other words close to jerk and bastard in it.

There’s a rapid knocking on his door and Kyungsoo wonders who the hell would come in such an early morning to visit him.

“Yes?”

A bulgy bodyguard with black suit stands in front of his door and gives him a quick bow.

“Good morning, Mr. Do. I get an order from Mr. Kim to fetch you and bring you to the place he orders me to.”

Kyungsoo groans at that devil’s idea.

So much to think that he could curse less today.







The driver brings him towards a place he has never visited before and he begins to wonder that maybe this is one of Kim Jongin’s traps of abducting him and then throwing him somewhere without anyone who would help him.

The car enters a modern big house, looks so expensive but still beautiful nonetheless. Kyungsoo gets down from the car when the door is opened for him and he inspects the place in awe.

It’s a huge one story house with wide garden and fresh green grass on the ground. The house is so modern and the whole side windows are made from full glass and Kyungsoo starts to put one and one together and concludes that this is Kim Jongin’s house.

He walks towards the green grass a bit quickly because he loves the smell of soil and green and does it even make sense, but whatever, Kyungsoo ignores the conscious voice in his brain and—

“Uwah!” He yelps because the inner water taps poking from inside the soil are spurting water randomly and he is not wet. With water. In someone else’s house. And he has no other change of clothes with him. Great. Just great.

He has not even done with his curses yet another round of water spurts out and he jumps in surprise, trying to avoid the water, only to get another spurt from the other side.

“Fuck!”







Jongin chuckles in mild amusement as he watches the way Do Kyungsoo gets wet from the water. It should be keep watering the plants for another one minute and when he deems it’s safe to get out, he slides the glass window open and gets closer to him.

“Hey! Enjoying your morning shower, little birdie?”

Kyungsoo glares at him with an invisible laser and Jongin laughs, opening his mouth to bark another tease when suddenly the water comes out again and he hisses in surprise.

The little journalist jolts in surprise from another sudden attack, slipping on the wet grass and falling backwards.

Kim Jongin sees him falling down and decides to help him by getting closer and reaches for his arm, but he steps onto his own cotton pants and slips down along with him.



“Shit.”

Jongin mutters as he feels the dull pain on his elbow on where he is holding himself up from kissing the soil and wet grass, before opening his eyes and to his surprise, he finds his face merely close towards the wincing Do Kyungsoo’s.

The journalist curses under his breath and parts his eyes, internally yelping when Kim Jongin is staring into his eyes.

The water has stopped by now and they should be getting up because they are perfectly wet by now, but no one moves and instead keep staring.



Jongin starts to wonder if he was thinking with his impulse when he finds himself leaning down to press his lips against Do Kyungsoo’s parted mouth. He could feel a soft hitch from Do Kyungsoo’s breath and the male makes no resistance to shy away from him.

It pushes him to press a little bit harder other than just a slight brush of lips and he ends up kissing Do Kyungsoo on his lawn; all wet and dirty but overall, satisfied.









Kyungsoo curses softly as he tries to dry his hair with the towel Kim Jongin gives him. His clothes are all wet and damp and he is not really that comfortable wearing one of Kim Jongin’s large shirt and a pair of trousers.

He sees the rich male walks around here and there, telling his maid to bring their clothes to the laundry to dry it well and good before turning back to him.



For Jongin, seeing his biggest enemy wearing his clothes is not something he is looking forward to. But now, after having the Do Kyungsoo standing in his clothes, looking all annoyed and hair still damp, he starts to rethink everything.

“Your clothes will be delivered soon. At least an hour. For now, just stay and wander around, it’s fine.”

It’s just a reason, of course Jongin knows it.

It’s a perfect reason to have the Do Kyungsoo staying willingly in his house.

“Why are you bringing me here?” Do Kyungsoo asks him, standing there in the middle of his little office room with his arms crossed in front of his chest, a bare foot tapping impatiently against the carpeted floor.

“Not feeling like going to my company. I want to stay home. It’s a good opportunity for you, anyway. You can do whatever thing you always do not that you can see my house ad eve, wearing my clothes.” He says, wriggling his eyebrows teasingly.

Do Kyungsoo huffs in disbelief.

“Go ahead. Walk around and see everything that takes your curiosity.” Jongin offers him.

The little journalist seems to do not trust his words for a moment before he skips away from his living room, heading out of the hallway.

Jongin watches him in amusement before making his way back to his desk.







Kyungsoo hums, admiring the beautiful house (even though it is owned by someone so wicked).

The hallways are filled with expensive painting of abstracts form and sceneries. There are also vases with various flowers here and there. Typical rich family. Kyungsoo rolls his eyes.

He stops, however, upon a big thing hanging on the wall. Something resembling a crest? Emblem? Family crest, maybe?

“It’s… familiar,” Kyungsoo murmurs under his breath, staring at the crest of roses in the color of black.

Weird, but well, he can’t judge. Typical rich family, owning a unique crest.

He walks around again, passing a few more hallways before stopping onto a dead end, where he could find portraits of people who maybe are the Kims. There’s a name under each of the portrait: Kim Jonghoon, Kim Jongsoo, Kim Jongin.

Ah, yes, that’s right.

So, there are grandfather and father of Kim Jongin.

Kyungsoo stops in front of the portrait of the grandfather of Kim Jongin because as far as he knows, he hasn’t met this old man yet and he knows he is still alive. He still comes out in the news once in a while; but something about this old man grabs his interest.

He seems familiar, but Kyungsoo couldn’t remember on where he has met him.







The maids greet him on his way and Kyungsoo makes the chance to question them about the real Kim Jongin.

They are girls; so it’s no wonder that they say their boss Kim Jongin is so handsome and attractive and they would forever work there under him just to keep seeing his perfectly sculpted face.

The other workers such as driver and gardeners say their boss Kim Jongin is someone great and amazing and they seem to adore him so much. Kim Jongin becomes as if he was an idol in his own house.



A bit disappointed but kind of interested after the interview with the workers, Kyungsoo walks back to Kim Jongin’s little office room, only to find the house owner is nowhere to be found.

Shrugging, Kyungsoo sits down onto the couch with a loud sigh. His body is sore from the fall just now when he slips on the grass and his cold is still a bit disturbing his nose. He ends up lying down onto the couch to rest for a while, closing his eyes while liking the silence.

Kyungsoo doesn’t remember when he falls asleep on the couch.







Jongin walks back from talking to his personal assistant on the phone, finding Do Kyungsoo lying down on his couch and sleeping soundlessly.

His limbs move on their own; finding a blanket from the nearby closet and putting it over the sleeping male to hide him from the cold. He crouches down onto his knees, silently watching the little journalist sleeps.

Jongin lifts a hand up and gently touches the white cheek of Do Kyungsoo, slowly getting his braveness to caress the skin. Do Kyungsoo stirs a bit but he continues sleeping.

He doesn’t know how long he has been crouching there just to watch this male sleeps, but Jongin feels a sudden rush of adrenaline when his eyes land on the sight of Do Kyungsoo’s parted lips.

His heart skips a beat or two as he regains his composure because there’s a very loud voice in his head informing him that he wants to kiss those lips.

So badly.

Jongin grits his teeth, holding himself back in fear of waking the journalist as he runs his thumb over the plump lips and relishes in the feeling of how soft they are.



He gulps; slowly leaning down and he doesn’t even realize his breath has gotten uneven by now.

Just a bit more, Jongin thinks as his eyes train onto the sinful lips of Do Kyungsoo.

Leaning down slowly, he is about to press his lips against the other’s –

– when Do Kyungsoo wakes up and opens his eyes.





Jongin jolts back in surprise and hears his blood rushes in his ears, as Do Kyungsoo is staring at him with his wide, unreadable eyes.

“I-I was – I don’t—you are—I, I didn’t do a-anything! Y-You look cold and I was just g-giving you blanket!”

Fuck. Kim Jongin doesn’t stutter.



Kyungsoo watches the rich male in amusement, not really getting what he is talking about and he shrugs it off.

“Thanks anyway,” he motions towards the blanket.

Stretching himself up, Kyungsoo starts talking again.

“I’m going back home.”

Kim Jongin stops him. “Your clothes haven’t arrived yet, you should –”



“Young Master,” there’s a knock on the door of his office room and a maid steps inside, holding the perfectly dried clothes on the hanger.

“The clothes are ready, Sir.”

Kyungsoo walks towards the maid and thanks her, before walking out to the bathroom to change back.



Jongin sighs while massaging his temple. Fuck. First, he stutters. Second, the timing of the laundry is so great. Third, he doesn’t have any more reason to keep Do Kyungsoo here.

“I’m going back. Thanks.” Do Kyungsoo speaks, surprising him and Jongin quickly turns around to find the journalist holding his sling bag and heading towards the door.

“Wait! I will drive you home!” He grabs his car key and ignores the protest of ‘No need’ from Do Kyungsoo.

He insists.

And he is going to drive Do Kyungsoo home.





The drive back to Do Kyungsoo’s house is silence; it’s not as if they had ever talked about something whenever they find themselves in this situation.

The car parks right in front of the said house.

Do Kyungsoo makes a move to open the door.

“Are you not going to let me in?” Jongin questions, eyebrows furrowing.

Do Kyungsoo sends him a stare as if he was sleep-talking.

“What for?”

“Thanks, anyway.” He says again, not giving Jongin a chance to speak, before getting down from the car.

Jongin purses his lips, before thinking that he is not going to let this day go just like this. Getting out of his own car, Jongin runs after the journalist who is standing in front of the door and unlocking it silently.

“Hey, Do,” he calls.





Kyungsoo turns around after rolling his eyes at the stubborn male.

“Wh –”

There’s a soft peck lands onto his cheek and Kim Jongin gives him a wink and a cheeky grin.

“Rest well.” He says before running back to his car and drives away; leaving Kyungsoo stunned by the door of his house and silently watches the vehicle disappears further.







Jongin sits in his office room, reading the work papers in disinterest, before his mind recalls back onto the scene in his garden, which involves him, Do Kyungsoo, grass, water, and lips.

His chest flutters weirdly when he remembers kissing Do Kyungsoo’s lips and Jongin couldn’t help but admits that he likes the feeling. He swears he can feel Do Kyungsoo’s lips moving slightly along with his.

Feeling happy for the rest of the night, Jongin twirls around on his leather chair while chuckling once in a while, forgetting his papers completely.

Comments

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It's time I stop to comment. I like your story very much and I've read it in one go so far.
It's an interesting relationship between the two. Simple, in reality, but they make it a lot complicated. They are falling for each other, they know that, but they wouldn't admit it.
Almost ridiculous. But fluffy and romantic anyway. :)