Black Rose Chap. 7 : The Closed Door

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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?


















“I’m sorry for leaving you in the middle of lunch yesterday.” Jongin hears Do Kyungsoo says to him, complete with a bow to show his apology.

“It’s okay. I’m sure you have something important to do.”

Do Kyungsoo gives him another bow before walking away to sit down on the couch he usually sits. His face is so sad and miserable; his eyes are bloodshot and dark circles decorating under them.

Pondering over the sudden idea in his brain, Jongin grabs his coat and walks up to the little journalist.

“Stand up. Let’s go out. I’m not working today.”

A pair of big eyes blinks questioningly at him. “Where to?”

“Just follow me,” Jongin mutters, walking out of his office room.











It has been such a long time since Jongin walks around the street like this. Ever since he takes over the company and does those paper works, he has lost his free life and spends more of his free time in the pubs.

So, walking along the street while glancing around at the street food with Do Kyungsoo walking beside him is something Jongin finds refreshing and interesting.

No one seems to recognize him so far and it’s good. Jongin doesn’t need to have people walking around him and taking his pictures.

“Why are we out here?” Do Kyungsoo asks him curiously, big round eyes staring up at him and Jongin starts to wonder how those eyes have such an effect on him.

“I don’t feel like working. It’s boring. And I want to eat things.” He murmurs before walking to the ice cream vendor. He hears Do Kyungsoo following behind him and after ordering two cones of ice cream, he pays and gives one towards the little journalist.

Do Kyungsoo blinks in surprise at the sudden give of ice cream and he takes it a little hesitantly, muttering a soft ‘thank you’ to him. Jongin sends him a quick grin before licking up the sweet ice cream and smiles at the way it melts on his tongue. It’s been a while.

He walks again, staring straight while occasionally stealing a glance on the little journalist beside him who is licking the ice cream like a kid (quite adorably) and it curves a wider smile on his mouth.

Maybe it’s silly; but Jongin feels the need to cheer the sad Do Kyungsoo up.

It’s not his usual face. The Do Kyungsoo he knows is the strong male, hard appearance, and sharp mouth. It’s not interesting to see him this miserable and silent.

They walk along the shops and do window-shopping. Jongin doesn’t know what people usually do to cheer people up but he thinks this might be enough. Do Kyungsoo is too complicated for him to understand.











Kyungsoo bites onto the cones of the ice cream he is holding while staring at the back of Kim Jongin who has walked a bit faster than him, moving towards the spicy rice cakes vendor.

It’s weird, because Kim Jongin is too kind.

He knows what he is doing. He knows Kim Jongin attempts to cheer him up because he also knows that he looks so fucking miserable with his pale face and swollen eyes for crying all night long.

He just doesn’t see this coming. Kim Jongin is the most ignorant person for all he knows.



“Are you done?” Kim Jongin asks him, motioning to the ice cream in his hand. Kyungsoo blinks at the question before nodding his head, only to gap in surprise when a paper plate containing freshly cooked spicy rice cakes are being shoved into his hand.

“Wha –”

“Eat up. I’m hungry.” Kim Jongin says while eating from his own plate, munching and hissing from the hotness of the rice cakes.

Kyungsoo gazes at the rice cakes with red sauce in the plate in his hand and smiles in disbelief because Kim Jongin is so fucking kind today.

He ends up eating and finishing his portion faster than the hissing Kim Jongin beside him.







He catches the sight of the small smile on Do Kyungsoo’s mouth and Jongin internally cheers for pulling up that smile after such long hours. They, or more likely because of Jongin’s force, end up eating more street foods much to their liking and Jongin couldn’t help but admit that he really enjoys today.

It’s precious; to see Do Kyungsoo’s smile.



“Thank you.” Do Kyungsoo whispers all of the sudden, breaking Jongin from his trance.

Is he dreaming?

Do Kyungsoo is thanking him!

Sincerely!



“U-Uh, no problem.” He stutters, glancing away to cover his embarrassment for stuttering like an idiot.

What he hears next is something he doesn’t expect; a chuckle.

The sound is melodic and Jongin snaps his neck to see the image of Do Kyungsoo chuckling into his knuckles.



The sight is pretty.

Jongin gulps in disbelief because he doesn’t think he could breathe right now.

He ends up shoving more macaroons into his mouth, coughing when he chokes and he hears that laugh again.











Jongin kills the engine of his car as they stop in front of Do Kyungsoo’s house. The journalist sends him a small smile and a quick whisper of ‘thank you’ before attempting to get out of the car.

With hurried pace, Jongin also gets down and insists of walking him up to his door.



“Thank you so much for today,” Do Kyungsoo tells him once again, hand moving to grab onto the door knob.

“W-Wait!” Jongin stops him, grabbing onto his arm to prevent him from moving away.

Do Kyungsoo stops and waits for his next word.

Seriously.

What is Jongin doing?



He holds onto both of Do Kyungsoo’s upper arm as he leans forward, aware of the hitched breath from the journalist in front of him.

He must be crazy.

Jongin is sure he is crazy by now.

Because he is sober right now but he kisses Do Kyungsoo on his mouth.



The touch is soft, feathery like and Jongin couldn’t help but liking the texture of those plump lips.

He tilts his head aside to press his mouth more against Do Kyungsoo and much to his surprise, the little journalist doesn’t even push him and slap him, but he ends up kissing him back.

Jongin is sure he is crazy.

And he is sure Do Kyungsoo has also gone crazy with him.



Lips moving softly and gently, just to savor and maintain the slight contact, before Jongin draws back slowly and watches the eyelashes of Do Kyungsoo flutters against the apple of his cheeks.

The journalist’s face is slightly flushed and Jongin doesn’t know whether it’s from embarrassment or because it’s cold outside.

“S-See you.” Jongin whispers, backing away before running back to his car.



As soon as Kim Jongin drives away with heart beating out of control, Kyungsoo quickly scrambles inside his house and breathes in shock because his mind is messy, his heartbeats are so fast, and surprisingly… he likes the kiss.











Jongin sits on the leather chair on his house office at night, still thinking on the kiss they shared a few hours ago and he can’t help but groaning into his hands.

He is so impulsive! It’s like he is not thinking with his brain.

Another groan leaves him because he can’t even get Do Kyungsoo out of his mind. He keeps on playing repeatedly in his brain.

He tries to distract himself by grabbing a random document, only to stop when he realizes what’s in between his fingers.

Kyungsoo, Do

He remembers telling his secretary to inspect the background of Do Kyungsoo and to not leave a single detail.

With hesitant fingers, he finally flips the first page open.











Jongin feels his heart is jumping on each second he is reading the document containing Do Kyungsoo’s information.

His heart loses its normal beats and his eyes dart here and there in panic.

This can’t be true.

“How can...?” He mutters in shock, voice no louder than a whisper.











Kyungsoo feels on a better mood this morning. He wakes up with a smile and even earlier than his usual time.

He feels like being kind today.

So, maybe that’s why he is packing a set of lunch box prettily and heads towards Kim Jongin’s office thirty minutes earlier.

The door creaks softly when he pushes it open and of course, no Kim Jongin yet in there.

Kyungsoo pads towards the messy desk of Kim Jongin, a smile playing on his lips as he imagines how Kim Jongin will react when he later sees the lunch box placed prettily for him.

Once he puts the lunch box on the desk, Kyungsoo spins on his heels and steps aside, only to have his brown long coat stuck on the corner of the documents stack and ends up toppling everything down.

He rolls his eyes at that. Such a smooth move.

He begins to pick the documents one by one because even though Kim Jongin is a prick, he can’t just ruin someone’s work like that.

The documents are about contract, legalization, taxes, and—

Kyungsoo, Do

Reading his own name in one of the documents sends Kyungsoo in shock and he blinks in surprise, not knowing what it is.

Kim Jongin is doing a background check on him?

The first few pages are about his personal information and health records, complete.

Then there are pictures of him from young to the newest.

And the most shocking one is the whole set of his family history, about what kind of business his father had before and also the cause of the bankrupt. Every single thing is completely stated in there.

Reading them one by one makes Kyungsoo trembles in anger and confusion. He feels like a stupid person for not noticing what this whole thing is.

Fate tricks him so cruelly.

With broken and shocked heart, Kyungsoo drops the documents from his trembling fingers before running away.











Jongin steps into the building of his company with heavy heart. How should he face Do Kyungsoo now after he knows everything about his life? It’s like he is trespassing into someone’s territory.

Moreover, when he finds out about that.

The door to his office room is slightly opened and he wonders whether his secretary is that clumsy to not even close it. Stepping closer towards his desk, Jongin finds the messy stack of his documents and his confusion grows even bigger.

Every single document is still piled up messily but one, the one he finds on the floor, opened.

And also he sees a lunch box sitting on top of his desk.

It’s like his brain is connecting every dot before he comes to a conclusion that Do Kyungsoo sees his files.

Panic washes over him and Jongin grabs his phone to dial the numbers of the said journalist but to no avail he is not answering the call.

He rushes over to his car to drive towards the other’s house.

“Do Kyungsoo! Open up!” Jongin calls in demand, banging his fists against the door. It seems that he is not in the house as he sees no light is on yet.

“Where is he?!”

He tries his best to think on where Do Kyungsoo could be and there’s a slight sight in his mind that he remembers before he drives as quick as he can towards the place.

It’s just a mere old building now.

Jongin pants as he hurriedly gets down from his car, eyes looking up at the wall full of moss.

Rooftop.

He runs along the dirty and dusty stairs, ignoring his burning lungs and tired legs.

The door to the rooftop comes to his sight and Jongin yanks it open.











Do Kyungsoo is there. He has his back to him before he slowly turns around to see him.

Just like before.

“Kyungsoo,” Jongin calls breathlessly, dropping every formality and goes with his name for the very first time.

“How do you know?” Kyungsoo asks him flatly, without any expression on his face.

“I- I don’t-”

“I’m asking you a damn fucking question! Is this what you want to see? Everything is under your plan, even from the beginning, isn’t it?!” Kyungsoo snaps at him, tone more dangerous than venom.

Jongin shakes his head, “Hear me out! This is not like what you thi-”

“Save it.” Kyungsoo cuts him in anger, before storming away to get down.

“Kyungsoo, please.” Jongin pleads, grabbing onto the other’s wrist to hold him back from leaving.

“Let me go.” Kyungsoo states, glaring at him.

Jongin refuses to obey as he struggles to yank his wrist out of the grip. He musters every try he could to just stop Kyungsoo from leaving.

He can’t leave. I can’t let him leave, because—









“I love you, Kyungsoo.” Jongin confesses, finally understands the building feelings in his heart for this whole time.









Kyungsoo stills at the sudden honesty and he hears his own heart skips a beat.

He could be weak and give in right at this time. But he is a Do and he is not one to give up before a war.

Ignoring how his heart is thumping so fast and also how big the urge to tug the other close, Kyungsoo hides his weakness with a glare.



“But I hate you.”



With those finals words, Kyungsoo musters up his courage to pull his wrist out of Jongin’s grip and leaves the rooftop.

The door is closed behind his back.





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