Black Rose Chap. 8 : Memories

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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?


















Jongin gripped tightly onto his grandfather’s hand as he looked around with curious eyes. Everything was mesmerizing for a kid like him and this was the first time his grandfather brought him to this building.

“Grandfather, where are we?” He called out a question because he didn’t know where they were.

The old man looked down at him and patted his head.

“We are in our business partner’s company.”

Jongin nodded and walked along the old man before they stopped in front of a certain office room. The secretary greeted them before letting them inside.

“Jongin, I have a business to do. You play around here but never leave this building. Is this understood?”

He nodded at what his grandfather told him before Jongin ran out of the office room with his little legs. He stopped in the middle of the hallway and frowned. What should he do now? It was no fun here; all the people were just working and making phone calls.

It took him about fifteen minutes of wandering around the building. He had been in every floor and the last of his choice was the rooftop.

It was a bit of hard work for him to climb up the stairs but once he made it, another obstacle greeted him in the form of heavy metal door leading towards the rooftop. Jongin made a face before he thought that he was a big boy now, he had to be able to open the door.

As he finally did it, he stepped out onto the rooftop and was greeted with the back of another boy.

The stranger boy turned around curiously as to who would come up to the place.

Jongin made a surprised yet excited sound as he ran up towards the boy. He met a friend!

“Who are you?” The stranger boy asked him with a slight tilt of his head, making his very short hair moved.

Jongin grinned.

“I’m Nini! Your name is?”

The boy nodded, “My ma calls me Soo.”

“What are you doing here, Soo? Are you lonely just like me? Do you want to be my friend? Can we play together? Do we—”

“Nini, you are asking too many questions.” Soo scrunched up his nose in an annoyed manner and Jongin meekly called out an apology.

But Soo reached forward to pat his fluffy hair gently, “Okay, I will be your friend because you look lonely. Now, what do you want to play?”

Jongin beamed and grabbed Soo by his hand, pulling him in giddy.







“No, Mr. Kim, with all respect, I don’t think it will be a nice move.” Mr. Do spoke politely.

“You don’t understand the way business works. You young brat will never understand!” The old Mr. Kim hissed at him.

The people outside of the office could hear very clearly the raised voices and the disagreement between Mr. Do and the old Mr. Kim. They had been business partners for a while and their joined partner was doing very well. They had never had any disagreement like this and everyone was afraid to intervene.

Everyone knew how powerful Mr. Kim was and they could only hope that Mr. Do would be able to calm the old man down and stop the disagreement, because everyone knew just how manipulative Mr. Kim could be.



Jongin stood in the middle of the now empty office at one certain day, feeling confused because his grandfather was smiling but the smile was not something Jongin liked to see. It was scary, really scary.

“This will be yours when you grow up, Jongin. So you better listen to everything I tell you and you will not let me down.”

He could only nod his head, eyes still darting around to see the empty office.

Jongin just wondered why he couldn’t see his grandfather’s business partner again. And he also wondered where his friend Soo had gone to.





***





Kyungsoo sits still on the spot beside his father’s grave, feeling somber and tired.

“Hi, Dad. I miss you so much. Do you miss me, too?”

Of course, he gets no reply back and just the obvious fact of it makes Kyungsoo crumbles into tears.



“Daddy, look, look! The teacher says my drawing is the prettiest!”

“Oh, Kyungsoo, is that me you draw? How can you draw me even more handsome than the real one?”

Kyungsoo giggled while covering his mouth with his hands. His father held him up and gave him a spin.







“Daddy, you are not working today?” Kyungsoo croaked out, voice gone and nose clogged.

“How can I work properly when I know my baby is all sick and weak like this?”

“I’m sorry, Daddy…”

Gentle hand caressed his head and Kyungsoo pouted against the blanket.

“That’s not your fault, son. Just promise me to get better soon, okay? After that we can go to the arcade and get that cotton candy you like the most.”

Kyungsoo grinned and made a pinky promise with his father.







“Daddy, you are not working again today?”

He didn’t understand but the smile his father gave him was a sad one.

“…no, Kyungsoo. I will just stay here with you today.”

“Why?”

His question was never answered. He only got a smile.







“Daddy, I’m hungry.” Kyungsoo whined because he didn’t have any dinner yesterday. Food was getting tight nowadays and he began to wonder why.

His father sent him an apologetic smile, “I’m sorry, Soo, but can you hold it until lunch?”

Kyungsoo nodded sadly.







“Dad, should I find some jobs to help?” Kyungsoo asked, already understood on what was going for the past six years. Their family had been very poor for the years after the bankruptcy of his father’s company which he didn’t know the reason of.

“No, Soo. You should focus on your school. I will handle the money.”

“Dad, you force yourself too much. I won’t let you do everything on your own.”







“Have you ever thought on how our life if we still had money, Dad?” The fifteen years old Kyungsoo asked.

“Of course. Why are you asking?”

“We would be very happy if we still had money to live.”

“Do you think we are not happy now?”

“Are you happy, Dad?”

“I am.”

“Why?”

“I have you and our family. Why would I not be happy about it?”

“Even though we are poor, Dad?”

“Yes, even though we are poor and have to pay every debt and stay penniless. Having to be able to see you and our family is enough for me. You are my happiness.”











“Is it, Dad? Are you still happy now?” Kyungsoo chokes on his tears, feeling an indescribable pain in his heart.

“They take everything from us, Dad. They take mom and you from me.”

Kyungsoo can’t stop the feeling to cry. It’s so hard, the burden in his chest is so heavy all he can do is to cry and cry again. He misses his mom. He misses his dad. He misses his old life. He misses his family.

He misses being happy.





***





Jongin scrambles from the hood of his car when he sees the sight of Kyungsoo getting closer.

“Kyungsoo!”

The journalist ignores him as he keeps going towards his house.

“Kyungsoo, please! Let me explain!” Jongin mutters in panic, gripping onto Kyungsoo’s wrist tightly to stop him.

Kyungsoo halts.

“Let go.”

His voice is weak and low but threatening. Jongin wants to keep holding him but with one look from Kyungsoo, he ends up releasing his wrist away.

Kyungsoo ignores him s if he was a plague and slams the door in front of his face.

“Soo, please,” Jongin begs, knocking onto the door continuously, “I can explain everything. Just… please don’t shut me out.”

He keeps begging and calling for his name but Kyungsoo slides down against the door, unable to hold himself up.

“I will keep waiting here, Soo. Until you want to hear me out.” Jongin declares firmly.



Kyungsoo curls into a ball and tucks his face into his knees as he sits in his room.

There’s a distant sound of thunder echoing from the sky and Kyungsoo gazes towards the window.

It’s inevitable, because the rain starts falling down and soon, it rains heavily. The sounds of rain drops hitting the side windows are so loud that it takes Kyungsoo’s attention.

He gets up, walking towards the window and finds that Jongin is still standing in front of his house, under the rain, and looking all determined to wait for him.

Kyungsoo feels a hard pinch in his heart and he can’t help it but to cry again. It is as if the sky was mocking him by dropping the drops of rain while he is being all confused and sad and angry.

Drops and drops of tears fall onto his cheeks as Kyungsoo keeps staring outside of the window with straight face on. He is tired of crying but he can’t help it.

Just by looking at the sight of Jongin drenched out there under the heavy rain, Kyungsoo wants, he really wants to go outside and shield him from the rain, to dry him and hug him to give him his warmth, but he knows he can’t. His stubbornness and his pride won’t let him. His heart just can’t take another pain.

He curls under the window, crying himself to sleep.







Kyungsoo wakes up with a jolt at the sound of his alarm. His throat feels dry and his eyes feel like they can’t open anymore. His butt is numb and his neck is heavy from the strained position as he sleeps under the window with a curled position.

Why would he sleep here?

He jolts up, suddenly remembering the reason of his state of sleeping not in his bed. As he drags the curtain aside, the morning sunlight slips through the gap and Kyungsoo closes his eyes from the sudden blindness.

As he looks down… there’s no more Jongin there.



There’s a very tiny feel of relief, but the most he feels is disappointment of no longer finding Jongin standing there to wait for him just like what he says before.

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OMG! Sad story. So, Jongin's grandfather ruined Soo's family. It's hard to digest such a fact. Now Kyungsoo is in between hate and... love? Tremendous!