Heat (Yumark)

Chapter Thirty One

Mark and Taeyong sat in the warehouse. Everyone else had gone on a 'mission', leaving the two 'weak and disabled' gang members alone. They sat in the relaxing area, holding a silent conversation about different topics. It was only them, not even Lion was with them. (Shotaro took the fur ball to the park to keep him occupied).

Taeyong ran a hand through his hair, pushing the blonde locks back. "Woojin needs to hurry up. I want to spend time with my hubby."

Mark giggled lightly at Taeyong's dramatics. "Ironically, I hope he comes soon. I'm dying for some cuddle time with Yuta and Lion." Mark couldn't help the small frown that spread on his face. Yuta forced Mark to train all night the night before, which was understandable, but Mark really just wanted comfort and cuddles.

"I understand that they want us to be prepared, we could die, but I wanted cuddles too. And they denied us of them."

"We should deny them cuddles later."

"We should. After all, they don't deserve them."

Mark burst into ambiguous laughter. "I can just imagine Yuta's face when I say I won't cuddle with him!"

"And I can imagine his face when he finds out that his boyfriend is dead."

Mark and Taeyong shared a look. They recognized that growl. It was a growl they didn't really want to remember, a face they didn't want to see. Mark slowly pulled his gun out of his boot, watching silently as a pair of arms wrapped around Taeyong's small frame.

As Woojin wrapped his arms around Taeyong, chocking him silently.

"I'll get rid of him first, it's not like you can go very far without your vision anyways," Woojin released a growl when Taeyong dug his nails in his arm. "You-"

"Why don't you just give up Woojin?" Taeyong wheezed, trying to push his words out. "Yuta, Mark, Jaehyun, myself, and everyone else is tired of this game. It was an accident what happened, there's no need to be such a whiny little bitch about it."

Taeyong thrashed around as Woojin pulled him out of the chair he was sitting in, lifting him off the ground, wrapping his hands tighter.

"Listen Taeyong, I don't give a shit if you're tired of this game. I'm not, and I'm going to finish it."

"Are you sure?" Mark was the one who replied this time, smirking as he held the gun sturdy against the back of Woojin's head. "You're at a disadvantage here. Now stand down, or go see your lover."

"I'm not-"

Before Woojin could move, Mark pulled the trigger. He swerved around Woojin's falling body to catch Taeyong, who was gasping for air.

"Taeyong are you okay?!" Mark panicked slightly, Jaemin was at the hospital working, and the other two they considered as doctors were in missions.

"I'll be fine Markie. Just call Yuta and tell him the plan went smoothly."

"Okay."

Mark did as he was told and called Yuta.

"Markie? What's-"

"The plan went smoothly Yuta."

"Does that mean?"

"Yeah, he's dead."

"Oh thank goodness! I'll be there with Jaehyun, Kun, and Sicheng in about a half hour okay?"

"Okay. I'll see you then... oppa."

"Oppa? Mark what-"

Mark hung up the phone laughing before Yuta could reply. Taeyong, who had finally caught his breath, joined in laughing as well. Thank Ten for telling them how to tease Yuta.