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Mark was no stranger to late night walks.  Normally when he gets in trouble he'd get kicked out of the house take a quick stroll and get welcomed back into the house like nothing ever happened. The dynamic of his family was weird for sure, most of the time they seemed like a normal family but on the inside Mark knew that was far from the truth.


"Ah shit its cold, i shoulve stole myself a jacket"


Now you see it was Spring time but the night gust was always cold, and considering Mark was only wearing a pair of shorts and a thin t-shirt it was like winter to him. He was about to turn around and walk back to the hell hole he calls home but he then he felt a warm sweater wrap around him


"What are you doing out here Markie"


The sudden break of silence made Mark scared shitless. He turned his neck around so fast that it gave him whiplash.  Once he saw the  mystery figure he was at ease. It turns out it was just Donghyuck.


"I could be asking you the same thing darling"


"I came out for a late walk then Jiro found me........dont worry though im fine"


"You should really do something about them Hyuck they are making your life so miserable"


" What about you then"


"Sorry what"


"Dont act dumb Mark i know your family is borderline abusive to you and you do nothing about it"

Donghuck never said anything but sometimes when he would pass by Marks house he could hear the screams directed to the boy. He could also hear the cries of Mark that would leak out of the walls. It hurt Donghyuck knowing that someone he loved had to deal with this shit.

"i dont have a right to complain"


"WHAT DO YOU MEAN BY YOU DONT HAVE A RIGHT"


"ITS ALWAYS MY FAULT IM ALWAYS THE ONES TO AGGRAVATE THEM SO I JUST HAVE TO SUCK IT UP AND DEAL WITH IT OKAY"


At this point  Mark had started crying deep down he knew it was always his fault. He would be the one to tremendously piss off his parents and that would lead him to get degraded or in worst case get beat up. He always felt guilty for hating his parents, he got everything he asked for he shouldn't be complaining right? Mark was a bad kid........and a Coward. The boy would make up excuses to make himself feel better. "It wasn't my fault you decided to hit me", "You raised me like this, its you not me" he'd keep on saying things like this it gave him a boost of confidence. Another thing was his relationship with Bomin. His parents treated him completely different it wasnt because he was younger and they became more lenient on him it was something else. Everything bad Mark had done Bomin did too, while Mark had to suffer with words and punches his brother got a free pas every single time. Because of this he started caring less about his family and more about his friends. As a result to this his family started to torment him even more.

But the latter didnt mind as long as he had his friends by his side everything was okay. The boy thought his friends were his real family, people who truly cared about him and didn't pretend to. He owes his life to  Jaemin if it wasnt for him he wouldn't be the person he is today. Jaemin didnt know most things about him though fo example he never knew Mark had a brother.


"Hey...hey Mark, sweetheart please dont cry eventually you'll get out of this mess."


" I dont want to live with them anymore.....i just want to run away like the coward i am"


"Sweetheart youre not a coward you are so brave for dealing with bastards like them."


"B-But its always my fault they treat me like this its because i cant keep my fucking mouth shut."


"Listen its not your fault its your parents fault for being shitty guardians, their actions are the reason why you feel like you need to say shit. So dont you dare blame yourself."


Haechan had ended that sentence off with holding Mark in his embrace.


" I know you dont love your mom and dad but thats okay, you dont have to feel guilty anymore."


" Thankyou for being there for me"


"no need to say thankyou sweetheart"



You broke my heart just for fun

~ Gone //  Rose

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