Dream in a Dream

~My First and My Last~

[Johnny's POV]

Mark greeted me at the door with a smile. A smile I could no longer trust anymore.

"Dude that was quick." Mark turned and picked up the beers he set out tossing one to me in the process. "So, what's the problem? What's got you to stressed out? Ten?" He laughed.

"Nah." I threw a fake laugh. "Just school, I guess." I took a giant gulp on the beer and sat down at Mark's dinner table. "I actually was wondering something about you." Mark joined me and sat across from me.

"How can you be so focused on class when you literally sit in the same room with someone you almost killed?" I took a sip of my drink without taking my eyes off him. I placed the can down and the room grew silent.

He smirked and looked up from his can. "Damn. I had gone a year and 7 months strong. What gave it away?" His eyes finally met mines and now there was a grin on his face.

I took another gulp of the beer. "How about this for a starter?" I threw a few photos onto the table. "Or better yet we can see it with our eyes in that room, right?" I pointed to his room door. "Yubin found out your secret." The pictures I had thrown on the table were the ones Yubin took of Mark's room. The same room that was literally filled with pictures of me. From wall to wall, window to window, the bastard even had a life size cut out of me. "You're sick, you know that?"

"I'm sick? I'M SICK?!" He slammed his hand on the table. "I've been your friend for YEARS, but as soon as Ten popped up you left me. I was supposed to be with you. NOT HIM!" He slammed his hand on the table again.

"SO YOU ASSUALTED HIM?!" I pounded the table and stood up over the table.

"Look. The sooner I got him out of there. The sooner I could take his spot." Mark swallowed a bit of beer. "I was your friend. You said you loved me. I've always been there when you needed. I'm supposed to be Ten. You're mine. So yeah, I beat the hell outta the fucker. I wanted to make sure he never remembers you. Ever. Hell, I wanted to kill him, but that was too much. The first hit with the crowbar was enough to satisfy me." He smirked. "Funny enough. I still have the crowbar. Wanna see it?" he cackled like it was a joke.

"You're sick. I can't stand you, y-"

"Well then sit down." He laughed again. "Wanna know how I got away with it? Simple. Your little Yubin was my pawn. Her dad's a cop. A bad one at that. I paid him off to just write off on the report."

"How'd you cut the video?" I snarled.

"Hmm. So, you saw that. It's not my best work but it made do. I had him sign off on that too. Hacking into police stuff is so easy." He got up and stood in front of me. "But sad news for you bud. I'm still gonna get away with this scott-free. 'How?' you may ask. Good question, because I'm gonna kill you." He smiled widely. He stepped back a bit and looked down to my stomach. I follow his eyes and realize he had stabbed me. He laughed to the point where he was holding his stomach.

"Hmm. How does it go? Right! If I can't have you. No one can."

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[Ten's POV]

"Ten!" WinWin jumped up and shouted. "Your phone!" I looked at him confused. "You two share locations! We can ping Johnny and figure out where he is!"

"Winnie you beautiful genius!" Yuta ran over and kissed him. "Everyone in the car. We've got ass to save. Or beat." Yuta grabbed his keys and jacket, following behind him WinWin and I went to the car outside.

"THERE! It's Johnny's car!" We all hopped out and I quickly ran to the door. "It's locked!" I panicked.

"Move", Yuta yelled. He took a step in front of the door and kicked it in. I barged in push Yuta and WinWin back. My eyes grew wide when I saw Johnny standing in front of Mark. But his white shirt was soaked in blood.

Something came over me. Johnny was saying something but there was a ringing in my ears so it blurred him out. I walked up to Mark and threw my entire fist into his face. But that wasn't enough. When his body hit the ground I followed him. I used my other fist to strike him, the my other and my other punching him over and over and over again. I stood over him and began to kick him over and over. I couldn't stop. No. I didn't want to stop!

"TEN!" Johnny's voice suddenly became clear to me. He lunged forward towards me and grabbed me. "Stop." He said weakly and fell into my arms.

"Johnny! The blood! Wait! Hold on!" I applied pressure to where the knife stuck out his stomach. "Yuta call 119! HURRY!" I yelled. "Come on, Johnny. You're strong, just hold on." I wipe off the sweat from his forehead.

He looks up and smiles at me. "I recorded him. I did it, Ten." He held up his phone weakly which was still recording.

"Johnny. You fucking genius. We'll worry about that later. Just focus on living right now." I pull him closer to me, praying and hoping that the ambulance would pull up soon. "You're going to be alright. Okay. You're going to be alright. I got you." I felt tears fall down my face as I whispered softly to him. "You're going to be just fine."