Living with my bully (Mark Tuan)||GOT7||

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Dear my princess,

Luna.

I'm going to see you again, I will remember to bring extra strawberry marshmallow fluff with me as I know how much you adore it.
You also said you liked- no loved loved loved the lion king so I got you a cute plush of simba.

I'm sorry for not keeping in contact

Your one and only
Markie

*****

Mark POV:

My heart, it was beating so fast and harshly against my chest. The thought about seeing Luna again made me tremble, I just need to continue or atleast try being nice to that brat Harley.
Well infront of Eomma anyhow.

I was super excited...

I sealed the letter and placed it in a box, I will post it nearer to the date. I don't want to raise her hopes.

I was going downstairs until I heard... Crying?

I focused on the sound and noticed it was coming from Harley's room, call me concerned or whatever but I honestly wanted to know if she was okay.
I have a heart too, I'm not that cold.

Sighing harshly I went to her door, placing my ear infront of her door, trying to listen and see if she is talking to herself or to someone even on the phone.

I was about to walk in when I heard

"I- I don't want to do this anymore Nanna"

My heart dropped, I felt lightheaded at her words, what does she mean she doesn't want to do this anymore?... Do what.
Her voice was so cracked and broken, did her grandmother pass away? Is she trying to talk to her passed loved member..

***

Harley

You know when things suddenly crash down, you have that mood that decides to show itself after being dormant for maybe a long or short period of time.

well the switch turned and that feeling of hopelessness overcame me. I shouldn't have gone on social media, I really shouldn't have. There is so much being posted about me from people from school. If it was positive it would of been great but obviously that isn't the case.

I picked up a photo of my nan, her expression was beautiful, she was smiling ear to ear and her curly grey hair was bobbed cutely making my nanna look even more stunning than she was.

I missed her dearly, she was the only one who really understood me and was able to comfort me. Don't get me wrong I love my mum and my dad, but they don't care about me as much as I'd liked.
They don't talk to me when they were home, I would always be in my room because the ignorance from them dwelled on me all the time.
It was like I was being eaten alive but I couldn't free myself from it at all.

I hesitantly pulled up my sleeve of my plaid shirt, my facial expression becoming more faint as I stared sadly at the very faint scars that were on my wrists. One standing out more than the others, it was thick and purple and defiantly more noticeable. Because it's showable people sometimes mention it, me of course making some excuse which they believed.

I regret my past, I regret it so badly.

But the thing that I regret most is, is that I want to do it again.
I just wanted to be happy and feel alittle confident about myself, but I knew deep down nobody and nothing could make me feel that way.

I smiled slightly as I thought back to my first love, his name was West. His skin was as pale as snow, eyes beautiful and blue. Hair was a dark brown that made my heart melt as it made him look so handsome.
I crushed on him for years and finally confessed, we were always close. Bestfriend's is what they call it right ?

Well we were bestfriend's and people of course assumed we were an item, as much as I wished for that it never came true. So when I had the courage to confess life stopped for a whole three seconds. My heart felt like it had frozen and my head was spinning with anxiety.

I can still remember it clearly.....

Things went well, we dated. He accepted my love and it made me so happy, I can feel the happiness already and it warms my body from head to toe. He was my happiness in all honesty.

Things always go wrong in the end though, he was distant, I got paranoid. He got pissed off, arguments occurred and then bang.
My suspicions became true and he ended up cheating on me various times with three different girls, never in my life did I feel so hurt. The hurt is what can sometimes bring me to tears in the most random of moments, but it is there. It is and always will be there.

Nobody can fix me.

I pulled on my hair as the tears began to flow from my eyes, I bit my lip to compress any sobs that wanted to escape but they disobeyed me and flew from my mouth causing me to break down into a fit of tears.

"I-I don't wanna do this anymore Nanna" I croaked

I so badly was trying to calm down but I couldn't, my breathing began quickened and I began to hyperventilate. I needed someone to comfort me, I needed someone there for me, just for once.

Unaware of a presence lurking behind the door I sobbed even more, my gaze blurring.

"Harley!" a voice shouted in a concerned voice

I looked up to see Mark.

I quickly tried to wipe my tears but he grabbed onto my wrists as my hyperventilating grew worse.

"M-Ma

"Shhhh" he said in a calming tone, his eyes were filled of concern and it made me want to smile and snuggle my body into him.

"It's okay, I'm here. Calm down please" he said quietly

I nodded "o....ok..a

Before I could finish my word he pulled me into his arms, his arms tightly squeezing me. I felt so safe for some reason in his arms and it made me light with a happy aroma.

"Mark Oppa" I said quietly after my breathing calmed down

"Yes"

I held onto him tightly as he released his grip alittle, I had noticed my tears made his t shirt wet.

"Thank you" I muttered

I saw him smile weakly, I released myself
from his embrace and looked at him sweetly.

"Thank you so much,

You were there for me when I thought I was going to have a break down, you comforted me before I could get into a more worse situation....

You caught me before I fell completely"