GOT7 Mark OneShots

Good Vs. Evil

WARNING: CONTAINS SCENES THAT CONTAIN GORE AND VIOLENT LANGUAGE.

     "It's either them or us. You better decide quick," Jimin bluntly stated. I looked at the two groups of guys that took up two ends of the room. I looked at the two groups, and evaluated them.

     Bangtan Boys was a seven member gang that always stuck together. The name sounds fairly simple. They're more than just a seven person group. They all grew up from the hood, and their attitudes stood with it. They roamed the street at night, performing drug deals, doing whatever to make money. They found me first. They took me in under their wing when I needed someone the most. I owed them a lot for not leaving me out on the streets.

     GOT7 was also a seven member group, but they were no gang. They were a clique. They were the popular boys of the school, so they had a "cool" and "chic" image. However, their images didn't really reflect who they were. They were the dorkiest people I knew, and they actually cared about me. They treated me like a best friend, sister, and princess all in one.

     I stood in the middle and looked at the two groups over and over again. I cried as I felt ashamed. BTS found out that I was hanging out with the kingkas of the school. Therefore, they asked the GOT7 to meet up at an abandoned classroom. There were any verbal fights. There was almost a physical fight, but it was prevented. When it all came down to an agreement, they put me in the middle of the room, and let ME decide who I wanted to be with. I know, lots of pressure. Best feeling EVER. (Insert sarcasm)

     I took a deep breath and took a step towards the Bangtan Boys' side. The tears welled up and slipped on the side of my cheeks. "You guys were a really great bunch of guys, but we don't mix very well. I can't be apart of the 'hood'. It's not where I belong. I'm sorry guys."I looked down. Rap Monster firmly grabbed my shoulder, causing me to stiffen a little.

     "Why are you doing this to us, Kyuri? Why? You've been together with us ever since what? 3rd grade? When your parents left you on the streets? We were there. We found you. We gave you a place to live. We gave you what you needed. This is how you repay us? Fine. Go with them. You'll regret everything. You won't be anything to us; just another name on the hit list." he spoke in a raspy tone. He softened his grip only to push you on the ground.

     "Let's go guys," he said and soon they were just seven mere figures in the distance. I sat there, limply on the floor, trying my best to understand what just happened. "Kyuri." I didn't realize that someone's arms were surrounding me. "Shh.. It'll be okay. We're here. We have just as many people here as in that gang. I know this is a really big commitment for all of us, but we're willing to put our lives on the line. We wouldn't do it for just anyone, but you're too close to us now." I looked at the person who was talking. It was the one and only sweetheart of the school: Mark Tuan.

     "Mark, just stop with the act. Just leave me. You guys are just wasting your time on a girl that isn't even worth all your guys' lives." I spoke. I honestly don't deserve that they have to offer me.

     "Kyuri, stop. We're here for you. I don't care if you don't want us around. We are here, and from now on, you're on high security lock down." he commanded. "No Mark, don't do this. You don't know how well Bangtan can get away with anything. I've seen it happen in front of my eyes. They make sure the person is dead. They don't care if anyone else is dead. All the guys could all be dead before they could get to me. I would never forgive myself if I was the cause of anybody getting hurt." I reasoned.

     "I'm sorry honey," Mark apologized. "We don't care if you don't want us here. We HAVE to be here. You're too close to us. We all love you so much." I sniffled before standing up. "You're living at our place now. We're going over to their place and collecting your stuff." Kris spoke. Although I didn't want to be anywhere neat that dirty trap house, I realized a lot of precious possessions were over there. I nodded, "So how do we get there?" I asked. Mark waved his keys around. "I'll drive," he volunteered. Then, the classroom was filled with "I wanna go"'s and "Take me with you"'s.

     "No, guys! I don't have a lot of room," he reasoned. Everybody sighed. "You have plenty of room! You just want to be alone with Kyu-,"Junior covered Yugyeom's mouth before he could go any further. Mark and Junior nervously chuckled in unison and both gave a glare at Yugyeom.

     "Heh heh. Why don't we just go to the Bangtan place and get her stuff already?" Junior asked. Everybody nodded in agreement. Mark and I made our way to the car. Mark, being the playful gentleman he was, skipped over and opened the passenger's seat. I let out a casual smile and entered the car. He went to the other side and opened the car from himself and started the car. We engulfed ourselves in a conversation.

*To the Bangtan Boy's Trap House*

     I watched the "oh so familiar" in the drive way. Mark exhaled greatly. The other guys were also in the van parked also in the parking lot. "Why don't we go?" he asked as he turned off the engine and got out of the car. I nodded in agreement and opened the door to get out.

     "Let's go Kyuri." he holds out his hand. I studied it, quite afraid of the outcome of knocking on their front door. In the end, I took it, and we made our way to the entrance of hell. He rang the bell, and J-hope opened the door.

     "What the hell do you want?" Hoseok (J-hope) answered the door and threw a nasty look at us. "I'm here to claim my stuff." my icy tone got the best of me. Hoseok was the closest to me, but I could tell that right now he hated me more than ever. "Alright then. Go look for it in the trash. We already threw it away." he smirked. My eyes widened. "Fine. I'll look. Bye." I said in a monotone voice. J-hope rolled his eyes and slammed the door in our faces.

     "What now?" Mark questioned. I looked down, but I didn't answer his question. I went over to the fence at the far right of the house. Mark followed me to where I was. "Mark! Give me a boost!" I yelled jumping up and down to look what was behind the fence.

     "Why? The trash is next to their mailbox." he argued. I looked at him and smiled, "That's our yesterday trash. We usually keep the new trash in the backyard." He nodded and crouched.

     "Get on my shoulders. I'll give you a boost," I smiled and thanked him for the offer as my legs were enveloped on Mark's shoulders. He stood up, so I could get a better view of the yard. I found a garbage that wasn't closed very carefully, so it was spilling with items that I was familiar with.

     "Now do me a favor; throw me over this fence." I choked. Mark's eyes widened. "Are you crazy? Throwing yourself over enemy territory?" I rolled my eyes at him.

     "All the stuff I had in there was valuable!" argued by me. Mark sighed and reluctantly agreed push gently pushing me over. I unlocked the door and opened it, revealing a very worrisome Mark. I gave him a grateful smile before I ran to the garbage bag I was looking for. When I found the bag, I rummaged threw the books I owned. I found what I needed. I surrounded it in my arms and held it against my chest.

    "What is that Kyuri?" Mark questioned. I showed him the picture. It was a family picture. My father was on the left, and my mom on the right. I was a two year old when this picture was taken. We were a happy family back then. Mark seemed to have read my mind as he nodded. He took the bag that had my belongings inside. "Does this bag have everything that you have?" he asked. I nodded. "Everything, but my clothes." I answered. He grunted as he got a decent grip on the trash back. "Then we'll take the bag. We can go to the mall later." he spoke. I smiled and thanked him gratefully.

     "Don't worry about it Kyuri. I only want the best for you," he breathed. I was shedding tears due to a mixture of emotions came rushing in. I was so grateful to have people like Mark and GOT7 around, but I felt horrible for dragging them all into such a horrible situation. He pulled me into his chest. We just sat there ad enjoyed each others presence. Then, someone interrupted it all.