GOT7 Mark OneShots

Good vs. Evil (Part 2)

MY APOLOGIES GUYS. IT TURNS OUT THAT THERE IS A WORD LIMIT AS TO HOW MANY WORDS YOU CAN PUT. THE STORY WAS CUT OFF FROM THE PUBLIC TO SEE I BELIEVE, AND I WAS NOT NOTIFIED OF THIS. I'M SO SORRY FOR THE INCONVENIENCE.

"Sorry to ruin the moment, but we better get out of here before they find out we're here," we turned to find Bambam at the entrance of the fence. Then another surprise came. One that was quite unpleasant.

"I think they found out already," Jimin stepped out of the back door, playing with a knife with his hand. In his eyes wasn't pure anger but also hatred. Then, Hoseok stepped out of the back door.

"Jimin, let it go. I told her that her stuff was here. Give her a few days," J-hope reasoned. Jimin exhaled in exasperation.

"Fine, but we'll be after you VERY SOON," he growled. However, that wasn't all. He threw the knife at me. I closed my eyes waiting for the pain and death to take me over, but for some reason, nothing happened. I slowly opened my eyes to see a forearm in front of me. The arm belonged to Mark , and the knife was pierced in it, probably going to leave a large gash in it.

"Mark!" I got out of his grasp and inspected the injury. Bambam came running towards us as both J-hope and Jimin cackled, retreating back into the house.

Bambam placed his hands on the handle of the knife, "Hyung. This might hurt a little." With that, he quickly yanked the knife out. Mark's face distorted into huge discomfort as he bit his lip to the point that he started to taste blood. I applied pressure to the gashing wound to stop the bleeding. Bambam inspected the knife before wiping it off on his shirt.

"Hyung, you can stand up, right?" Bambam asked. Mark groaned from the pain from his arm. Okay, so he was exaggerating just a bit. "Boy, you better get up!" Mark let out a laugh as he got up. I studied him. Although he had a gashing wound going through his arm, he was still smiling as if nothing was going to stop him from being happy. We three made our way back to the driveway where the rest were sitting, waiting anxiously.

"Do you think you can drive?" I asked. He let out a sheepishly smiled and shook his head. "I'm sorry Kyu, but I don't think I can. I was going to offer to drive, but someone stopped me. "I'll drive. Don't worry, but we need to work on that wound," Jackson spoke. We nodded, and I followed the two of them in the van. Jackson knocked on the van glass. Youngjae rolled down the tinted window.

"What's going on hyung?" he asked. His eyes were tensed as his eyes laid on Mark's arm. "Yugyeom! Get me the first aid kit!" Jackson commanded, he caught the box. "Mark, lay down in the car." Mark ordered the younger male's orders and went to car and laid in the back seat. Jackson looked through the box and handed me a small spray.

"Spray this on Mark's arm. I need to cut the gauze." I nodded and knelt next to Mark. "This might hurt a little Mark," I whispered. He nodded and closed his eyes to hopefully ease the pain. I sprayed the disinfecting spray on his wound. I, then, cleaned up the wound little by little. Jackson knelt down next to me and wrapped the gauze around Mark's wound. I held Mark's hand (by instinct) as he squeezed it until my knuckles turned white. I pitied him. He had to take that knife for me. All becase of that promise.

"Mark?" I grabbed his attention. He slowly opened his eyes and looked at me. I took it as a signal to keep talking. "Why'd you do it? It wasn't worth it-"

"Wasn't worth it?" he questioned and sat up. "If it wasn't worth it, then I would've let them kill you!"

"Mark," Jackson spoke, "Just calm down a little bit." Mark restrained himself from anymore speaking, and he pulled me into his arms. "Kyuri, you're to special to me. I need to protect you. It's not that someone forced me to do this. It's my choice to do this," he whispered into my ear. My eyes widened as I felt my heart race.

"M-mark. What are you trying to say?" I asked. He took a deep breath. "I guess what I'm trying to say is-" he stopped abruptly before continuing. "I've fallen in love with you." he confessed. My eyes widened.

What do I say? I know I want to be with him, but I don't want to feel the need to protect me all the time.

"I-I feel the same way." I stuttered. His eyes immediately brightened up. "Really? You feel the same? Or did I mishear?" he asked. I laughed and messed with his hair. "I can't believe this is happening," he commented. Someone interrupted the moment for us.

"Sorry y'all, but we're still on enemy land," Jackson stated the obvious. Mark sat up, and the mood of the place felt brighter despite happened just minutes ago. "Let's go. Jackson, you can drive." Jackson chuckled as he started the car.

"You two better not act lovey-dovey back there. You'll make me jealous," he warned. We laughed as we pulled out of the driveway. I felt a pair of eyes on me as I turned back to look at the trap house. I looked at the front window and saw a pair of eyes on me before slamming down the curtain.

Crap. That must've been Suga.

Suga always has had a crush on me ever since he had laid eyes on me. He attempted to confess his feelings many times, but I had to reject his feelings, because you were slowly falling for Mark. Each time he confessed, he had a bit of hope that you would've developed at least some feelings, but they were always for Mark.

I shook the event that just happened and laid on Mark's shoulder, "Hey just relax a little, okay?" He let out a chuckle, "Shouldn't I be the one who should be telling you that?" I giggled. Despite the bright mood that was in the car, little did we know, Bangtan would strike back faster than we thought.

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Part 3? Tell me if you want a part 3! Well maybe not like a part 3, but a scenario that goes along with this setting!