Family Friend

Chapter 2

-4 Days Later-

"I'm coming in," a voice called, opening the door to the room I was residing in. Glancing up, a smiley BamBam walked in, shutting the door behind him. "Hey, Marcey."

"Hey Bam," I responded, shutting a book I had bought during Vans Warped Tour. "Anything you need? Help with anything or...?"

"Oh," He snapped his fingers. "Not for me, but Mark and the other's were wondering if you'd like to come with us? We're walking to a park that's nearby."

"It's almost 1 in the morning," I stated, confused as I saw the clock reading 12:53 a.m.

"Please?" Bam stated, puppy dog eyes activated.

Seconds later, I gave in and sighed, as he cheered happily. Telling him I'd be down soon, I quickly stripped of my pajamas, and into ripped black shorts, and a Philidelphia Flyers hoodie that my dad had given me. Slipping my phone in my pocket, I walked down to the front door, meeting with the guys and slipping my Vans on.

"Is that, a hockey sweatshirt?" Mark asked once we noticed what I was wearing.

"Hmm? Oh yeah," I responded, nodding my head as I glanced up at the taller male. "It's Flyers, they're from Philly."

"That where you from?" Jackson spoke up, and he walked up on my left.

"Ah, no," I denied. "I'm from..." Trailing off, I was debating on whether or not to tell them. Since they weren't in America recently, I wasn't sure if they knew anything going on. I was sure Marks parents would atleast tell him of certain events, but others, I wasn't so sure.

"From?" Mark picked up, expectantly staring at me.

"Norfolk," I sighed out. "I'm from Norfolk."

Silence. The only one who I expected to understand my hesitation was Mark, and he looked shocked. However, while I was walking, I looked at the sky. Looking through all the wires, stars shined brightly overhead, a small smile gracing my features. The 2 things I love no matter what, are the night sky, and sunsets. The serene feeling you can get while watching them, all the peace and calm, it's my safe haven.

"Finally," I heard Jackson mumble, causing my trance to be disturbed. Looking away, I noticed we had finally arrived at the park. No one was around, of course, and street lamps lit up the play set, swings and courts.

Quickly taking notice of a certain form of enjoyment, I ran towards it, and jumped on. The tire swing spun and went in circles while I giggled, laying out on the large tire. With my eyes slowly opening, I saw everyone else on the swings a few feet away, and talking about whatever came up. Turning my gaze back towards the star filled sky, as the swing slowed to a stop.

"Marcey!" Breaking out of the trance for the second time, I looked towards the guys who were waving me over. "Come over!" Youngjae yelled out.

Shocked at his sudden words, I got down and jogged across the molch covered ground andtowards the 7 males. Once I was in front of them, I was pulled onto Youngjaes lap, who began to go back and forth.

"Youngjae," I squealed, shocked at the sudden events before bursting into laughter. Clinging to the older, I heard him and the others laugh along until Youngjae slowed the swing, allowing me to get off him. "Well that was a fun trip," I smiled, leaning against the metal rod of the swings.

"You looked lonely over there," Jackson spoke up, a smile on his face. "Youngjae said we should help you."

"Help me?" I smirked, questioning their explanation.

"Fine," Bam sighed and chuckled. "We were bored. Thought we'd joke around."

"How rude," I pouted jokingly, quoting my favorite show Full House. Arms crossed over my chest, I sat down on the molch, and leaned back against the cold metal. Shivering slightly from the sudden change, I looked back at the sky.

"We should head back," Jackson stated, looking at the time on his phone. Getting up, he and the other began walking, while I was too zoned out to notice.

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"Guys," Mark stopped. "Where's Marcey?"

Jb muttered curses under his breath, and sighed. Jinyoung began to worry, while Bam looked around in circles. Yugyeom and Jackson both began to think, all while Mark began to bolt back to the park.

"Go on!" He yelled back at the 6 confused males. "I know where she is."

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Noticing the sudden silence, I looked around confused before realizing they'd left. Sighing, I took my phone out of my pocket, only to see it at 1% before it died in a second. Not knowing the way back to the Tuan house, I moved to the swing, hoping one of the guys would come back and help me.

However, when a small while passed, I began to internally panic. Normally, I'd be perfectly fine, being used to being alone outside at nght. Back then, I actually knew where I was, unlike now. Trying to distract myself, I began to hum Polarize by Twenty One Pilots, hoping to calm my heightened nerves down. Of course, when I heard whispers behind me, I instantly tensed. Eyes squeezed closed tightly, I gripped the swing, my knuckled turning white. Footsteps approached, my breathing almost gone.

"Marcey!"

My name being called, caused my head to shoot in the direction and stand up. Recognizing Mark's voice immediately. He came running towards me once he saw me, and glared at the area behind me. He ran a hand through his bleached hair, then rolled the sleeves of his black sweater up to his elbows. His black vans stomped across the molch, and he stuffed his hands in the pockets of his black skinny jeans.

"Mark," I called, gaining his attention. Giving a subtle shake of my head, he sighed and glared behind me again before pulling me by the hand. "Thank you," I mumble, tightly gripping his hand to try and calm down.

"Hey," He stopped, turning to face me. Underneath the street light, standing on the abandoned sidewalk, I saw his eyes widen once he saw my face. "Why are you crying?" Instantly, he bagn to wipe my tears away with his thumb before pulling me into a hug. "I'm sorry we forgot you, and I'm sorry those creeps were there."

"It's okay," I responded, slowly wrapping my arms around his back, gripping his large sweater. "I should've paid attention. At least you came back. I don't know what would've happened if you had been there any later."

"I'm sorry," he mumbled again, tightening his grip before backing away from the hug. "Come on, the guys were really worried, we should catch up."

With those words, we were off to catch up to the guys. My breathing calmed right when the hug started, and my nerves calmed. That was something I wasn't used to. I'm not used to affection, never have been, and how easily I was calmed. Both were new experiences that would take a while to get used to. So to say it was awkward once the other 6 gave me hugs, would be an understatement.

The walk home was filled with both worried, and weird chatter, in both English and Korean. Translations were made, jokes were tossed about, and I finally learned more about them, and vice versa. The eventful night with 7 idols was, minus the one event, a complete enjoyment and success.