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a bleak reality
[t.mr x w.js ]
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❝ ... It's up to you what you want to remember ❞
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As Jackson sat in the backseat of the minivan with his cam-recorder in hand and even contributing to the noise as he recorded everything with a shaky hand, all other noise excluding his own like his friend's happy chatter and the hum of the vehicle became nothing more than white noise, his mind deciding to focus more on the feeling that this wasn't real.

Everything felt right, with Jaebum driving and his budgie on the steering wheel, Youngjae in the passenger seat humming along to the song on the radio, Jinyoung and Mark sharing earphones to listen to music off Mark's phone in front of him, Yugyeom next to him and leaning over the seat to draw on BamBam's face since he was asleep in the very back. But then there was the flashes of pure white when he blinked, followed by a sensation of water-filled lungs and bloodied hands. It just didn't make sense, so what was different from what he was seeing?

Mark seeing his boyfriend's eyes darken considerably with how deep he fell into his thoughts, gave both headphones to Jinyoung who immediately rested his head against the window, falling asleep almost instantly now that he could block out all the noise. He crawled into the others lap who put down the cam-corder to wrap both arms around the brunette's waist, seeking the comfort that only Mark could give.

"Mark?" he asked quietly, his voice timid and unsure. The older male made a noise in his throat, reassuring the younger male that he could continue talking. "Do you ever get the feeling of what you remember isn't what actually happened?" Jackson continued and his boyfriend stilled in his lap, already understanding where the male was coming from. And as much as he wanted to blurt out the truth, harsh and cold, he knew he couldn't do that Jackson, he loved him far too much to hurt him so he covered it up with a lie.

"Yes it happens all the time. But it's up to you to choose what you want to remember" He said, sounding confident enough to relax the blonde who loosened his grip a little on the brunette's hips, even though he could feel the poison of his lie seeping down his throat and blackening his heart. Mark was definitely going to go to hell for this, if he wasn't already sent there already.

"Okay" Jackson said, sounding a lot happier as he pecked the other male on the lips "I love you, promise me you won't leave?" he said and he moved away, the brunette gulping quietly as more poison slid down his throat "I love you too, I promise I won't leave you" Mark replied, feeling ashamed that he was lying this way.

The world suddenly exploded into white and Jackson screamed, desperate and broken. Mark clung to him as everything faded away, hoping that the younger would forgive him for what he had done.

At least he had one last chance...

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Heavy antiseptic hung in the air, being almost excreted from the walls and choking the doctor and his nurse as they walked down the hallway. A clipboard rested snugly in his right hand, nothing else on the front except for a name for his patient who had just woken up from a month-long coma.

W. Jackson

Shaking his head at the world he now had to introduce the male to, he could only hope that the male nurse beside him, who looked so similar to Mark would be able to help with the blonde's transition. Pushing open the door to room 496 and seeing his patient already sitting up in bed with glassy eyes, both males in the doorway stalled until Jackson turned and his eyes focused on the nurse.

"Mark? Mark!" He cried out and immediately tried to move, making the doctor rush to his side to keep him still, his stitches would re-open if he continued to move around so haphazardly, it had been hard enough to sow up such deep wounds. "Mr. Wang, please stop moving around" He ordered, strengthening his hold on the Chinese male's shoulders to keep him from moving around further, the patient following his orders moments later and stopping in his movements.

"I'm sorry Mr. Wang, but I'm not Mark. I am Jeon Taehyung" the nurse replied and Jackson's eyes returned to their glassy state. "You've been in a car accident Jackson, you have been in a coma for the past month" he continued and the male beneath the doctor's hands quivered.

"Where's Mark then? Jaebum and Jinyoung? Youngjae? Yugyeom? BamBam?" He asked desperately, firing off names one by one that the other males in the room knew belonged to his friends. Giving a slight gesture to the nurse, Mr. Jeon waved off his husband, telling the nurse to leave the room so that he could now break the ice to the already fragile enough male. Taehyung followed Jeongguk's orders, leaving the room and the doctor took a seat on the bed in front of Jackson.

"I'm sorry for your loss Mr.Wang, but all your friends and your boyfriend Mark have passed away. Mark held on as long as he could, but he passed away twenty minutes ago, the same time you woke up"

No words could console the blonde as he screamed, a loud and broken-hearted sound, weeping heavily and begging constantly for everyone to be returned to him. Why had he been left alone?

He wished for Mark's arms to wrap around him, to rock them together as he whispered comforting words in his ear. But that wouldn't happen, Mark was gone and he wasn't coming back. Ever.

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lol guys this wasn't actually a prompt but rather i wrote this today (well most of it anyway, i only had an hour) for my composing section for my exam. obviously it was a lot less detailed and didn't contain nearly as much boy x boy since its a catholic school, and they'd probably kick me out lmao.

anyway... hope you enjoyed the markson

[i might release the rough draft when i get my exam back lol]