Affinity // (GOT7 Markson)

Chapter Twenty - ...Demons

"What are you doing this for?! What do you want from me?!" Mark shouted for the third time.

His cries continued to fall onto deaf ears as the strange man in a tuxedo and top hat moved towards him slowly, the sounds of his hooves clicking against the cold ground. As he got closer and was eventually standing over Mark, another voice chimed in, one that was unfamiliar to Mark.

"Yoseob, I think that's enough. God, you're so fucking creepy." another man wearing a tuxedo said as he approached from the darkness and into the clearing where Mark was laying.

The three men sat there in silence, surrounded by tall rows of corn, the only light coming from the bright and full moon above them.

"Awh, I was having fun though!" the man in the top hat complained, taking his mask off.

Mark instantly knew the face that was hidden underneath. It was the baby-faced bartender from the orientation dance. The boy stuck his hand out to help Mark up, which confused the blonde boy.

"Here, get up, you're filthy." Yoseob said, gesturing his hand towards Mark again.

Mark reluctantly accepted the boy's hand. Just as Mark wiped the dirt from his knees and began to stand up, a swift kick to his stomach had his entire body in pain. He fell back to the ground and rolled a bit at the impact, groaning and wheezing as the air left his chest. Before he had a chance to process what had happened, another kick met the side of his cheek. The boots that Yoseob were wearing were hard and jagged, drawing blood from Mark's pale skin with every kick.

"Enough, Yoseob. This wasn't part of the plan." the other boy said, motioning for Yoseob to stop.

"Oh c'mon Jay. Just having a little fun. Lighten up." Yoseob smirked back, staring down at Mark who was coughing helplessly and squirming around in pain.

"Regardless, we need him alive and cognizant if we're going to get this video back to the client. So cut it out and help him up." Jay said back. "And take those fucking hooves off. You're starting to scare even me."

Yoseob mocked Jay a bit before removing his elaborate costume. "Fine. But Halloween means the world to me, this is the one time I can live out all of my crazy wardrobe fantasies." Once he was only wearing a tux and nothing else, he seemed significantly shorter and less threatening - almost friendly. This is exactly the vibe Mark had gotten from Yoseob the last time they spoke, which is the reason he was so surprised to be met with such violence and hate by him.

"Hi, I'm Jay Park. You don't know me, but you've met my partner Yoseob. Don't worry about him, he's a bit of a freak. Looks aren't everything. I wouldn't want to be stuck in a dark alley with that boy, that's for sure." Jay spoke softly, kneeling over Mark who was still on the ground trying his best to mask the pain he was feeling. "And you're Mark Tuan, am I right? 22, first year UBC student, barista, dancer, martial arts tricker... Am I getting warm? You know, it was actually kind of fun stalking you. Yoseob seemed to be very skilled at knowing where you were at all times, and was even ballsy enough to talk to you when he was parading around as a bartender. He nearly blew our cover, but of course we always get what we want."

Mark looked up at the man who was talking to him and mustered up enough courage to spit blood onto the man's face. The man didn't even flinch as the red drops landed on his face. He instead closed his eyes slowly, clearly annoyed, and then quickly opened them as his right fist went flying right into Mark's face.

"AHHHH!!!!" Mark screamed at the punch, the impact causing him to be temporarily blinded by what he could only assume were stars.

As Jay stood up, he took a step onto Mark's face, pressing it hard into the cold ground. The pressure under his foot got more intense as he spoke.