Our life! A bts story

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Jackson
It's my hat. On the floor, Trodden on and screwed up. I pick t up after staring at it for ages. Tears welling in my eyes. The real reason I love this hat is because it's special. My mum gave it to me. She weaved in the JW. Why would mark just throw it away?

It can't be real? Maybe I'm hearing things. No, it happened again. The scream. It's marks scream. I run after it. Hoping it's his. I hope to hell marks there. But what if he's in trouble? I can't call his name. Maybe that person will hurt him more.
The screams getting more and more louder. Oh god.

The louder it gets the more my heart strains. I walk past an alleyway and the dream was right in my ear.
"BE QUIET!" Someone shouts. I don't know his voice. I hide behind the wall and look inside. There's mark being held by his throat on the alleyway wall and some other guy holding him up. It's horrific. God he seemed so hopeless. He screamed again. I guess he's hoping for someone to go in there. The guy punched him in the stomach and he groaned in pain. When I heard the thud I couldn't help but shout at him.
"WATCH WHAT YOUR DOING." I shouted. He turned to look at me. Oh go, what have I done. Marks the one who knows martial arts! Not me.
The guy started laughing at me. Can this guy get anymore annoying.
"You know who your talking to kid?" Kid!! Who's he calling a kid!?
"I would know if you tell me." Anger rising I can't even stop myself from talking to him.
"Ha, Im Ryan. An old friend of mark's here. You know mark right? Your Jackson yeah? He's told me a lot about you. How much of a pathetic wimp you are. How you always make him feel upset. And make him hurt himself." God these words hurt. Did mark really say those things.
"No... i didn't.." mark said. He could barely breath.
"Yeah you Did." Ryan shouted at him. "You seen his arms? Or is legs for that matter. Your initials that he's carved into them." Not his legs too! What have I done.
"You know how much you've hurt him personally and emotionally?"
"Don't.. listen.. to.. him Jackson.." mark struggled to say.
"Nah, listen to me. I'm only speaking the truth. What he's told me." He pointed at mark. Why did I cause him so much pain?
"He showed me his bare skin did you know that? Horrid it was. His legs, he's got words carved into them." What words?
"What kind of words?" I say getting curious.
"Hm, only stuff like 'stupid' 'ugly' and 'idiot'. You know. The horrid stuff only people with depression would put on there. So basically mark's thoughts." Wait, depression?
"You did know that right? His depression and anxiety? Yeah?" I shook my head. What?
"Ryan,.. stop.. it... please..." mark choked. God, he needs to stop. He can't breath.
"Let him go. And.. we'll talk." Ryan smiled and lifted up mark to a really high position and dropped him. He fell into a limp on the floor. I wanted to run to him but, maybe if I just speak to him...
"So, you found your hat then?" Ryan said.
"Yeah, I found it screwed up on the street." I said. Why am I sucking up to this guy.
"Dang, so that's what mark did to it." I have a plan. This Ryan guy is only going to be annoying so I'm just going to play on.
"I didn't do that." Mark croaked.
"Shut it shorty!" Ryan shouted at him and kicked him on the floor. I can't run to him. This is killing me.
"He did. I saw mark on the street. Wanted to say hi. He looked at me and dropped the hat onto the floor and then stood on it. Kind of harsh. Knowing that it came from your mum." WHAT!?
"Who told you that." I had to stop myself from shouting at him. But I spoke fast. And he noticed. He laughed.
"Wow, nervous? What big secret was it. Mark told me." I smiled to myself. I never told anyone about my hat.
"Mark didn't know." I've caught him here.
"Course he did. He told me!" Maybe this guy ain't lying. But I never told mark where my hat came from.
"Mark, why do I have a JW sewed into my hat?" I shouted over Ryan's shoulder.
"Well, I'd assume you just bought it and it was like that. Never knew your mum was involved." He coughed a bit but I don't blame him.
"My mum bought just some plain black material from a shop. She made this hat. From scratch. She weaved a JW into it. Took her a while to make. Gave it to me when I was 13. Kind of special. I didn't pay much attention to it when I was that age. Then when I got to 15 and went off to be a trainee, I wore it everyday. Cuz I didn't see her. And a few months ago, I saw her for the first time in 6 years. I never told anyone about my hat. So who's lying now big boy Ryan?" He seemed frustrated. He grunted and walked up to mark again. He picked him up by his throat and held him up to the wall. He pulled something out of his pocket that made me terrified.
A pocket knife.
"NOOO!" I screamed. I couldn't stand there any longer.
I ran up to Ryan and pushed him over. A Sudden sharp pain came to my arm and jumped back. I lay down clutching my blood-covered arm and told mark to run. He wouldn't. Ryan got up again. I'm terrified now. I saw mark behind him. He got up and looked angry as all hell.
I saw him to a spin kick to Ryan's head and Ryan falling on the floor. I closed my eyes and gritted my teeth. Unable to talk through the pain in my arm. I felt someone at my side and then something being wrapped around my arm like a sling. It hurt like hell. I opened my eyes and saw mark with his scarred arms tying his hoodie around my arm. He then picked me up and ran out of the alleyway just as Ryan was getting up. I leant my head into his shoulder and closed my eyes again. This pain will go away soon I hope.
"Kim! Jin! Quickly!" I heard mark call to the two, then footsteps and then Kim talking.
"God what happened!?"
"Can't talk now! Quick it's really bad." I don't want to go to hospital. Please no.
I felt the hoodie being taken off of my arm and the cold air hit it like a truck. I groaned again.
"It's not too deep. It'll heal on its own. Let's get back, quickly. It's dark, maybe you guys should stay with us tonight?" Kim replied.
"Sure."

Time skip

They started to aply pressure to my wound in Kim's kitchen. God it stung like hell.
"Ouch, your pushing too hard. Ouch!" I say.
"Jackson, you need pressure applied so it can stop the blood." Kim replied. God this hurt.