Gun To My Heart |m.t.|

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Amanda's POV
Mark's breathing was steady, his breaths, calming me down. Examining his features, I noticed his hair was a mess. Sex hair...Shit! Did he use a condom?! I thought back at what had happened last night, but don't remember Mark using a condom. Hopefully nothing changed....(You know what I was referring to...)

I can escape now...I stood up, making sure I didn't wake up Mark. I grabbed my clothes that were on the floor, hurriedly putting them on. Cautiously opening the door, I peeked looking down the halls to see no one insight. Tiptoeing down the halls, I looked around to spot anything useful. My eyes landed on a gun, settled on a black wood table. Who leaves a gun lying any where??? Picking the gun up, I noticed a picture frame settled on the table as well.

Michael??? There was two boys in their teens, posing to take a picture. One was a younger version of Mark, and the other had a similar face to my older brother. "Michael..." I picked up the frame, tears unknowingly flowing down my cheeks. Michael was the only person I had left after my parents died, he made sure I was happy, when he was probably broken inside. He always told me he was fine, but how can I believe that now, after he has been missing for over 7 years. It was night time, and my brother told me he had some business to finish at work, but after hours, then days, turning to years, never came back.

But here is Michael right now in a picture frame with a teenage Mark. They knew each other?? Does Mark know where he is!? The thought made my heart rate escalate, Does he know where my long lost brother is?....I felt a cold hand touch my shoulder, causing me to turn around with the gun pointing at the predator. "Woah! Babe, calm down it's just me!" Mark put his hands up, instinctively. "Don't call me babe!" I snapped at him. "I can call you whatever I want, princess." His hands dropped to his sides, as he smirked at me. "I have a gun in hand..." I warned, wanting his smirk wiped off.

"It's not loaded, sweety~" I clenched my teeth at the nickname, and mentally face palmed myself. I should've checked if it was loaded! "What fool leaves a gun, loaded, laying around?" He chuckled, causing butterflies to to fly in my stomach. Great! Now I can't escape! But...Michael "Do you know him?" I pointed at my brother in the frame. Mark's smirk faded. What's wrong... He started to look angry. "Do you?" I was waiting for his reply. Where are you gege?

He cleared his throat, "He was a friend." He seemed to be lost in his mind. "W-Was?" Are they ex-friends? Did Michael go missing on him to? "Why are you curious?" Mark's eyes hardened. I shouldn't tell him, right? "I'm just curious...you know?" Mark seemed to ignore my answer and started dragging me to who knows where. "Where are you taking me?"

"I have business to do." I rolled my eyes, "And what does that have to do with me?" Mark tightened his grip on me. "I need you to calm me down if I go overboard, the boys are going to be there to." Yay! I get to hang out with Jackson, and get to hear more about when Bam bought a panther as a pet! Is that even legal?!

***

Where the shit am I??? Looking around, it was just pitch black dark. When we got here, we entered a luxurious building that said JYP Entertainment, then came down to a lower level in an elevator, and ended up in a big dark basement. "This room is soundproof." Mark stated randomly. "Why do I need to know that?" Was he going to rape me? Murder me?! Shit! "You don't need to be scared, I'm not going to do anything to you."

"TELL ME WHO SENT YOU!!!" I heard a voice yell, causing me to jump. Mark wrapped his arm around my waist, and pulled me closer, his actions calming me down. I saw figures come into view. Six of them I knew from yesterday, and there were two other people just standing like guards. Then one guy all bloody, tied up to a chair. What the hell is this?! Subconsciously, I held onto Mark's arm. JB was in front of the bloody guy, a gun in hand, a luxurious one in fact.

"Oh! Noona, your here!" BamBam smiled at me, though the situation that was taking place. "He dead meat." Jackson nudged me. Turning my attention back to the man tied up, I noticed the sick face he was making. He looked insane, mental, though in his state he was smiling sickly like he was possessed. "What's happening?" I asked the boys. "This guy has been spying on Youngjae, and we are trying to find out why and who is his boss." Jinyoung answered, arms crossed staring at the man. JB was to busy yelling threats at the man. "I can kill you..." JB said in a voice full with venom. What happened to the lovable Jaebum?

Mark pried JB away from the guy, taking JB's place, the two fellas bowed. "Shin Jinsoo, 28 years old. Loving Wife, Shin Soojung, has two kids, Jiyoen, 2 years old, and Sejun, 4 years old." Mark examined the gun in his hands. "Who should  souls I start with, your wife, daughter, or son?" Mark showed off his signature smirk. He is really good a threatening.... "How did I not think of that?" JB muttered, the rest of the boys admiring their eldest hyung.

The guy tied up, Jinsoo, looked worried now. At least he doesn't look creepy anymore...  "Please don't bring my family into this..." Jinsoo said silently. "I'm sorry, did you say your wife?" Jinsoo tensed. "No!" Mark's smirk grew wider, "Oh, you said your children." Jinsoo looked frantic. "No! Not my family! Me! They are innocent!" Mark walked in circles around Jinsoo. "...Then tell me, who scent you?" Jinsoo sat in silence. Mark punched Jinsoo across the face. Blood ran down Jinsoo's nose, "CEO Michio ..." Mark smirked getting the answer. I felt my entire body freeze hearing the name. Michio Jakushi?....

Mark handed JB the gun, "Do whatever you want, I'm done with him." He grabbed me by the wrist and started dragging me away once again. "Bye noona!" I heard Bam and Yugyeom yell, the rest waving at us. I waved at the boys, though the situation that is currently taking place. Michio's name repeating itself in my head. He must be behind something even bigger than I thought....

***

Walking out of the building, in the main office, employees bowed as we past them. Why are they bowing? What's his status? .....Abby most be worried about me.... "Can I go home?" We entered Mark's luxurious orange Lambo. "We are going home right now." I rolled my eyes at his answer. "I mean, my home." Mark's grip on the steering wheel tightened. "No." He said simply, not sparing me a glance. "Your home is with me."

"Why?! I don't even know you that well! We are still strangers! You practically, no, you did kidnap me!" Mark growled like an animal, the fuck... His eyes were a dark shade of red. "Don't say that." He said dangerously low. But me being me just had to, "Say what?! Say that we are strangers! Say that you had kidnapped me! Say that you practically raped me?!" Mark started racing in the forest, from 50 mph to 100 mph and still rising. I held onto my seatbelt for dear life. "Mark!!" My breathing became harsher and faster. "Slow down!!!" We came to an abrupt stop, causing my head to hit my head pretty hard, causing me to knock out.