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Turning point | Mark GOT7

"What are you doing here?" Mark hissed, grabbing your elbow tightly, in which you were sure it would leave marks the next day. His eyes were shooting fire on you, sharp and angry, in the dark room that Mark had pulled you in. He was standing a few inches away from you, his hands on his waist and he put all his weight on one leg.

You knew that you should not be here, but you were worried. You hated to admit it, but you were worried about him despite the fact that he was your number one enemy.

"I told you to wait in your house." He bit his lips. His expression changed to something less angry, but he did not lose his sharp focus on you.

"I could not do that." You said, daring him from staring straight into his eyes. "You are doing this to help me. You can not do it alone"

"Which means you are supposed to be at your house, not here?"

Something cracked, Mark closed the gap between the two of you as he put his hand over your mouth to prevent a gasp from skipping your throat. He brought his index of the free hand to his mouth, gesturing for you to keep it down, you nodded.

Two men were standing right behind the door, their voices are deep that a shiver ran down your arms.

They sounded scary.

"She still had not paid us?" A man shouted made you flinch in fear. Mark's arm immediately circled around you.

The gesture was assuring and comfortable. It was as if he was telling you, he was there for you.

"I'm so sorry, sir. She is nowhere to be found. Her house is empty." Another man said in fear. His voice was shaking, scared of the punishment awaiting him for not doing his job probably.

"Y/N is playing with us." He laughed, then coughed.

Your eyes widened and you froze upon hearing your own name. Dealing with loan shark was your biggest mistake. You could not even pay them back. The man laughter was like an ice falling all over your head. It made you dizzy.

If they knew you were in the room, it would be the end of you.

"I'll get you out of here," Mark whispered. You didn't know when he became this close, but you could feel his break tickling your neck, cheek, and ear.

You looked up at him and suddenly he was so close that your lips could accidentally touch. "Mark..."

You did not know when this happened, but Mark was actually the one who is responsible for getting the money from you. He was one of them, but somehow, he was helping you. He made your heart skip a beat. You had found yourself depending on him more and more without realizing it.

"What about Mark? Any news from him?" The scary voice said again.

"You were right, boss. They spent a lot of time together, and it looks like they became close." Mark cursed underneath his breath, as you reached for his hand and gave him a squeeze.

"Get rid of him, and bring the girl to me. I'll make her pay in my own way." You were not the only one in danger now, and you could not let them hurt Mark because of you.

"Yes, boss." And then both of them walked away, in different directions.

Mark's hands were no fists beside him and his teeth clenched. He looked as if he could kill someone right now.

"Mark." You reached for his elbow. With a small smile, you said, "I'm here. Just turn me in and say you were trying to ..." You gulped, trying hard not to sound hurt or scared. "... trap me."

"It was a huge mistake when I turned back to you that night."

That night....

Three drunk men were trying to get you play with them. The approached you right when Mark left you alone in the alley after demanding money from you. That night, you thought that living was an option for you. Those men did not seem to give up even after saying no to them.

When one of them grabbed your arm, the second moment, he was found on the floor. Mark was standing in front of you, hiding you behind him from those men.

After that night, the atmosphere between you and Mark changed somehow. That night was the turning point of everything between you and him.

It was a huge mistake, he said. You bit your lips, nodding. It felt as if your heart was snapping out from his place. "Don't worry too much, Mark. I'll do the talking for you."

You walked to the door to open it when arms wrapped around your waist pulled you back. You hit the hard muscles of his chest, feeling his heart beat fast against your back. "No," He tightened his grip on you, "You can't do that. You do not know what he will do to you."

Removing his arm from around you, you turned around to come face to face with him. "It does not matter what he will do to me. Don't mind it too much, or it will bother you later on. Don't get involved with me anymore."

"It matters to me!" He snapped and your eyes widened in surprise. Anyone could hear him. "Why the hell do you think I'm helping you?"

"You said it was a huge mistake. I'm confused right now. I don't need your help, just go back to your place with them–"

Before you could say any more, his soft lips sealed your mouth shut. You yelped against his lips, trying to break free from him, pushing him away, as he pinned you to the wall, but his hold on your waist was strong and there was no way you could fight him back.

As your muscles relaxed, Mark's lips tenderly started to move to deepen the kiss. His grip on you softened and you found yourself lost in his touch. You felt his hands running up and down your waist and circling around you, to pull you closer to him.

At that moment, you wished the time would stop and let you and Mark so lost in each other's touch.

Mark was the one to break the kiss, leaving you breathless and weak. His arms still gently around you. Kissing your forehead, then your nose, then your cheeks, Mark held looked at you, "I'm not letting anyone touch you. You are mine."

"But... you will die..." You said, tears filling your eyes.

"I don't die so easily, Y/N." He smiled at you. His arms slid down to hold your hands. "We will get out of here together. Can you trust me?"

"I have always trusted you, Mark."