He's Not Gone

ten

"So Mark, what do you do?," my mom asks. She seems to really like him due to all the curiosity.

I stare at my plate, motionless.

"Jimin, eat your food please," my mom requests. I pick up my chopsticks, and get a chunk of meat, and stuff it in my mouth. As I chew, I can feel Mark's eyes piercing through my skin.

I chew a lot quicker, and then get another chunk of food. I swallow the food, but not all of it does. I start to choke on the food stuck in my throat.

"Jimin!," my mom yells.

I get up and step away from the table. I rush to the trash and keep gagging. I suddenly feel arms around me, hitting my lower rib cage as hard as they could possibly can. The pieces of food go flying out of my mouth into the trash can.

I wipe my mouth with a nearby paper towel, and turn around to thank whoever helped.

"Uhm, th-thanks, Mark," I say. He smiles and nods. "It's no problem, I'm glad I helped," he says, a wink following his phrase. He walks away from me, and I look over at my mom with a not-so-happy look.

Namjoon is only trying not to laugh, but Jin pinches his leg, which makes him whine in pain.

"Are you done? If you're not hungry you could have just said so instead of making a huge scene in front of our guest," she complains.  I look down at my feet and apologize. I walk away, still looking at my feet.

Thump. I rub my head as I just bumped into the wall. I run to my room before my mom complains about me embarrassing myself or making a "scene".

I spend about 20 minutes in my room staring at my wall. As expressionless as I could get. Then it clicked, Mark is still here. I let out a groan and lay back on my bed.

"Why me?" , I think to myself. I suddenly hear a knock at my door and I roll my eyes.

"Who is it?!," I yell at the person behind the door. "Mark," they say. He opens my door without me saying a come in.

He walks over to my bed. I quickly sit up and glare at him. He smiles and sits to my left.

"I think you owe me a talk," he whispers. I look to my right, trying not to look at him. I just want hin to disappear so I can go see Yoongi again.

"All right, what do you want?," I mumble, still looking away. He grabs my face, making me look towards him. I hesitate but he has more strength than I do.

"Jimin, I like you. I really do, and I know you don't cause you're still in love with Yoondle ," he starts. I let out a groan and push his hand away.

"It's Yoongi! Y-o-o-n-g-i! Yoongi!," I yell out. I get up and walk over to the nearest wall and bang my head against it. This fucking idiot doesn't even know his name!

"Yeah, okay, Yoongi," he says. I can hear him shuffle around on my bed. "What I'm trying to say is, go on a date with me. I'll make you forget about ... Yoongi."

At this point I'm ready to cry. I don't want him here, I want Yoongi here. I don't want him asking me on a date, I want Yoongi asking me on a date. I don't want him on my bed, in my room, or in my house, I only want Yoongi here.

I turn around tears already running down my face. "I don't want to go on a date with you. Not today, not tomorrow, not ever," I explain. I whipe my tears off, and walk over to my bedroom door.

"The door, Mark," I mumble. He laughs and throws a pillow at me. I look over at him and give him a glare. "Look, baby, I'm not giving you a choice. You're going to go on a date with me, whether you like it or not. If you don't, I'll tell Jin how you lied to him, and I'll tell him how Yoongi is actually alive," he blurts.

I let out a gasp, while more tears flow out, staining the floor. 

"W-what do you mean Yoongi is actually alive? He's n-not ali-" "Do you think I'm a fucking idiot or what?  It was pretty obvious when  "Yoonji" answered the phone. Yoonji is Yoongi. The poor idiot almost blew his cover, plus it was even more obvious, because when he answered the phone I heard a male voice. A cousin wouldn't get so defensive of a guy calling another guy," he explains after he interrupts me.

I look at him in disbelief, and drop on my knees. "Please don't tell anyone, please," I beg. He laughs and walks over to me. "I won't unless you go on that date with me," he whispers.

I get up and whipe my tears off my eyes, and take a deep breath. "Yoongi is my boyfriend," I say. "Work it out," he replies as he kisses my cheek. He then proceeds to wink at me and walk out of my room, eventually leaving my house.

I whipe the kiss of my cheek, and slam my door shut. I sit down, my back leaning on the door. I yank at my hair, and let out a cry.

"Only if I didn't ask him to pretend to be my friend that day. I should have asked someone else, but on my defense, how was I supposed to know? How am I going to tell Yoongi about this?," I think to myself. I bang my head against my door, and let out a sigh. I get up and pick up the pillow Mark threw at me, and place it back on my bed where it belongs.

I make sure I have my phone with me and I walk out of my door, shutting the door behind me.

I have to see Yoongi.

-

"And he's ma-making me go on a date with hi-im," I cry into Yoongi's chest. He rubs my back in circles in order to get me to calm down. He kisses the top of my head, and whispers in my ear, "I'm sorry that I got you into this mess."

I whipe my face, and position my body to where I can see his face without any trouble.

"You did not get into this, I did it myself," I explain. "I was the one that picked 'em from the bathroom, and I was the one that lied to Jin. I could have damn well said "oh, I saw a cute puppy," but I didn't. "

He lets out a sigh, and plays with my hair. "Jimin, don't beat yourself up over this. I've been thinking about a solution to this situation. What if I get in disguise, so I can go out and work. I do need to pay that guy."

I jump off of him, and help him up. "Yoongi, that's great! I can get it for you, what were you thinking of getting?," I ask.

"Well, I was thinking like a mask, new hair color, and maybe new clothes. If you could get that for me that'd be amazing, and do not worry I'll pay you back once I get enough money, all right?"

"It's okay, you don't have to pay me, Yoongi. The only person you have to pay is that man, so don't worry about it. I'll get you all of that. I have a mask I don't wear I can lend you that, I have clothes as well, but I do have to buy hair dye."

I kiss Yoongi's cheek and rest my head on his shoulder.

I can now take Yoongi on dates, and maybe I can get Mark off of me. 

I look forward, still resting my head on his shoulder, and see my phone.

I think I know how I can get Mark to leave me alone.