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"No matter where you are, whether it's a quarter mile away or half way across the world, you'll always be with me."
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Donghyuck ran through the doors, making it a few feet into the house before several guns were pointed at him.
"Alright, fuck me," he mumbled, dropping to his knees. One of the men grabbed his hair, yanking him up with unnecessary force. He let out a little yelp, but didn't fight back. Him versus a gun would never lean in his favor. The previous high he had been on was completely gone, fear taking it's place.
He heard someone hit the floor next to him. He sighed out loud when he saw his unconscious lover being yanked to his unstable feet.
Of course the idiot followed him.
Thankfully, the guards were so distracted with moving Mark's limp, starfish body, that they didn't see Ten and Jaehyun slip through the doors. The duo disappeared down the stairs Taeyong had just run down, fading into the darkness.
"Jesus fuck," Mark groaned from beside Donghyuck, his head pounding worse than any hangover.
"Good morning, idiot," Donghyuck grinned at him sarcastically.
"How am I the idiot? I didn't run into a death trap!"
"Yeah, you we're supposed to protect me, dumbass," Donghyuck hissed, his wrists stinging from the tight hold. The guards had no mercy (MONBEBE WYA) this time.
"If you guys ever get out of here, can you just go home and fuck? The sexual tension is unreal." The guard holding Mark mumbled, unfortunately being heard by both Mark and Donghyuck, who were now engaged in another petty argument.
"Aish, we had to catch the annoying ones, didn't we? Their friends are probably happy to get rid of them," a deeper voice spoke near Donghyuck's ear, making him jump slightly. Mark scowled at the man, suddenly becoming a possessive dog.
"Hello, you two. I don't think we've met. I'm Mr. Jung," the man said politely, even reaching out for a handshake, which was totally pointless. Donghyuck's face fell with realization.
"Ah, I see you've heard of me. At least pretty boy has." Mr. Jung reached towards Donghyuck, patting his head like you would a cute puppy.
"Hands off my boyfriend, you psycho." Mark seethed, his eyes darkening with hatred. Donghyuck actually had the audacity to blush. Mark had never addressed him like that, and it felt nice.
Donghyuck was distracted from his thoughts by a loud cacophony of sounds from the middle of the room. Even Mr. Jung seemed surprised when he heard it. Donghyuck saw a familiar head of hair peek up from the huddle, and he immediately caught onto Jaehyun's plan.
Donghyuck let out a series of ear-piercing animal noises, hopefully masking the gun shots. Mark realized what he was doing and joined in. The two knew they sounded like complete dumbasses, but survival required sacrifices. And they were both willing to sacrifice their pride to survive.
The men along the outer ring of Jung's protective circle fell, some groaning in pain, others knocked out cold. Donghyuck was too busy with his cat noises to notice the bullet flying past his face. But when he felt the hot blood land on his shirt and hair, he froze.
"Yah, what the hell! My hair!" He whined, bringing the brown locks to his face. It looked like he got a bad dip dye. The guards partner heard Donghyuck's whine, and held him tight in one arm, with Mark in the other.
Mr. Jung and Donghyuck looked around, trying to find the source of the bullets, but Donghyuck found something else.
"Ah, shit, Taeyong!" He whisper-yelled, gaining the attention of Mark. Taeyong was being dragged through the front door, fighting against the men. Donghyuck knew from personal experience it was a useless fight.
"Fucking hell," Jaehyun cursed, quite loudly, and reloaded his pistol.
"Taeyong," Mr. Jung said pleasantly, "It's nice to see you again." Taeyong struggled against his bonds, causing Jung to let out a sadistic laugh.
"No, not this time." He walked closer to his struggling prisoner. "I wasnt planning on killing you, you know that, right? But I'm starting to change my mind." He inspected Taeyong, like a judge at a pageant. "You're not that special."
Donghyuck could sense a presence behind him, and instinctively turned around, almost getting hit by Johnny's gigantic hand. The guard holding them dropped, unconscious. Mark let out a heavy sigh, taking the guns from the guard and handing one to Donghyuck.
The two ran off, leaving Taeyong, Jung and two guards in the room. Jaehyun was trying to get a clear shot of the guards holding Taeyong, but Jung was constantly in the way.
"Mark, do something," Donghyuck whispered, nudging his supposed "boyfriend".
Mark gulped, nodding lightly, before letting out an inhumane screech. It was a mix between a pterodactyl and a weird, dying cat.
"Not what I meant, but okay," Donghyuck winced, rubbing his ears. Surprisingly, Mark's tactic was efficient, and Jaehyun was able to send two bullets straight into the guards skulls. Jaehyun ran to Taeyong, grabbing him and dragging him back to the group.
They looked pretty badass in Donghyuck's opinion. Each had a gun in hand, loaded and ready to use, with a look just as deadly on their faces. It was like a scene from Fast and the Furious.
Jung turned around, wielding a gun of his own, visibly surprised. Donghyuck could see the moment all hope left his eyes, but the fiery desire stayed, scaring Donghyuck. He raised his weapon, and pulled the trigger, all within a second. All the boys fired back, and Jung was hopelessly murdered, but not before he became a murderer.
Donghyuck wasn't aiming when he shot, instead his eyes were focused on the line of boys next to him. He watched Jung's bullet, and he knew where it was going to land, but he was powerless to stop it. Mark seemed to notice too, because without a moment's hesitation, he went to jump, one foot leaving the tile floor. Donghyuck was quick to grab him, pulling him back and landing on the hard ground. His head was pounding as loud as his heart, Mark was hysterically screaming in his arms, and one of his teammates was dead, but Donghyuck was too far gone. He was focusing on the feeling of Mark's warm body, even if he was being pushed and kicked.
Jung's bullet had missed it's target, instead planting itself in Jaehyun's heart, where a part of Mark still belonged.
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Fun fact: when I type really excitedly or fast, I accidentally switch to my Russian keyboard. I'll right a whole sentence in Russian without realizing.
