Prince Blood | {Markson}

•TWENTY NINE•

Mark P.O.V

It's been 29 days. Jackson's still not talking or even glancing at me. Neither are his friends.

I swear I will beg for his forgiveness if I have to. I miss him so so much... his touch, his warmth, his scent, his everything. I would almost cry myself to sleep everyday, regretting getting drunk and doing what I've done.

I was lost in my thoughts, walking through the hallway. Suddenly I got pushed against the locker by someone, and before I had the time to react, a pair of lips that I tell you, definitely did not belong to Jackson, landed on mine.

They tasted gross.

Because I was so lost in my thoughts, I didn't react for a long time. I pulled myself out of my spaced out state, and shoved her away, slapped her, and kicked her in the stomach. I was fuming, but I knew better than to kill someone in front of this gathering crowd.I looked around, and saw a familiar flock of brown hair, except he was covering his eyes, and turning away.

Shit.

I tried to run after Jackson but he disappeared in the crowd as if he was never there. I can't smell his scent anywhere... why?

Jackson P.O.V

I guess I really wasn't his love for life then. Maybe I just wasn't good enough for someone like Mark. Strong, independent, and a prince for god's sake.

Maybe he just needs a pretty girl to produce an heir for him.

I touched my face. It was wet. I looked around, I was at Jinyoung's café.

Mark didn't chase after me...

I walked inside the café, spotting Jinyoung there. It was after school so that's probably why I found him.

He turned around as soon as the bell at the door rang. Thank goodness there's only him in the café. His eyes widened, and dropped everything he was doing, rushing to me.

"Jackson.... Jackson-ah what happened?" His motherly side showed up once in a while. I couldn't say anything, and just collapsed into his arms. He held me as I sniffled into his shirt.

"M-Mark... h-he doesn't love m-me..." I whispered, shaking. "Of course he does Jackson-ah, why wouldn't he?" Jinyoung said as he patted my back, making more tears stream down my face.

"H-he kissed a-another g-girl in f-f-ront of m-me, twice.."

"Oh dear... I promise you Jackson-ah, he does love you. Maybe just give him a chance to explain..."

"Explain?! What is there to explain Jinyoung?! He hurt me twice, knowing I was fucking there, and you're taking his side?!" I was fuming. I wanted to separate myself from Jinyoung, but I was longing for someone's comfort so badly, when he tried to keep me in his arms, I couldn't pull myself back out.

"Shhhh... sorry Jackson-ah... no need to be mad... I'm not taking his side... shhh calm down." He said and stroked my back. I somehow fell asleep, exhausted from the emotions I was going through.

Jaebum P.O.V (haven't had that in a while)

~Back at the school when the incident happened~

Every time I saw Mark these days, he looked... dead. His eyes were so lifeless, it was sort of scaring me. I can't believe I'm still worrying about that guy when he hurt Jackson so badly. But something tells me... maybe it's just... not what it seems.

I was standing by my locker, dumping he heavy books I didn't need back in, and closed it. I turned around and spotted a Mark, with wandering eyes that were looking no where in particular. He was spacing out again.

I saw a girl, from the cheerleading team or something I think, creep up behind him, and pushed him to the lockers. I was about to go straight in and punch Mark for not pushing her away the second he saw her, but realized that he was still... spaced out.

Shit. Where's Jackson?

I looked across the gathering crowd and spotted a Jackson whose eyes were getting teary.

Shit shit shit. Jackson looked down as Mark finally snapped back to reality and shoved her to the floor, his eyes wandering around, until it landed on Jackson. He tried to chase after the guy but Jackson disappeared in a blink.

What?

Anyway, Mark couldn't see where he went, so he almost killed the girl that kissed him. Who I remembered was also the one who kissed Mark when he was drunk.

It all made sense. Mark looked at her with such disgust and hate that it was clear. She forced herself on him. The girl was known for being real bitchy anyway.

Now I felt bad for Mark, even though the first time was half his fault, or more or less his fault. Maybe he deserves a chance...

It was Youngjae who appeared in the crowd and held onto Mark, stopping him from murdering someone in the middle of a school hallway.

Mark seemed to have calmed down, but was still glaring at the half alive girl with all his hatred.

Seeing Youngjae brought me funny feelings in my stomach. I was suspecting something and I really don't want to admit to. Not even in my head, to myself.

So I turned around and left the scene.

Maybe I should give Mark a chance...

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Word Count: 900

Well that was eventful... don't worry this ain't the last drama you'll see in the book I have a hell lot all planned out for ya. Have a nice day!!!! Love y'all, baiiiii!

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