[FF]🥀Orphans🥀Mark GOT7

CHAPTER SEVEN: Beautiful

~Previously~

He then tried to leave. But I grabbed his arm. He turned around and looked at me

Y/n:"thank you....really. Thank you so much."

I don't know why, but I went in for a hug. I hugged him tightly. I felt so grateful. He took care of my brother and treated him as a little brother.... I then felt his arms touch my back, returning my hug...

~Present~

Mark:"y/n. You don't need to thank me. Really."

Y/n:"i know...but...Im just very grateful for what you and your family are doing for me..."

He kept rubbing my back as I was hugging him. His hand was then going slower. He pulled away from me then looked at me confused.

Mark:"what's that?"

He then gave me a confused look. He then closed the door and waited for me to answer.

Y/n:"What's what?"

I touched my back. That's when it came to me...my scars. I lowered my hands to my side.

Mark:"are those scars?"

He then came behind me and moved my hair up. On my neck, I had a small scar. He came in front of me and looked at me in the face again.

Mark:"those are the scars that sister Matilda gave you aren't they?"

Y/n:"yeah...they are from sister Matilda."

Mark:"you know you could have gone to the police and complained?"

Y/n:"I've tried running away. So many times with my little brother but I couldn't."

Mark:" do you have more or is that it?"

Y/n:"I have more...it's all over my back."

I avoided eye contact with him.

Mark:"can I see?"

I shot my eyes towards his. I felt my face go red. Show my back? That's embarrassing. Not only that, I'm insecure about them.

Y/n:"why would you want to see them?"

Mark:"once I see them, I'll be able to take you to a dermatologist that can help you minimize those scars."

Y/n:"it's fine. I can live by covering them."

Mark:"come over here."

We entered the bathroom in the room and looked in the mirror. I built up the courage to show him. But I was still embarrassed to show him my back in just my bra. I unbuttoned the top and peeled off my tank top. I turned around making my back face the mirror. I didn't wan him to look at my boobs. That's the last thing I want him to see. My boobs protruding from the top and bottom. I felt my face go red. I covered my face with my shirt. Then mark suddenly pulled the shirt from my face and put it over my shoulders.

Mark:"I think I've seen enough."

He stormed out of the room. He disappeared before I could say anything else to him. I buttoned my shirt back on. I tried going to sleep. I kept tossing and turning in bed, but I just couldn't sleep. My body was used to sleeping on hard mattresses with a single blanket. But this bed was beyond that. It was a lot more comfortable and cozy. The top had multiple blankets. But I couldn't figure out why I couldn't sleep. I got up from the bed. I looked outside the window. The clock that was beside the bed told the time that it was 2 in the morning. I felt frustrated that I couldn't sleep. Then a large sound came from the garage. Someone had gotten into marks car and drove off. What was he doing? I brought a chair up to the window, waiting for his return. But he never did. It wasn't until it was 6 in the morning when he got back. I was exhausted. Not able to sleep and oddly enough staying awake until mark got back. He got out of his car. He had a black hoodie on covering his face. So I couldn't make out what he went to do. He might have just gone to a party with friends or went to go see his girlfriend. But my Brain was too fried. I wanted to sleep. I got up from the chair and went back to the bed. My back popped as it felt relief of just laying down. My eyelids shut and my breathing became calm. The blanket was thrown over my shoulder and warmth soothes my skin and let me drift to a nice sleep. I then felt uncomfortable. I opened my eyes right away and heard foot steps. Flashbacks from when I was in the orphanage came back. I was becoming paranoid. Then the footsteps stopped outside my door. The door knob giggled as it was turned. I sat up in the bed afraid of who it was. My breathing was becoming loud and fast. I swear to god that I could hear my heart beating against my chest.