swapped | markson

T H I R T Y - N I N E

"I hate him," Mark growled, running a hand through his hair. His other hand tightly gripped the plastic bag that held ointment for bruises so that he could treat Sana.

The streets of Seoul were quieter than usual, and the sun was almost set. Mark walked leisurely to Sana's apartment, deciding to take the time to think.

But at first, it sounded like a tap, a slow repeated tap. Then, it got louder and louder. Footsteps.

Mark turned around but didn't see anything before he got shoved into an alleyway.

"Ugh," the boy groaned from impact with the wall. He quickly adjusted his sight and took notice of the two men in front of him. No, no, no, Mark's heart started to race, i'm gonna get mugged or beat up or even raped.

"Don't move," a rough voice spat at Mark, as he slipped something shiny out of his back pocket. A gun.

Mark let out a shallow breath, "W-What do you want?"

"Just a little bit of fun," the other man said, a crooked smile exposing his fully-crowned teeth.

"Just stay still, sweetheart, and you'll be fine."

A hand reached to pull Mark to the ground.

"No, let me go!" Mark cried desperately, the bag flying out of his hands."

"Shut up!" One man kicked him in the head, shoving his now fully-exposed gun to Mark's stomach.

Mark did indeed shut up.

He let out a shaky breath as the men began to fondle him. Not there, not there, not there, Mark prayed, noticing a hand inching towards his no-no square.

The blood was rushing throughout his body and his head felt like it had been slammed into a wall (which did happen).

But then he heard it, all happening so quickly.

"Get off of him!"

and then a Bang!

Mark's eyes froze open. There Jackson lay in front of him, a gunshot wound to front, and from his mouth, there was no more breath.

The sounds around him blurred. The men that ran away, not wanting to get caught or the fact that he couldn't breathe: Mark didn't notice these things. Only Jackson. The only thing he saw was Jackson.

Jackson.

Jackson, who he hadn't seen for two years. Jackson, who he had fell in love with.
Jackson, who risked his life for Mark countless times.
Jackson, who Mark hated just minutes ago.

The breathless person in front of him that was pooling blood was Jackson.

—+—

"I'm sorry, i'm sorry," Mark cried, his hands gripping desperately onto Jackson's in the hospital room.

It was the second time that Mark had been in the hospital with Jackson, but their roles were reversed.

"If you don't wake up," Mark begged, "I can't t-talk everything out with y-you or tell you that I s-still have feelings for you. p-please?"

The beeping of the monitor messed Mark up. Everything in the room was silent but the monitor. It did help Mark, though, in reassuring him that Jackson's heart was still beating. He was alive, revived by modern technology and the emergency team.

"You have what?," A raspy voice weakly called out.

Mark gasped, "Oh my god, you're awake. Oh my god."

Jackson pushed himself up, immediately letting out a pained groan when he felt his wound.

"Oh my god," Mark let a few tears fall, and he put his hands around Jackson's face, "You're alive."

He couldn't believe it.

Jackson let out a chuckle, "Why are you crying?"

"I-I missed you," Mark let out.

Jackson's eyes widened, "Oh." but then he smiled, "Come here, Mark."

He held out his arms weakly, and Mark gladly took the hug.

"So what'd you say about still having feelings for me?"

a/n:woahhhh there. that went by fast. story's probably coming to a close soon luvs. thank you for everything & if you ever want to check it out: i have a mew meanie story!!