6- the boss

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as of now, i legit have no plan. my only goal is to introduce all the boys....
regardless, hope you're enjoying and ty for 100 reads already <3

JACKSON'S LAST WORDS HUNG IN the air as mark's eyes bore into him, pleading desperately for answers. his hands shook, he couldn't help it. they trembled helplessly at his sides and jackson's eyes remained on his, anger slowly but surely seeping into them. jackson didn't say anything though, just glared at mark, the older's question remaining unanswered.

park watched the silent friction between the two, a smirk pulling at the corner of his lips. the smile widened as he placed a hand on mark's shoulder causing mark to tear his eyes away from jackson.

"listen new kid, there are things that you should know. and there are things that you shouldn't," his gaze hardened, "don't ever question me again. if i want to tell you something, i'll tell you,"

"but-" mark started, but jinyoung cut him off with a simple glare.

jackson turned to look at park, muttering through his teeth, "the graffiti. he can know about that," to which park's anger rose and he whispered something irritatedly back, eyes full of hatred.

mark watched as park and jackson proceeded to engage in a heated debate which lasted for several minutes. he could only catch a few words here and there, frustrated that they wouldn't explain anything to him. the last few weeks had been so long and tiring for him, he had made so many difficult decisions and lost so many important people. it felt like his whole world had crashed in front of his feet, leaving him breathless and alone. and now he was finally getting a new start, but he was stuck in an estate with so many secrets that he felt like screaming.

mark had expected to move into wingate, maybe meet a few friends, get a job and forget about everything that had happened in america. forget about his dying brother, how it had felt when the doctors had told him he only had a few months yet.

but the only two people he had met were mean and secretive. in fact, he had no idea how dangerous wingate really was, was he safe? was he not? all the secrets and lies had thrown him off.

either way, he was in over his head. he just wanted to know what was going on.

jackson and park were still arguing in the same quiet voices, their incessant whispers only stopping when park shouted, "FINE," and pushed jackson away from him. mark cocked his head and jackson rolled his eyes, "follow park." he groaned as park began to stride off down the corridor.

mark sighed, "more corridors...fucking brilliant,"

jackson shoved his back, making him stumble towards the doors that park had now disappered through, "hurry up newbie."

he started to walk off but mark stood rooted in place, beginning to wonder if he should just forget about jackson and park and go back to his room. he yawned, tiredness from jackson waking him up so early suddenly hitting him, it had been so long since he had had a good night's sleep.

jackson was now several paces ahead of him, and hadn't turned around to check that he was behind him. it was his chance to leave.

mark knew deep down that it was a bad idea to wander off, afterall, jackson knew where he lived and he assumed park did too. they (for some reason mark had yet to find out), were obssessed with him, it felt like. from the minute mark entered wingate, they hadn't left him alone. it seemed as though they cared too much about him, and would be angry if they found out he ditched them.

but mark liked breaking the rules, as he had proved only yesterday when he had told the whole of wingate his name, disobeying jackson.

so, he hurried off in the opposite direction to the two strangers/neighbours/whoever they were. it didn't sound like they noticed, mark heard no shouts telling him to come back, just their receeding footsteps. he grinned to himself, almost running down the corridor now.

his mood had improved significantly now he knew park and jackson weren't with him anymore, hope began to sink back in. maybe he could live a good life in wingate, if he just avoided their secrets and whatever the hell the graffiti was. if he remained oblivious, he would be fine.

however, he spoke too soon. it was almost as though he had forgotten that it wasn't just jackson and park who lived in wingate.

for as he was walking down the corridor, an extra spring in his step, he came face to face with a new person. at a first glance, he looked like a foreigner. mark wasn't sure how he knew, he just knew that the boy in front of him wasn't korean. the boy looked at him with wide eyes and as mark studied his face, he was sure he had seen him before, maybe just in passing, but he recognised the shock of white blond hair and deep set eyes circled by black eyeliner.

the boy laughed awkwardly, "not to be annoying buttt...you're sorta in my way there bud.."

it was then mark realised that he had come to a complete stop, he had been so distracted by the new face that his feet had forgotten how to walk. he sighed, the hallway was small and he was directly blocking the stranger.

"sorry..." he muttered, looking down at his shoes as he slid out of the way. but the boy didn't walk by him, instead, he crossed his arms and looked intently at mark.

"you're mark, aren't you?," he began, "i'm bambam, you can call me double b if you want though,"

mark took a double take, the stranger in the hallway knew his name, "how do you know my-"

"i'm a pyschic," bambam replied, chuckling to himself.

mark almost believed him for a second before remembering that bambam had been present in the courtyard when he had announced his name. he remembered because bambam had been one of the people to shout at jackson, telling him he was being too loud. he had almost forgotten it was so insignificant.

"whatever.." mark grumbled, "just leave me alone...."

he went to move around bambam so he could contiune down the corridor but the boy shifted slightly, now stood directly in front of mark.

"wait!! my pyschic powers are telling me you have some red graffiti on your front door.." bambam said as mark tried and failed to squeeze past him again, "and that you just ditched park jinyoung,"

"look bambam, i don't even know you. can you please just let me through?," mark said, rolling his eyes, only growing more frustrated as he saw the smirk that now adorned bambam's lips. the boy still refused to move, and was now gripping mark by the shoulders.

bambam's smirk slowly melted into a smile as he held mark and watched him struggle to escape, "woah cowboy," he giggled as mark ripped himself away and began to stumble down the corridor.

as mark got further and further away from bambam, his muscles began to tense- he realised he was walking in the direction of park's room.. and potentially park himself. he was thinking of turning back and hoping that bambam had already left when he heard the pounding of feet behind him and a scream of, "WAIT MARK! i can tell you about the graffiti if you want! just don't go,"

he sighed and spun around to face bambam again, "why do you care so much? ...who even are you?"

"i'm a friend of jackson and i know park...listen, i can answer all your questions, i don't mind if i have to explain everything. just come with me- there's only bad people down the next few corridors and you should really come this way," bambam explained, his breath ragged from the small amount of running he had done.

mark pursed his lips, "okay...i guess i'll come... you can definitely explain everything right?"

"is the pope catholic?" bambam said, linking his arm with mark and pulling them both back to where mark assumed his room was.

"i don't actually know-"

"he is. oh, and my friend yugyeom will be there too. don't worry, he's on our side," they had now stopped outside room 0205 and bambam was sifting through his pockets for a key.

"our side?"

"oh my god! i forgot you don't know! i guess you'll find out what that means once we get to my room."

and with that, bambam pulled out his key and slid it into the lock. the door swung open to reveal not only a stranger mark assumed to be yugyeom.....but park and jackson too.

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