wingate gardens -got7 ✓

10- secrets untold

oh btw
bold is for when mark does sign language
and italics are for bambam and yugyeom!
okay, enjoy?

BAMBAM CLUTCHED A TOWEL to his cheek, a few tears frozen salty on his face. park was sat across from them, leaning against the desk in his own apartment. his arms were crossed and a glare was settled on his face, causing his eyebrows to knit and his mouth to bend down in an angry frown.

mark watched the two, careful to avoid eye contact with park who was bristling with rage. bambam too, kept his eyes down as he gently pressed the towel harder onto the cut, trying his hardest to stem the bloodflow.

"well." park said, standing up from the desk and walking over to bambam, "could you be any more stupid? fighting with jaebeom? what are you- 12?"

bambam glared up at park with watery eyes, "park please, i just got worked up,"

"you know you can't do that here." park seethed, "it's too dangerous bambam."

"please leave me alone, this cut fucking hurts," bambam turned away.

"i know you only got here half a year ago, but this is no excuse. you know my rules. you know my punishments. don't make me punish you bambam," park's voice had taken a darker tone that made mark shudder, he really despised the man. there was a low growling tone pushed into his stern voice as well, like his threat was very, very, real.

bambam's eyes had widened and he wrapped his arm around his stomach, like some form of paranoia had hit him. maybe, mark thought, park had punished bambam before, and that it had involved his stomach some how. he shivered and dropped his eyes from park.

"well?" park asked, advancing closer to bambam who cowered away, "...gonna say anything bambam?"

bambam just shook his head which seemed to satisfy park and mark almost sighed, letting out the tenseness he had been holding. he was more than a little worried that something would happen to bambam.

with a tiny bit of relief flooding through him, mark looked up to face park who re-crossed his arms and started to speak, "right mark. it's about time you got clued in to the deepest shit and how things are gonna work around here." 

"wha- what?" mark stuttered, "i didn't already know everything?... jaebeom isn't the deepest shit here?"

"regretfully no, there's a whole lot worse," bambam spoke up, though his voice wobbled a bit. mark almost started to question why bambam wasn't a little braver around park, seeing as he had been at wingate for half a year.

still, he dismissed it and looked to bambam, "how?! how can it be worse?"

"listen." park interrupted, "i'll give it to you straight."

"difficult for park, seeing as he's-" bambam started and ah, mark thought, that was where bambam's courage was.

"-gay? irrelevant bambam. and a little insulting." park interjected, stony face angrily glaring at bambam, "as i was saying... i'm going to give it to you straight. we can't get jobs. we can't fucking get money from anywhere. i could only come up with one solution so we could actually survive here. and i won't sugarcoat it, we sell drugs. and if you want to have enough money to buy food and shit, you're gonna need to start helping,"

mark stumbled backwards, back suddenly hitting the wall behind him. that was something he would never do: he could abandon his brother and father, live in a creepy estate with creepy people but he wouldn't sell drugs.

"no way." mark said, sudden bravery hitting him, "i'm not selling drugs park, no way,"

park just simply shook his head, "that's fine. i'll give you one week mark, that's how this will work. if you can find a good job that'll rake in some cash, you can stay outta the drugs."