wingate gardens -got7 ✓

14- rescue

the story sorta begins with this chapter! yes there were 14 chapters of set up... let's ignore that lol, mark had to get used to wingate y'know

park's face, whilst flaccid and weak was stuck in a look of pain. mark quickly figured out why when his eyes scanned down to the stab wound in the man's side. blood was pouring out quickly and steadily and mark suddenly found that his hands were shaking.

"oh god..." he whispered to himself as he knelt beside park, "oh god oh god.. what do i do?!"

he looked back to jaebeom and jackson, who still had the gun to his forehead and shivered. but only for a split second, for some reason he felt like park was his main priority.

"park?" he muttered as he frantically shook park's shoulders, "park, wake up!"

a glimmer of life flashed through park as mark continued tugging on his shoulders, now in a desperate state of panic.

"shit. park, get up! you're okay, c'mon get up, you can do it. oh god, park wake-"

he was met by a warm hand covering his mouth and a weak whisper of, "shut up or he'll hear you."

mark reeled back, surprised by park's sudden move.

"park?" he asked, muffled by the hand still on his mouth. he pushed it away and lowered his voice, "what happened?"

"shut up!" park said, angrier than before but still remaining deadly quiet, "get up. slowly. and then take me to my apartment. i can't move."

"but jackso-"

"we can't help. if jaebeom's got him, it's up to fate."

"okay but bamb-"

"mark i'm bleeding out," park seethed, "take me to my apartment."

mark jumped at park's sudden anger, "dude, i wanna help you, but jackson's gonna get shot. someone is literally holding a gun to his face."

before park could reply, (mark at once being able to tell he was pissed from the way his brows furrowed) blood began to rise up the back of his throat. he began to cough, the loud sound filling the night as he pushed the blood out and onto the concrete.

he gripped his stomach in agony and mark stumbled backwards from where he had been balancing in a crouched position on the balls of his feet. mark hit the ground with a thud as park continued coughing up thin strings of blood.

the next thing mark knew, or rather heard, was that jackson was still okay for the man had started screaming. he wasn't dead, and although mark couldn't see, he had pulled away from jaebeom and managed to kick the gun off into the night.

"was that jinyoung coughing? WHERE IS HE?" jackson screamed and park coughed harder.

"WHERE'S JINYOUNG, WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO HIM?"

mark heard jaebeom laugh as park began to whimper, "he's gone jackson," jaebeom said, his voice thick with malice, "i've finally got rid of him. he won't last long,"

a brief scuffle occured. it sounded to mark as though jackson had tried to run in the direction of jinyoung's loud coughing but jaebeom had somehow restrained him. jackson called out in anger, his scream flooding into mark's ears.

he screamed for a long time before starting to sob, "why.. why would you do this?"

mark saw that park too, was starting to cry, obviously he had been listening to the conversation over the noise of his retches.

"jackson.." the bleeding boy whispered, "...what have you done..."

tears filled mark's eyes though he wasn't sure why. perhaps it was the way park spoke the words gently, something he hadn't imagined he would ever hear. the seemingly 'emotionless' man in front of him, was sobbing into the blood soaked concrete. he placed a hand on park's back, about to say something when the conversation between jackson and jaebeom continued.

jaebeom, a smirk evident in his voice, said, "why did i do this? one simple reason jacks... it's fun,"

"FUN?" jackson roared, "HURTING US? HURTING YOUR FRIENDS? THAT'S FUN?"

"what can i say?" jaebeom replied, "call me a psychopath if you want,"

"fuck you. fuck you right to hell im jaebeom,"

"fuck you too jackson. for messing with my plans. this whole thing could've been clean and easy. i could've disposed of park and been on my way, but now i have to dispose of you too,"

another scream from jackson echoed around the courtyard.

mark sat on the floor by park, listening to everything. by now, park's eyes had glazed over and mark was panicking. why hadn't he taken park away when the man had asked?

jaebeom and jackson had gone quiet and he shivered at the thought. what was going on now the conversation had died? still, it was the perfect opportunity to sneak park away.

so he wrapped his skinny arms around park's shaking body and started to lift him, arms at once struggling with the weight.

he heaved himself into a standing position, park's body flung over his shoulder and started to walk through the dark. the first steps were shaky as he adjusted himself with park's additional body weight. his eyes never once left the place where jackson and jaebeom had stood, paranoia filling him, and he slowly began to walk home.

it was going to be a long walk.

with absolutely no idea where he was going, mark was surprised to see that he managed to reach his apartment rather quickly.

before he could enter his apartment (and he.. so.. wanted to enter his apartment), a young woman ran up to him. she looked to be about his age, with straight dark hair and tightly pursed lips.

mark was surprised to see tears sliding down her face, "is that park?" she asked, as she stopped in front of mark, "i heard what happened outside in the courtyard- is he okay?"

"i don't know- but who are you?" mark replied, eyelids drooping as tiredness continued wearing him down.

"yongsun." she said, "my name is yongsun,"

"so yo- yon..." mark struggled with the pronunciation of the woman's name.

she chuckled slightly, though due to the situation the laugh was cold and empty, "you can just call me solar if you want... i'm an old friend of jinyoung's, i'm in his gang,"

"the.. reds right?"

"yeah." solar smiled tightly, "do you.. need a hand? what happened?"

"well... i don't really know," mark's face became flushed, "i just- just found him lying on the floor and then he.. fell asleep and bambam is probably dying somewhere and oh god, jaebeom has jackson and i just really have no idea what's going on and i'm freaking out. what is this place and why the fuck is all this happening to me- i didn't ask to get involved but suddenly here i am and none of this makes sense and everyone is creepy and i-"

"look. just take him inside," she interrupted, glancing at her phone which had lit up from a message, "i have to go, but here's an emergency first aid kit. park's survived worse than this, he'll be okay."

she waved after handing mark a small red pouch bag, "bye, try not to freak out- okay?"

he nodded and pushed open the door to his apartment, lying park down on the thin mattress.

"what do i do?" he whispered to himself, "how do i save this bastard?"

he rushed to the bathroom, grabbing the old towel that was hanging on the hook and dousing it in cold water. he made his way back to park and pressed the wet towel onto park's side, where it looked like he had been stabbed.

mark ran a hand through his hair as he pushed the towel down with the other, he couldn't help a few tears from dripping down his face.

"what am i doing..." he murmered, "jackson's out there in danger and i'm not helping him... this is so insanely fucked up,"

he paused for a moment, lifting away from park, "why am i doing this, i owe nothing to this dickhead. all he's done is fucking shout at me.... i should go get bambam... oh god, what if he's dead already?"

just as he was starting to stand up, he heard a voice from below him, "stay right where you are mark fucking tuan."

park was awake.