wingate gardens -got7 ✓

31- visitor from the past

unedited and very very late but enjoy regardless :)

deep, dark circles under his eyes. burning red. sore. the working life had not been kind to mark tuan. he felt his whole body ache and tremble every day when he dragged himself from the dirty mattress he called a bed. his fingernails were chipped and coated in a layer of dirt that wouldn't wash off with soap and he swore his face had gained new lines and markings that weren't there before.

the only thing he noticed was how stiff he was, how painfully tired. why did he have to take such a bothersome job? waking up at 4am was not doing wonders to his already damaged body and mind.

even seeing park wouldn't cheer him up as he stumbled out of his apartment before the sun had even started its journey across the sky, before even the blues could wake up to harass him and call him a filthy lying scumbag. he'd been called that so much, he would pretty much answer to the name.

in short, mark was fed up with working, especially as he was paid so little and forced into so much manual labour. apparently the estate agents also had a garden and apparently that garden needed a complete makeover, courtesy of mark. it was safe to say that if mark saw another weed he would scream.

but he suffered on, the only thing keeping him going being park's promise. they'll get a house. they will. and then, mark could finally be happy. perhaps he could even be happy with park, though that was merely a dream. sure, they had kissed, but he wasn't expecting much from a man still obsessed with a criminal.

both mark and park thought about jaebeom for longer than what felt healthy. even at work, mark would find himself preoccupied with a sort of jealousy that ebbed and flowed through him, almost as constant as his breaths.

why couldn't park think of him the way he thought of jaebeom? why was jaebeom all he seemed to care about?

it made work even worse.

sure, wheein was nice, if a little controlling and sure, the jobs he had to do weren't so bad. but the workload had taken a toll on his body, which hadn't been nourished or exercised in probably way too long.

he was hazy a lot of the time.

on one particular tuesday, he could barely feel his own limbs he was so painfully tired.

wheein had smiled a tight, pitiful sort of smile and handed him a small energy bar, "take this." she said, "if you need me to buy you food just ask, kay? you look half dead."

he nodded slowly and savoured the bar for the rest of the day, only taking bites when he felt the world start to spin and saw small black dots in his vision.

and for the majority of the day, he sat with his head leaning on the counter, staring at the cash register and watching the time fly by. or crawl by. or practically remain at a stand still.

either way, they hadn't received any customers the whole day and wheein looked concerned. it was very rare that they didn't have at least one person come in, grimace at the state of the dirty office and walk back out. their boss wouldn't be happy.

wheein moved to sit next to him, "no customers." she said with a frown.

mark nodded, "yep. nothing."

"well what do we do?"

"like i know. how long have you said you've been working here?"

"6 years... i guess i should figure it out."

she didn't look like she was making any effort to figure anything out, sat next to mark with a dazed expression of worry. last time they had had no customers, they had been shouted at for much too long.