Letter 2 U

Part 43 - The Week

He had to think fast. It didn't matter who he was going to hurt in the process. He had to secure the future of his friends and bandmates. Kwon was unlike Tae-U in more than one aspect. First he wasn't crazy, and second, he had no sympathy for the American's feelings. Since the actor undoubtedly hated him, he would not miss the chance of exposing him and his dongsaengs. Those so-called porn videos would ruin them and the oldest hyung of Got7 could not let that happen. It was going to be an excruciating week, yet, Mark's endurance for pain had improved throughout those years and he would make his amazing marriage go away, even if it killed him inside. He knew it had to happen, and his husband should be the one who had to ask for that divorce, whatever the cost. Mark had already found a way to immediately destroy everything he'd ever dreamed for Jinyoung and himself. He knew there was a key element which had to be included in his divorce mission.

A certain Hongkonger would play an important role in his plan. He would have to go back to Jackson first. He would have to convince the rapper that he loved him and that he was ready to leave Jinyoung to be with him. Mark was aware of how his husband always suspected that it could happen someday. Mark would only confirm his worst fear and dig his own grave in the process. Becoming Jackson's boyfriend again was going to be a challenge. He knew that such attitude could compromise his mental health all over again. Yet, he would try his best to keep his sanity, never forget to take his meds and increase his hours of meditation. Mark promised himself that he would religiously follow a healthy routine as much as he could, but he still wondered if he would inevitably go back to that old vicious cycle. He still remembered very well his toxic relationship with the rapper, and it would tear him apart if he lost the right to be the author of his destiny one more time. He wasn't sure if Jackson had given up his controlling and jealous ways, but he hoped the rapper wouldn't give him a hard time again. He remembered how caring, kind and understanding his ex used to be in the early years of their relationship and if they could go back to those days, Mark believed that his mission wouldn't be so difficult to accomplish. It was saddening to say goodbye to his beloved husband, the man who had indeed showed him what it meant to be truly loved, but he had no time to lament that loss now. Kwon would never let Jinyoung go back to him once the actor got to break them up. The singer would never forgive another betrayal either. All Mark had to do now was to accept that doleful reality. After all, deep down, he knew that happiness never meant to stay by his side. Somehow, he felt relieved to part ways with it. Whenever he felt too happy, he feared that he couldn't keep up with that bliss, he felt incapable to own that sensation for too long. He considered that having the Korean by his side, in sickness and health, to love and cherish for a while, was really a miracle. Being married to Jinyoung for more than a year was a wondrous dream he willingly had to wake up from. It was a strange feeling to finally revist that imminent emptiness he had learnt to befriend since he was a kid. That one was always lurking in the darkness, hiding in the shadows, promising him to be his eternal loyal company. He could manage and embrace that torture. For his husband and his friends he would bear that cross and live to withstand it.

It was already midnight when he looked at his watch. He had his beloved sleeping soundly by his side but he couldn't rest his mind, he couldn't quiet the tempest in his soul or lessen the thunder in his heart. It was officially the first day of a disastrous week he had ahead of him. Mark got up from the bed, looked one more time at the sleeping angel in his bed and decided to at least, say goodbye to the man with whom he shared the best days of his life. He quickly took off his clothes, crawled under the covers again totally naked and laid beside his husband. He brushed his hair out of his closed eyes and kissed his cheek, his jawline and nuzzled his neck.

"Jinyoungie, wake up." The American whispered sensually in his ear, as he unbuttoned the top of his pajamas and slowly ran his hand across his firm chest. The younger stirred a bit, and lazily opened his eyes to stare at his stunning spouse.