The Game( a Mark Tuan fanfic)

Mixed Signals

On Monday, we are sitting in Biology, and both Mark and I are talking when this girl walked up to us and asked really loud,"Hey Mark and So Min, are you two dating?" I say nothing, but Mark says,"No, we're not. We are only friends, now please remove yourself from my sight. Thank you." She huffed, and walked off with an attitude. He said only friends. Nothing more. Like he doesn't want to be more than friends. Maybe he likes someone else. Maybe he is slowly starting to brush me off. Maybe he is getting sick and tired of me. Maybe he doesn't want me anymore. Maybe I'm nothing to him. If that were true, I would be heartbroken.

After school, we are in the gym and I am able to successfully do The Backflip Turnover!!! Whoo!!! Anyway, he showed me how to do his slow cartwheel from Girls Girls Girls. I was scared at first, but then I found it wasn't that difficult to do!!

We finish, and are walking home. I am curious and still a little hurt about this morning, so I ask Mark. "Mark, I want to ask you a question." "Go ahead." "Why did you say that we were just friends in school?" He is silent, so I ask him. "Is it because you.....like.....someone else? Is it because I don't meet certain standards?" "No, why would you ask such a stupid question? No, I don't like someone else, I like you. The reason why I said we were friends this morning is because I wouldn't want you to get hurt if they found out. And also because she may know a certain tabloid, and the tabloid could start rumors about you and me. That could hurt you and me. Now just so we are clear on this, in school we have to be good friends. Outside of school, we have to be a couple. I don't want you to think that I am drifting away from you if we don't really talk in school. We can't make it look like we are flirting. Okay?" "Okay, I understand. This morning I was upset and kind of hurt because I thought you didn't like me anymore. But now I know you still like me!!!" He smiles and holds my hand as we get to my dorm.

I say goodbye, and go inside. After dropping my stuff off in the living room, using the restroom, eating, and getting a water bottle, I start playing my Got7 cd. Then I drift off to sleep. I am woken up by something clattering in my kitchen. I walk in, and suddenly I am blindfolded, gagged, and it's cold as I am getting carried out of my dorm.

When my blindfold is taken off, my eyes are super hazy, and suddenly I am slapped really hard. I am also ungagged, and slapped once again. It hurt a lot, so I cry. The girl snaps me out of my dizziness, and asks me in Korean,"So I will ask you again, are you and Mark dating??" I shake my head because in a way, I don't feel like we are. Then she punches me, and screams out. It hurts really bad, and I cry again. Then I ask her,"What's your name?" Kwon. Jung Yil Kwon. Why?" "Jung Yil unnie." She slaps the hell out of me and says,"Don't you EVER CALL ME UNNIE!!!" I cry again, then ask her," Do you want Mark? Do you want me to give you Mark?" "What? You would do that?" "Yeah, and I will start by giving you his number. But first, you must let me call him, so then I can tell him it's over between us. Okay?" She is smiling now, and says,"Okay!! Yeah I will let you call him!! Hey untie her so she can call my soon-to-be celebrity boyfriend!!!!" Two fragile-looking girls come and untie my arms and legs. I stand up, and she gives me the phone. I walk over to one of the staircases in the abandon warehouse. I know what this used to be. It used to be a car shop. My great great great uncle ran it, but they have been out of business for years. I call his number, and he picks up. I speak in English, so they don't understand me.

(Hello?)

Hey, um I got kidnapped by Jung Yil, and she brought me to the run-down warehouse by school. I need you and the rest of Got7 to come rescue me please. I have been slapped and punched multiple times. The only way I am talking to you is, I told Jung Yil in korean that I would give you to her, and give her your number. But as soon as I end this call, I am going to set a fake number in her phone, so she doesn't know. Can you come?