until dawn 🌄 got7 au

violence

03:05

"Mark.." A familiar male voice whispered.

"Mark, wake up!" Jaebeom whispered again.

Successfully waking him, Mark looked over at him. Jaebeom was behind a wall grate.

"Jaebeom! Is that you?" Mark asks.

He shushed him quickly and gestures him over, "Get over here!"

Mark was still tied to a chair and in a towel, but luckily this chair had wheels.

Once he was over there, Jaebeom held the lighter up to the bonds.

"Ow, ow, ow, ow!" Mark hisses.

The binds break off, and Mark rubs his wrists immediately.

He grabs the lighter from him and uses it for the binds on his feet.

"Thank God you found me," Mark bends down, at eye level with him.

"It's okay, you're okay.." He whispered.

Mark shook his head in confusion, "I don't understand.. how did you get here? How did you find me?"

"There's a fucking maniac up here on the mountain!"

"Yeah, I've noticed."

Jaebeom sighs, "He lives in this like, web of tunnels. I was down here trying to get out and then I found this grate and saw you."

Mark felt himself getting weak, "Listen, this guy you're talking about, he attacked me. He showed me these videos, too, and one of them showed Hendery being killed.. just ripped apart by this huge fucking saw blade.."

If those words came out of anyone but Mark, Jaebeom wouldn't believe it. He knew the type of person Mark was, and he knows he wouldn't joke about something like that.

"What the fuck is going on around here.."

After he let that information sink in, of one of his friends no longer with them, he tried to get straight to business.

"There's a door here, it won't open. Can you unlock it from your side?" Jaebeom asks.

Mark gets up, already quickening his pace.

Shit had to get done fast if they wanted everyone else to survive.

Mark's book bag and flashlight were next to the door, he grabs both and tries to help Jaebeom out.

He finds a door with a wooden ledge on it, blocking the door from opening. Raising it up, he sets it down quietly and heads in.

The two greet each other with a nod and a Mark heads to the back of the room.

He opened his bag up, hoping to find all his belongings and a set of pajamas inside.

Of course, that didn't happen.

Mark groaned, "They're women's clothes.."

"At least it's something." Jaebeom turns his back to him.

Mark chuckled, "That's ironic coming from you."

He slipped on the tight clothing, a pair of capris and a sweatshirt.

"Alright, let's get this show on the road." Mark says, sliding his backpack onto his shoulder.

As the two are about to step out, they hear yelling from the other room.

"I can't decide! I cant!"

Mark halts his steps, "What was that?"

"Is that crying?"

The two head to a closed door, and slam it open.