↳ 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐊 ; 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤

𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 | y.m.

ship: mark x yuta
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requested by @shuhuasclown  !, genre: smut, small amount of violence also, so some angst? idk, not rlly though
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top(y) btm(m)

"i know jaehyun, i'll have to buy you milk. almond milk? i already know! okay, i get it. see you soon, i can't, bye!" mark hurriedly throws his phone into the empty passenger seat besides him, foot pushing the pedal to make the car run faster.

currently, mark was speeding in his police car into the address of a panicked caller.

"2345? here we go." mark utters, breath so cold he spat a cloud like figure out. "shit. i gotta hurry." he thinks to himself.

"yangyang?? sir? are you here??" the canadian boy yells at the top of his lungs.

"o-officer! over here!" mark runs over to the abandoned house, running in what seemed to be the voice's direction. finally, mark finds a figure hunched over on the floor, with bright brown hair.

"you're hurt? did you hurt yourself ?" the boy only nods in return, eyes watery. mark's eyes remain sharp, grabbing bandages because the boy wouldn't give the address unless the officer promised not to bring an ambulance.

the moment mark asks the young boy to show him his wound, the boy looks up at him with a wide smile.

mark cocks his head to the side in confusion, the look of panic and pain no longer present in the younger male's face.

"what's up ?" mark asks. "i don't know mark, what is up?" the officer takes a small moment to confusedly look at the male, wondering when he'd given the patient his name.

still, mark wasn't given much time until he felt a hard material hit the back of his head.

mark's vision began to blur as his eyelids fell, last thing his eyes had seen was the younger moving his arm from his stomach with a wide grin.

so the boy wasn't hurt after all.

"rise and shine officer." a voice rang through mark's head. despite the headache he carried, and the banging confusion in his surroundings, mark managed to open his eyes.

first thing he saw; the boy from earlier. yangyang. he was wiggling around, with no bandages. oh wait, that's right. he was never hurt in the first place.

he faked it. "why..?" mark asks aloud, and yangyang responds by pointing a finger elsewhere. mark's gaze follows the finger's direction, leading to a tall man with gel-slicked dark hair.

this man was too familiar for mark's liking- until the dots connected.

mark's body instantly plunged forward, trying to tackle the smiling man whom yangyang had pointed at.

as much as mark would've liked to tackle the man, he couldn't— only now realizing that he'd been tied to the chair he was sitting on.

"what's wrong babe.." the man asks with a wicked smile. "bastard! you're nakamoto yuta, correct ?" the said man laughs, and then nods.

"famous yuta, that's right." the man replies. "what does a gang leader like you want with me ? why am i tied up ?" before finishing, mark turns his head in yy's direction, and yells, "run! don't just stand there !" then, yangyang laughs.

"mr, you've got it all wrong." yangyang says, before bowing in yuta's direction and walking away. yuta's eyes follow the boy, and then he speaks once more.

"the boy works for me. bait to lead in the prey." the man says in a sing song voice, walking circles around mark.

never in mark's multiple years of experience of being a police officer had he been lured into a trap, much less by the most wanted mafia leader.