him

Mark's POV

I smell like him.

I love the smell of him.

Jackson has the best smell.

It's so manly.

And comforting.

I took a shower in his bathroom.

I washed myself with his soap.

I washed my hair with his shampoo.

He dried my hair.

He let me wear his clothes to sleep.

He gave me food to eat.

He gave me laughs.

I gave him laughs.

I helped him with the dishes.

I helped him clean the kitchen.

He taught me how to sweep.

His hand was on mine.

I felt his breath on my neck.

It was wonderful.

But his lesson was short.

He showed me the tv.

I learned that a tv is a screen to watch pictures move.

He gave me a toothbrush and his toothpaste.

I used the toothbrush and his toothpaste.

He gave me a hug.

My face buried in his neck.

His strong arms around me.

He told me "I'm here Mark. You don't have to be alone anymore. I'm here and I will always be there for you."

I cried.

Maybe the doctors told him to say those words.

But

I don't care.

He said it and that's the only thing that's important.

I cried into his shoulder.

He rubbed my back.

I felt all his heat around me.

He wiped my tears.

I put my head back on his shoulder.

We sit there.

In each other's arms.

I could hear his heartbeat.

It's so peaceful.

I dozed off on his shoulder.

I heard him chuckle.

Then I felt strong arms on my back and under my legs.

He picked me up.

He walked with me in his arms.

I felt something soft under me.

I opened my eyes.

He was right by my face.

He smiled.

He said:

"Good night Mark. Sweet dreams."

He brushed his hand through my hair.

He smiled again.

I smiled back.

He pulls the covers over my body.

He turns the light off.

I watched his back go to the door.

He turned and smiled.

I watched him close the door.

I stared into the darkness.

Sweet dreams

I haven't had sweet dreams in a while.

But last night I did.

I woke up to a smell.

Breakfast.

I got out of his bed.

I wonder where he slept.

I see him downstairs in the kitchen.

With his mom.

They're both cooking.

They both give me food.

He gives me his clothes.

We go to school together.

I'm wearing his clothes.

In school.

I've never been so happy.

His clothes isn't why I'm so happy.

He kept his promise.

He's never left me.

That bitch Yoongi confronted him.

Yoongi asked him why he's hanging with me.

"He's my friend."

He said that.

Jackson said that.

Everyone looked at him in shock.

He didn't care.

He took my hand.

We walked down the hallway.

"See Mark? I told you I'm not gonna leave you."

I gave him the most sincere smile.

He told me I was adorable.

My face burned.

Why did it burn?

My face only burned when she or the bastard hit me.

No.

I don't want to think about them.

I'm with Jackson.

Jackson can protect me.

He will protect me.

He introduced me to his friends.

They were nice.

I don't remember their names.

All I can remember is Jackson's arm around my shoulder.

That was lunch.

I'm in the library now.

Silence.

Beautiful.

Unlike these books.

The books are all beaten up.

Does Jackson like books?

I know a good book for him.

"Hey Tuan."

It's one of their voices.

A shadow appears over the books.

I feel heat behind me.

"Tuan. I know you heard me."

I shake me head.

"Aw. Don't lie."

I'm going to walk away.

Ignore all of these bitches.

Someone grabs my shoulder.

I meet Taehyung's eyes.

My shoulder hurts.

"You heard me didn't you?" Taehyung shoves me into the bookshelf.

Bitch.

"Mark. Mark. Mark." Yoongi has that grin on his face.

Such a bitch.

"I'm leaving." I try to get away from the three bastards but Taehyung shoves me back into the bookshelf.

My shoulder really hurts.

"Say Mark." Yoongi grabs my chin. "Did you hear Jackson earlier? He said you guys are friends!" He laughs.

So does Taehyung.

And Jungkook.

"Now I don't know what kind of drugs Jackson takes but they must be hella strong. For him to say he's friends with you is straight up revolting."

I hate this bitch.

"Jackson is a good friend of mine. My friends don't need to associate with you. Your an insane fuck that needs to be in a fucking mental ward. Anyone in this world doesn't need to associate with you." Yoongi won't shut up.

He really should shut up.

"Hey Mark. Snap out of it. Don't you see I'm talking to you."

I ignore him.

He should really go away.

My cheek burns.

He slapped me.

Such a bitch.

"Leave me alone!" I'm really tired of them.

I'm not going back to the hospital.

I want to stay with Jackson.

"Aw is Markie getting mad?" Jungkook laughs.

My grip around the book tightens.

"Look "Markie", why don't you leave Jackson alone and go be a psycho with someone else."

"Like Jimin?"

Yoongi eyes start to turn red.

I smirk.

"We used to have lunch together at Platnium. He's really nice. I don't understand what he saw in you."

Yoongi grabs my shirt and slams my body against the bookshelf.

My back.

My shoulder.

They hurt.

No.

He's stretching out Jackson's sweater.

He needs it back in the best condition.

I push Yoongi off of me.

I look the bitch right in his eyes.

"Is this why Jimin is at Platnium? Because you're so abusive?" Yoongi gets angrier and angrier.

"Him being at Platnium has nothing to do with me." He talked through gritted teeth.

"Are you sure? He's suffering from trauma and depression. He was perfectly fine before he met yo-"

My nose crunches.

My head slams against the bookshelf.

I fall.

The books fall on top of me.

Every single one of them hitting my shoulder.

My shoulder hurts so damn bad.

So does my nose.

My ankle doesn't feel too good either.

Yoongi punched me.

Now he's laughing.

So are his two minions.

Why do people always hit me when I tell them the truth?

If they can't handle the truth then why break the truth?

"Stay away from Jackson, Tuan." I hear footsteps going away.

I sit up.

All the books on top of me fall.

I should clean this up.

Once I stand something red drops onto my shoe.

Blood.

From my nose.

I rush to the bathroom.

I grab a tissue.

Tissue.

Tissue.

Tissue.

The bleeding won't stop.

My nose hurts real bad.

It's not broken.

I've felt a broken nose.

My head hurts.

It probably has a sore.

My ankle hurts.

I think I twisted it when I fell.

My shoulder is the worst.

I can't lift my right arm.

I can't stop the bleeding.

I look into the mirror.

I punch the mirror.

It shatters to pieces.

Why am I so ugly?

Why am I so worthless?

Why am I so weak?

"Why!"

I kick the toilet paper dispenser.

I cry and pull my hair.

I look down.

His jacket is ruined.

My tears and blood stain it.

Just like everything in my life.

I'm always crying.

I'm always hurt.

I run out of the bathroom.

Nose covered with tissue.

The blood goes right through the tissue.

I don't care.

I run down the halls.

I just want to leave.

Never come back.

I should kill myself.

No one would miss me.

Then I saw him.

He saw me.

He starts to walk towards me.

Once he sees my true attire his beautiful smile drops.

I can't.

I'm sorry.

He can't help right now.

I want to be alone right now.

I turn.

"Mark!"

I run.

I'm sorry Jackson.

I broke my promise.

 

I was emotional writing this :'( Poor Mark. What all has happened to Mark? What will Jackson do if he found out Yoongi, TaeTae, and kookie did this to Mark? What promise did Mark break?

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