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Apocalypse:Sanctuary - Chapter 13

Finally! The next chapter is here! Thank you all so, so, so much for being patient. I'm working up to five hours a day, five days a week on top of college so balancing that has been a wild ride. Now— to the story!!

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Cordelia looked down the dining room table at her girls. She loved all her students equally, but the original three held a special place in her heart. The feeling was much like a mother would feel towards her firstborn child.

Opulence covered the table, rich food on plates or in bowls that glittered from the light of the chandelier above them. Fresh flowers that never wilted were placed equally apart, tall enough to be seen and admired but not so tall as to block one's vision of the person across from them. Not a stain marked the white table. One of the perks of being magic was the ability to don white without damaging the fabric in the first few moments of wearing it.

Joining them were their two new arrivals. Coco had slowly but surely relaxed, accepting her new reality. Emily on the other hand… was resisting. Situated between Coco and Mallory, she looked between those talking, but never joined in the conversation herself.

“Coco!” Mallory exclaimed, leaning forward to see past Emily. Something was held in her hand which she tossed at the young socialite. “Try this one!”

Emily looked between the pair, leaning back as a small cake was tossed in front of her. Mallory laughed at the face the brunette made, placing a gentle hand on her arm as she apologized. The other girl’s smile of reassurance was strained.

Their attention turned to Coco, a small gurgling sound leaving her as her eyes rolled into the back of her head. Most of the girls paid no mind, engulfed in their own conversations and far too used to magic to be pulled from them.

Cordelia watched the exchange with a smile, chuckling to herself as Coco waved her hand over the pastry. Emily looked upon the scene with the same wide eyes the woman had seen in the greenhouse.

Suddenly the gurgling stopped and with a blink of her eyes, the blonde seemed perfectly normal. “Yep. This has gluten.”

“That was really cool, Coco!” Mallory said, her constant smile growing a little wider as she beamed at her new friend.

“If you consider looking like you’re having a seizure is cool,” Coco said, chuckling awkwardly as she looked to Emily, “Trust me, I know how I look.”

“…it isn’t that bad,” the girl tried to offer, more out of polite behavior than actual truth.

Coco only laughed, “You’re a horrible liar.”

As the chatter roared like waves crashing onto a sandy shore, Cordelia leaned towards her red-haired mentor. She was sure to keep her voice low, just in case the revelry was not enough to mask her words.

“Do you recall any witch-hunting in the late eighteenth or early nineteenth century?”

Myrtle sipped on her cocktail, a look of surprise quickly vanishing as thin brows furrowed. “There are still witch hunters, my dear. They’re a cockroach you cannot kill. You’ll have to be more specific.”

“Are there any that stand out? That were different in some way?”

“I don’t know,” the woman sighed, humming as she thought. She waved the stick of olives in her drink as she thought, biting one off when she finally came to an answer. “There was a case of a particularly powerful witch — showing enormous talent with the gift of pyromancy. A boarding school under the care of the emerging Delphi organization brought her to a creek in the middle of the woods.”

Myrle scoffed in disdain, “using the poor dear as an initiation ritual! Simply barbaric.”

“What happened to her?”

“She burned those who sought to burn her! Pushed the fire to consume them before collapsing in on itself. Wasn’t powerful enough to free herself, little as she was. Hung there for days before being saved. Then she made her way to our academy and the rest is history!”

Taking another sip from her drink, she turned to Cordelia with a raised brow. “Why do you ask, Delia?”

The Supreme’s eyes glanced over the table before she dared utter a word.

“I felt her magic,” Cordelia explained after a long moment of pause as she considered her words, “her magic is… restrained… like a tiger in a cage.”

Myrle let out a short laugh, “aren’t we all.”

“She knew that story, Myrtle,” Cordelia pressed, “she dreamed it as if she were the woman herself.”

“Seers are rare, even for our time. Two in one era would be quite the feat. A Hollywood hoax would be more reasonable than—”

“No, I tested her, Myrtle,” Cordelia said, eyes focusing on their new sister. Emily was more relaxed now, grinning and laughing as Coco told a wild tale. “She’s the real deal.”

***

First days were always stressful. Emily was beyond tired, hardly able to get some sleep the night before. In new places, it was normal to not sleep well. The body would put itself on alert just enough to react to any new threats. Emily could deal with that. It was the nightmares she could do without.

Dolls had been the bane of her childhood, creepy little creatures that didn’t blink. The brunette used to have nightmares of them as a child, but this was the first time she had one as an adult.

It was a strange dream. Quite short, as well. She was in an attic filled with dolls, tea sets, and small dresses. There was a shelf filled with the porcelain creatures. Walking towards it, she had filled with dread. Then, one of them screamed.

It was enough to make her skin crawl.

Tugging at her skirt, Emily looked around the table. There wasn’t a familiar face among the girls, no one that she had dined with the night before. The dining room was free of food, but the white roses from the night before still stood proudly in their vases.

She felt underdressed — donning a self-made crop top with a touristy “Chicago” across the front she had gotten at Ross for five dollars and a high waisted black skirt that she had found in the depths of her boxes. Where she was from, most kids rolled out of bed in their PJs and went to class.

The girls chattered amongst themselves, clad in Chanel, Ralph Lauren, and Tommy Hilfiger. She couldn’t tell one from the other, even with brand symbols proudly flaunted. Emily was just glad she liked black. The color hid the sweat from the Louisiana humidity.

God, what was she doing here?

No one bothered to speak to her, too busy talking to one another. So, she fidgeted with her bracelet and waited for the class to start, listening in on the conversations around her.

“I practiced in my room for ages and still couldn’t do it!”

“I don’t think it’s actually possible to change the color of a rose… at least, not completely. Living things are far too stubborn.”

“You’ve always preferred working with the dead.”

“It’s where my talent lies.”

“If Mallory can do it—”

“Mallory is a show-off. She was practically gloating when Miss Cordelia showed up.”

They were interrupted by someone entering the room. Emily had been so intently listening, eyes focused on the table before her, that she didn’t even note it till everyone went silent. When she looked up, Zoe was standing opposite to them with a calming smile on her lips.

“Alright girls,” she said, once again talking with her hands, “who would like to explain what we’ve been practicing?”

A girl to Emily’s left answered eagerly, “Changing the color of a rose!”

“Teacher’s pet,” the girl next to her whispered.

“Shut up!” the girl hissed.

Zoe was unaware of their banter, choosing instead to walk down the table until she settled before one of the vases. “It might seem easy to alter the color of a flower, but the rose is unique. It resists change.

“One thing’s certain. Nothing is immutable when the will of a strong woman is applied.”

She looked to her students and gestured to them. Emily turned to watch their reaction, hands reaching out to grab a rose from the vases before them. Timidly, she mirrored their actions — watching how they held it, how they looked at it, how their expressions changed.

Their teacher herself plucked one from the arrangement, holding it out in front of her like a mirror. Zoe’s fingers tightened around the stem as she felt her magic rush through her. With furrowed brows, she focused on what she wanted. Slowly, red oozed onto the petals, a crimson stain that consumed them.

“Now…” Zoe said, looking to Emily with a grin, “show me how strong you are.”

Emily didn’t do anything for a long moment, choosing instead to observe. It was strange to see people look at an object with such intensity, their jaw flexed and eyes nearly bugging out of their sockets.

Some students were able to conjure a color at the base of the petals, their eyes flickering with hope before the color faded. Others were only able to change a single petal or even the stem of the plant. One girl managed to wilt their flower into a blackened husk.

“Not again!” The girl cried, earning a little bit of laughter from her peers. “Why does this always happen?”

“You’re focusing too much on the part of you that can conjure fire,” Zoe noted, coming around the table with her rose and leaning over the girl. “Instead you focus on the…”

Emily turned back to her rose, staring down at it before lifting it up. She kept her hold on it loose as if she were a model for an 18th-century portrait.

She recalled her lessons in middle school, the water cycle and how it interacts with plant life. They had studied the way flowers take up water from their roots — how they consumed nutrients with no mouth.

There was a video she had found where someone put blue food dye into the water. After a few days, its color of the petals came to match it.

The brunette pictured that, a puddle of blue at the stem that slowly crawled upwards towards the rose. Energy crackled through the air, felt by everyone but herself.

“I got it!” The girl with the charred flower exclaimed, the flower blooming into a bright yellow color. Zoe smiled at her.

“See, you just had to—”

Another girl leaped up in her seat, “I got it, too!”

Loud conversation roared as success filled the room.

“Wow, the color is staying, too!”

“The planets must be in alignment or something.”

“I got it!”

Zoe looked upon her students with content. It was a wonderful feeling, seeing these girls succeed. She understood why Cordelia stayed with the school even when it was almost empty. There was no feeling that completed her quite as much as teaching.

Her eyes came to settle on her newest charge. Emily stared intently at a rose on the table, her hands on either side. Zoe moved to reassure her when she noticed her pallor, pink drained from her skin.

“Emily…” She said, going to rest a hand on the back of the girl’s chair. It screeched as it was flown back, a flurry of black rushing by Zoe and nearly toppling it over before they disappeared down the hall.

“Looks like someone’s first day jitters got the best of them,” one girl noted, earning a few chuckles, “Her magical gift must be indigestion.”

“Oh, like you didn’t throw up the first time you sucked the life out of a fly.”

“Shut up!!”

Zoe paid no mind to their words, already chasing after the girl. Emily pushed past a few students, almost running into a confused Cordelia who stood in the center of the hall.

Pursing her lips, Zoe hung on the frame of the dining room’s doorway. Cordelia caught her eye and looked to her with a raised brow.

“Zoe! I can’t do it anymore!”

“…Keep practicing.” Zoe said, “I’ll be right back.”

The woman spared a glance at her students before her gaze returned to the hall. Pushing herself away from the room, she started to make her way to her Supreme.

“What’s going on?” the blonde woman asked.

Zoe shook her head, “I don’t know, but I have a hunch.”

The sound of retching filled the hall, the two women glancing at one other before hurrying towards the nearest powder room. Once again, the sound came and Zoe spared a worry glance to Cordelia before gently knocking on the door.

“Emily? Emily, we’re coming in.”

Inside the room, their new student was hunched over the toilet. Panting, her back arched as she was sick once more. Vomit burned her throat and stung her nose. She hadn’t been publicly ill since she was a child. It wasn’t a situation she was particularly happy about reliving.

Cordelia knelt down at her side. Her hands went to the girl’s back, gently soothing her before moving back her hair with her other hand. Her words were hushed and comforting. “It’s alright. It’s alright.”

“Sorry,” Emily apologized once she was able to catch her breath. She rested her head on the back her hands, for once glad they were permanently frigid.

Cordelia smiled at her, pulling her hair back into a ponytail before resting her hand on the girl’s shoulder. “We all get a nervous stomach sometimes.”

“I have anxiety… this wasn’t that. It—”

Another wave of nausea rolled over her and her throat burned. Cordelia felt energy crackle in the air, but it felt weaker than before. She looked up to Zoe who simply nodded, indicating she felt the same thing.

Once the retching passed, the girl finally turned to face the woman beside her. Zoe’s hands flew to her mouth as she gasped, running into the hall.

“Queenie!”

Emily’s brow furrowed as she looked to her headmistress. Cordelia’s lips pressed into a thin line as she reached over to grab a piece of toilet paper. The brunette stiffened as she reached out to wipe something from her mouth, hand immediately going up to stop her.

Taking the toilet paper in her own hands, Emily swiped at her face. Crimson filled her hands when she pulled it back. Her eyes darted to Cordelia, wide and full of fear. The woman’s gentle touch to smooth down her hair wasn’t as comforting as the blonde thought it was.

“Oh, shit!” a voice exclaimed from the door, Queenie standing with Zoe in the doorway. ” What’s going on here?”

Cordelia’s touch on Emily’s arm was as light as a feather, gently easing her up to her feet. Brows furrowed, she watched as the girl wobbled. Her brown eyes flickered between Emily and Queenie.

“Please take Emily up to her room,” Cordelia said, “Zoe and I will go to the greenhouse and make a remedy.”

Queenie simply nodded, coming forward and allowing the girl to lean on her. One of her hands wound around Emily’s waist to keep her steady. “I got you, girl.”

Emily closed her eyes as the world spun, only able to offer Queenie a thankful nod. Slowly, but surely, they began to walk down the hall. Cordelia watched them go, step by step. She wracked her brain for a remedy.

“There’s something different about her,” Zoe finally spoke once the student in question was out of earshot. “I—”

“Can feel her power?” Cordelia said, sparing her a glance. “So can I.”

“I think she was giving power to the other girls… not willingly. More like a generator.”

Cordelia’s gaze spoke volumes, skepticism written in her eyes.

“I’ve been teaching those girls since day one,” Zoe explained, “I know what they’re capable of. Girls who couldn’t even conjure a color last lesson had suddenly created a perfect spell.”

Her Supreme shook her head, lips pressed into a thin line.

“It doesn’t make sense. “Zoe said, “How could she be putting out magic without—”

“You said many of the girls who struggled with the spell found success.”

“Yes, but—”

“Perhaps they were able to tap into her magic because she was letting them— opening a door.”

“There’s no spell—”

They were interrupted by a shout from the second floor. Queenie’s voice shaking in their bones. “Cordelia!”

***

Emily stumbled a bit, the hand on her arm tightening around her wrist.

“Hang on there,” Queenie said, “You look like a rake, but I don’t think I’ll be able to carry you the rest of the way.”

“Sorry,” She sighed, the pair stopping for a moment until the dizziness went away.

“That’s like the fifth time you’ve apologized,” Queenie said, “I’m walking you back to your room, not bringing you back to life.”

“I hate being a burden.”

“I’ve spent the last few years in a hotel from hell playing cards with a gambling ghost. You’re a breath of fresh air.”

Emily let out a small, breathy laugh. A smile curled to her lips and Queenie couldn’t help but smile as well, shaking her head and chuckling.

Then, the girl in her arms dropped like a sack of potatoes.

“Oh, shit!” Queenie cursed, tightening her grip as she tried to ease the girl to the floor. “Cordelia!”

Queenie heard the Supreme bound up the stairs before she saw her. Cordelia was soon sprinting down the hall, her former student filling her in as she approached.

“She just dropped like a rag doll!”

Dropping to the girl’s side, Cordelia’s hand went to Emily’s throat. Her pulse was still strong, but magic was thick in the air. The spark she had felt before morphing into a raging inferno.

“Let’s get her to her room.”

“How? We can’t carry her.”

On cue, Zoe appeared with Kyle. Zoe’s eyes were frantic, darting between the other women and her boyfriend. Her hand clutched onto his arm, tugging him along.

As soon as she was settled in her sheets, the three witches began throwing up protection rituals. Whatever caused this damage was magical in nature. Their spells would stabilize Emily until they found out exactly what they were working with.

“What exactly can we do?” Queenie asked once the last incantation was uttered, “She has magic, but—”

“Remember the Seven Wonders?” Zoe asked, looking to Cordelia, “how you… got the sight back. Maybe something is keeping her from her own power.”

“Ok, but what?” Queenie said, “We can’t exactly go around mutilating—”

A whisper came from the bed. They all froze.

“…Spalding.”

Hairs stood up on the back of Cordelia’s neck, dread rippling through her body. Her hands moved on instinct, throwing up more protective wards.

“You stay away from my girls!” She growled; dread replaced by roaring rage.

“She… found… me,” Emily spoke in her sleep, words slurred ever slightly.

Zoe grabbed the hands of Queenie and Cordelia, pushing them into a circle over the girl. Queenie’s hand reached out for Cordelia’s. Their knuckles went white as they gripped onto each other for dear life. The muttered sounds of a banishing chant filling the room.

Their voices grew louder and louder with each repetition until they were shouting as loud as they could.

Spalding was resisting, his tie to the school making his power stronger. Zoe wondered if it were better to bring him back like they had the Axe Man. Kill him twice and kill him good.

A sigh trickled past Emily’s lips. Her peace was momentary, fear settling in as she lurched up with a gasp. Cordelia let out a relieved laugh, sitting on the bed and pulling her into a hug. Emily did not return the gesture, pulling away from the headmistress’s grasp.

“See you met the resident creep,” Queenie noted, crossing her arms over her chest as she glanced to Zoe and Cordelia. “Imma’ feel real exposed taking a shower tonight.”

Cordelia pulled away from Emily, placing a hand on her cheek. Her thumb brushed over her skin as if convincing herself the girl was still alive.

“Where were you?” she asked.

“… A room filled with dolls,” Emily said, the memory quickly fading. Her lips curled into a frown and her brows furrowed. “I hate dolls.”

The Supreme could only laugh, pulling away and looking up towards the other two witches.

“She needs rest, but I don’t think she should be alone.”

“I can stay with her,” Zoe offered, “Queenie, you mind teaching my class.”

“I’m not dealing with spoiled rich girls,” Queenie said, “I already have to deal with Madison.”

Zoe gave the girl a look.

“…Fine, but you owe me.”

***

After the incident, weeks passed with a semblance of normality. It was easy for Emily to fall into rhythm with her scheduled classes. At the moment, hers were more focused on the academic side of witchcraft than actual practice.

Latin, rituals, wards, and anything else than could be found in the worn pages of the ancient copies were her daily routine. More often than not, she taught herself in the corners of the academy. Emily had a habit of worming herself into the tiniest corners no one noticed. Allowing her to be immersed in the ancient texts.

Zoe had taken to sleeping in her room as a precaution. Emily could not recall the incident with Spalding, a dream that left her as soon as she awoke. They were quick to fill her in on the creep.

Wards were placed in her room, but she still felt unsettled at the thought of a dead man creeping around in her head. Especially a man so obsessed with dolls.

Either way, it was enough to convince her that she indeed was a witch, strange and unpredictable as her talent may be.

Still, she spent most of her hours away from other students. Mallory, Coco, and herself would speak during meals. Outside of that, she only interacted with those of the “inner sanctum” — the original trio of witches.

Emily sat in the greenhouse; books spread carefully around her as she wrote in her grimoire. She had always been content in her own company. Books, to her, were good if not better conversation partners than human beings.

“I thought you were going to join the other girls on a walk.”

When she wasn’t reading, she was tending to the plants — germinating seeds and tending to their individual needs. Cordelia had taught her how to assess PH. Since then, the brunette had been diligent in her role. The greenhouse had never been more alive.

Emily looked up from her books to the doorway, the light from outside surrounding Cordelia like a halo.

She sighed, making an excuse up on the fly. Her hands tugging at her short locks of hair.

“My leg hurts,” she said, looking back to her books, “and I didn’t want to risk getting my hair burned off again.”

Cordelia smiled and chuckled. The youngest fire-starters were always the ones that did the most damage. A curse of tantrums.

Most of her girls were older, but uncontrolled magic made desperate parents search for guidance. Robichaux giving them a sense of hope despite the pain of separation.

The Supreme wandered to the other side of the table. Trying to read upside down, she found that the girl was translating spells from Latin.

“You’re only going to get as much as you put in.” She reminded.

“What more can I do? I’ve read every book I could and memorized all the words and gone to lessons and nothing happens.”

“Just because you cannot change the color of a rose or raise them from the brink of death doesn’t mean you’re not as witch as the rest of us.”

Emily scoffed, focus returning to her books. “I talked to a creepy old man in my sleep and didn’t remember any of it. I’m a fucking… generator of magic, but not a practitioner.”

Cordelia sighed and took a seat across from her, gently closing the books so that the young woman would have to look at her.

“You are a catalyst,” the blonde said, reaching to put her hand over Emily’s, “that is a power in and of itself.”

By now, the Supreme was used to Emily enough to not take offense when her hands slipped away from her touch. She watched as the brunette clenched her fists before settling them in her lap. Her hazel eyes tore away from Cordelia’s gaze and settled on a random plant somewhere behind the woman.

“In my dreams, I have so much power,” she explained. Her gaze wandered down to her hands, broken and useless things. “I can conjure flames, summon weapons to my hands, raise flowers to life, fly, and I…”

She sighed, clenching her hands into fists once more. “… I wake up and I am powerless.”

Cordelia’s head cocked as she listened to her. Emily didn’t often speak of her dreams, a secret she wished to keep close to her chest. It made Cordelia wonder about the source of her power… the specific talent which sang louder than the rest. She’d have to speak to Myrtle, but for now—

“I didn’t come to lecture or admonish,” The Supreme reassured, “Every path taken in this school is unique and I know you are strong enough to make your own way through the thorns.”

“Then why are you here?”

Hearing her words, Emily grimaced. “…sorry, that sounded—”

Her headmistress could only smile and shake her head, “You’re honest and to the point. There’s no crime in that.”

Silence consumed them, Emily waiting for the woman to state her business.

“I have a… proposition for you,” Cordelia said.

“Which is?”

“How do you feel about California?”

***

Michael looked this way and that as he stepped out of the maze which was the Hawthorne School for Exceptional Young Men. Being recognized as alpha gave him a great deal more freedom than he had before, his professors more lenient towards his breaking of certain rules. The nature of his origins, however, was a secret he needed to keep close to his chest.

A smile pulled at his lips as he reached the cusp of the nearby hill. Mead was beaming at him, hands raised in the air as she jumped to get his attention. “Oh, my dear boy!”

Like a child, he rushed towards her, hands outstretched to hug her. No, he wouldn’t risk the warlocks knowing of the only woman who had ever mattered to him.

“Look at you!” Mead exclaimed, holding him at arm's length with a frown, “You’re skin and bones— you’re wasting away. Don’t these people feed you?”

Michael’s grip tightened around her arms, his voice anxious and insistent. “I’m fine. Just tell me you took care of the problem.”

“The problem is now a stack of overcooked country barbecue. They can bury him in a shoebox… if they can find him.”

Relief rolled off Michael in waves, shoulders finally losing a bit of tension which had plagued him for weeks. He was so close… so close to fulfilling his destiny.

“Good,” he sighed, nodding his head, “And what about—”

Mead smiled, “Already at the witch school. Are you sure your father—”

“The vision was clear,” Michael assured, straightening his robe. “These people are the only ones who can pose a threat to me. Once I become supreme, I can destroy them from within…”

He placed his hands on Mead’s shoulders, smiling. “… eliminate their whole fucking coven. Then the road will be clear for me to do what I was born to do.”

“So, stop worrying,” Mead said. The poor boy had dark circles under his eyes and was so tense he was practically buzzing. “Look how easy it was for you to win their trust, to get into their school. They may be wizards, but they’re not exactly wizzes. Everything is going beautifully.”

Michael sighed, pulling his eyes away from her and instead choosing to stare at the dirt at his feet. “I still have to pass the Seven Wonders.”

“You will own the Seven Wonders… and then all their covens and then the world.”

A smile flickered to Michael’s lips. He pulled the woman into a hug, allowing himself to relish this moment of peace.

“What would I do without you?”

“Well, that’s something you’re never gonna’ have to worry about.”

#michael langdon #michael langdon x oc #michael langdon x reader

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warmau · 5 years

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{Regular Inspired AU x NCT 127} Mark Lee

tw: weapons mention, violence mention, be warned. everything written here is a work of FICTION, and does not in anyway reflect reality an: please read the introduction to this au first so you understand :-)

“i said i was going to keep you safe. i couldnt even do that.”

“i choose mark.”

you pick confidently, assured that out of this whole bunch there’s only one other person who seems to be sane just like you

and if anything, you don’t assume mark is part of any of the super dangerous super illegal stuff

he’s practically a young kid like you, the only thing is that he seems like he’s got way more money than you

damn that big watch should have been a red flag

mark steps up, happy with your decision as he helps you off the table

“since we’re both interns, we can just help around the marketing department together.”

doyoung and jungwoo step closer and out of nowhere you feel doyoung lift a strand of your hair up for a moment

mark puts a hand out to push doyoung’s palm away, asking “doyoung, what are you doing?”

but doyoung just stares down at it and answers blankly

“are you jealous if i do this, mark?”

“jealous - what are you talking about!!?! it’s just making them uncomfortable you really shouldn’t just touch people!!”

johnny swishes his champagne glass as he strolls by and drops close to whisper in your ear

“don’t make our little mark fall in love with you, he’ll absolutely and utterly end up losing his mind!”

mark clenches his fist, chasing after johnny who gets out of the room laughing

jaehyun shrugs

“stick with mark from now on. and don’t you dare try to tell anyone about what’s going on here.”

taeyong walks by without a word, sicheng gives a little wave, and yuta points between you and mark with a devilish grin

it feels less like you’ve just wandered into an underground hub of crime,,,,and more like your first day in some high school club

when mark returns, he tells you that jaehyun has called a cab to get you home

“so,,,,,,do i just keep showing up to work like nothing is going on?”

mark presses the button for the elevator and gives you a sort of apologetic smile

“basically. hopefully these couple of months won’t be too crazy. the jung family has lots of enemies and people are always looking to start trouble but ill make sure to keep you out of it.”

you’re quiet, getting into the elevator with mark and taking the chance to study his profile

he looks just so,,,,,,,innocent

so naive, vulnerable, and young

you think that if he were to turn to you and start laughing, telling you this was all one big joke

you might believe him

but your eyes drop down the to expensive watch, to the memory of him and jungwoo talking outside about danger and guns

and it’s all real

you’re here with mark lee and he,,,,,,,,,,,,,he just might be deadly

mark walks you to the cab, opening the door and acknowledging the driver with a nod

he says he’ll see you in the morning and you agree

the entire drive home you clutch the side of your seat belt and think to yourself about the fact that the driver doesn’t even ask for your address. or your name. or mark’s name. he just pulls up in front of your building and raspily informs you

he’ll pick you up for work at eight

the next day back at jung enterprises, you’re sweating even more than your first

and not because you want to impress or not trip or hopefully become liked by the staff

it’s because you keep getting glimpses of everyone you met yesterday

they’re all acting normal, like they’re going about their business

but you know that there’s more

but only you know, the people at the desk a couple of feet don’t

mark seems to sense your nervousness - he keeps trying to kindly distract you with useless work

“can you help me copy these?” “doyoung asked if you could get him some lunch” “let’s re-file this, it’s out of order”

you know that all the tasks you’re being issued don’t actually have to be done

that when mark steps away to go to the bathroom or talk to a co-worker, he’s really making a call about the real “business” or discussing something shady in the corners of the office

but you have to sit there, stamping envelopes or waiting on the printer as if you are just the intern

as if you and mark are just ,,,, interns

about a week in, jungwoo finds you alone by the coffee machine and when you brush fingertips over the sugar

you feel his dark eyes hover on you for a moment too long

before he doesn’t say word and turns to walk away

every moment you feel like you’re being watched, being analyzed

it’s so much to bare - even though nothing happens

you’re not incapacitated, you’re not involved in any fights, you never even see whatever illegal business is going on

you never even see any money

and mark keeps doing his best to keep it just that way

which you really appreciate but also,,,,,you keep telling yourself to remember that this is kind of his job

his task if you will

and that you should look at his kindness as a part of his responsibility

and not like he actually cares for you

the thought hurts more than you think it would,,,,it was at first just a brush off like “oh i can be pretend nice too”

but if genuine mark is so giving and sweet

it’d be hard to resist you think

“let me take you to lunch!”

mark offers, almost a month in of your “pretend internship”

you shake your head

“it’s fine, i know babysitting me is already boring en-”

“hey, im not babysitting anyone. you’re keeping up the end of your deal to keep quiet and im just here to make sure you’re safe. plus, i want to take you to lunch because you’re fun to talk to, not because of anything else”

you look up, smiling a little

“you think im fun to talk to?”

mark scratches the back of his neck shyly but nods

“of course, you’d be surprised but ,,,,, normal conversations with you are a real breath of fresh air.”

you laugh, even though the thought of mark finding your normal conversations as intriguing is a little weird - but finally you agree

and mark takes you to this little restaurant a couple of blocks from the jung building

in which you two just talk,,,,,,about normal things,,,,,,about your ambitious and your future plans

and it feels like,,,you two are just people - like everyone else

and the whole situation you’d found about doesn’t exist

mark is in the middle of asking you about a hobby when someones large hand drops onto his slender shoulder

you look up, startled

but mark’s expression just goes blank

“why isn’t this our little prince, little prince lee?”

“the boss thought you ran away from seoul for sometime, but turns out you’re just out here having dinner with-”

the second person who doesn’t have their hand on mark gives you a once over

“having dinner with commoners?”

you don’t know if you should be offended or just confused

mark shrugs the hand off his shoulder but doesnt turn to answer the two hefty men

they’re dressed in open satin shirts and dress pants

on both their hands are large, elaborate tiger tattoos and the character for ‘lee’ marked up in red, glaring ink

“did my father send you?”

mark finally asks and you feel the blood in your body go cold

“no, no. you know the boss doesn’t have time to be chasing you around. especially after you sold out to the jungs.”

a disgusted tone accompanies the word ‘jungs’ and then suddenly one of the men is looking your way

“is this person,,,,,,,,,one of those filthy cockroaches who works for that family too?”

mark’s grip on his dinner knife is so hard his knuckles turn white

“don’t address them. tell my father i don’t wish to see him or his goons around anymore.”

“this is a public restaurant, marky. and your father isn’t around to defend you so you better watch your tone.”

the hand clamps back on mark’s shoulder and squeezes it

“but we will tell the boss we saw his son. and that he was with,,,,,”

you shudder when they both glare at you and one of them smiles to reveal a mouth with one gleaming golden tooth

“whats your name little thing?”

“dont answer them.”

mark hisses and the two men laugh as they lean forward

you’re frozen as their large faces get closer and they whisper

“our apologizes for interrupting your date with the son of our boss, but you do understand we just had to say our hellos.”

you don’t say anything. you don’t even move.

not until the two men excuse themselves and mark’s knife and fork clatter loudly onto his plate

“w-who were th-”

you start, but mark stands and grabs your wrist as he tugs you out of the restaurant, throwing a wad of bills at the host as you storm by

you’re disorientated, but you realize that something in mark has changed

when he stops, you two are standing in the middle of the alley between the restaurant and the street

and you are about to ask your question again

when mark slams his hand against the side of the building

the sound is painful, but mark just keeps his fist clenched and he’s holding so hard that the veins on his arm start to become visible

there’s nothing soft and sweet about him like usual

instead he’s just angry - an aura of almost seething rage comes from his back

you stay silent, until he turns around

“this is going to be a problem now.”

“w-what is?”

mark lets out a breath and instead of answering you he fishes his phone out of his jacket pocket and brings it up to his ear

“jungwoo? yeah, it’s me. listen my family is in town and im going to have to take care of that before it gets out of hand.”

you look both ways around you, the alley is dark and it’s only you and mark but suddenly you get the jittery feeling that you’re being watched

“you know what my father is like, if he finds out that im - no no don’t send yuta or taeyong out. yes i have my gun. that’s not the point, the point is if my father finds out i was with someone, they’re going to be a target and you know the situation already -”

mark looks up and you’re still distracted by your creepy feeling that you don’t notice his eyes on you

his slow scan up and down your figure before he bits back his lip and looks back down

“my father will try to take them. they’ll send someone after them. im going to keep them at my place for now.”

there’s a moment of muttering from mark and when you focus back on him

you see him slip his phone from his ear and reach out

“im going to need you to stay with me from now on.”

“haven’t i already been with you this whole time?”

“no, im going to need you to stay with me twenty four seven now.”

there isn’t much explanation from mark about why you’ve turned from just the intern he had to keep an eye on to his very own house guest

mark just says that your safety is in danger tenfold now

and not because of the jungs, but because of mark’s own family

you don’t get it - you have a million questions

but mark doesn’t really seem to want to let you know anything else

just that you have ten minutes to pack your things, come back down to the cab, and let him whisk you away to where ever it is that he lives

you’re pulling your travel suitcase out of the closet when you suddenly stop and think

is this safe? he says im in danger, but he’s dangerous too,,,,,,,

but it’s mark. a whole month has passed and this is the only time you’ve ever even see him freak out

is his family also involved in something illegal? did mark leave his family to work for jaehyun’s dad,,,,,,

theres a swift clicking sound and you hear the door to your apartment open

mark announces that it’s just him and you walk out to see him touching the plant that’s in your hallway

“the door was locked,,,,”

mark gives you a sad smile

“yeah, i picked it with my credit card. sorry if that’s rude.”

you don’t even have a response, you just go back to your bedroom, toss what you have from your closet into the suit case and lug it out into the hall

mark picks it up easily and you protest, saying it’s heavy

to which mark just smiles at you again

“you’re already going through a lot, let me help you however i can.”

his eyes have returned to a soft, warm brown - not the narrowed and paranoid blown out darkness that they had been at the restaurant

you find yourself following him outside, wishing and hoping that he’ll stay like this

kind, sweet, nice mark

but the unnerving feeling in your stomach is that - he won’t

the cab pulls up to a tall, glass building full of luxury condos

mark lives on the top floor and when you walk in the first thing you notice is

tigers

everywhere

there are statues of tigers made of jade and onyx and even diamond on almost every surface of the house

a portrait of a man who looks like an older version of mark hangs up in the spacious, but minimal living room

and everything else that doesn’t have tigers on it

is a clean, untouched white

it’s as if no one even lives here - that’s how spotless it is

“you can sleep in my bedroom.”

mark tosses off his jacket and undoes the first two buttons of his shirt

you stand there, sweating in your own office clothes, not sure if you can even move a muscle

afterall

you’re in ,,,,, mark’s house,,,,,,,,,, alone,,,,,,,with him

but mark tells you to make yourself at home and disappears into one of the doors in the hall

you take your shoes off, placing them by the door and walk slowly across the apartment

the tiger statues watch as you look out of the window, as you pass by the kitchen which looks like its never been used before, and finally when you sit down like a timid lonely child on the sofa in the living room

you faintly hear mark talking from the room he’s in and then,,,,,,,,there’s a knock on the door

before you can thoughtlessly get up to see who it is

mark rushes out of the room, barks for you to get down on the floor and pulls his handgun from his waistband

he points it at the door and you duck, blood frozen in your veins, behind the sofa

there is a second knock a moment later

“mark, open up.”

“who is it?”

“who do you think? jungwoo said you didn’t want me to come, but i came anyway. i brought doyoung too.”

you hear mark move closer and closer to the door

till it clicks open and you hear mark sigh

“why are you two here?”

“you know why, but more importantly where is my favorite cute little intern!”

yuta’s voice fills in the apartment and before you can uncurl yourself from your hiding place

he’s already found you

“why there you are~ come to me, you must be so tired of being ignored and mistreated by mark~ yuta knows what will cheer you up~”

his long, slender fingers reach out and brush past your hair

he grins, with almost a fox like quality as he helps you up and back onto the couch

he sits too close to comfort and continues to eye you like some kind of overtly delicious dessert

doyoung walks over past mark and takes a seat opposite you in the lounge chair

his eyes stare blankly at you

“so what happened exactly?”

he asks, but not you - he’s talking to mark

mark joins you on the couch, swatting at yuta’s hand before he answers

“it’s my dad. looks like the lee gang is back in town.”

“tsk,,,those guys are wild, no offense mark”

yuta coyly leans himself against you as he talks and mark grits his teeth

“none taken, you know why i left the family. they have no sense of mercy or boundaries. which is why,,,,,i think they’re going to come after them”

the them of course, is you

doyoung nods and shifts his focus back on you

“one of us should take over then.”

“ill do it!”

yuta volunteers, nearly cuddling into your arm

you feel both embarrassed and a little bit afraid

but mark shoves him in the shoulder and yuta snips just like a disciplined cat

“no, i think it’s best if they stay with me. ive been with them for a month. and if my dad sends anyone, ill know how to deal with it the best.”

doyoung brings his hands together on his lap

“well, why don’t we just ask them what they want”

all eyes turn to you and you swallow a lump in your throat

“i,,,,im not sure whats going on.”

“mark here is the son of a rival gangs leader, he’s the prince of the lee’s! destined to take over his fathers underground empire and defeat the jungs!”

yuta sings out, falling back against the couch dramatically

mark rolls his eyes at the gesture

“it’s not like that. i am the son of another famous gang leader, but i abandoned them. they just,,,,,,,,,,don’t have any rules and im not -”

“mark isn’t ruthless. he just likes to make money like the rest of us.”

doyoung finishes and the leans forward

“so here’s the situation, you can stay with him like you have been. or you can choose one of us to take over.”

subconsciously you shift your weight over to mark and it makes him smile under his breath

“id like to stay with,,,,mark. unless-”

mark thinks of putting his hand over yours, he can see you’re slightly shaking

but thinks against it, not with the eyes of yuta and doyoung here

“unless im putting mark in more danger”

yuta’s laugh echoes through the walls and he puts his hand out to ruffle your hair

“you know nothing dear, worrying about the criminal and not yourself!”

“im sorry if this is insensitive to ask, but are you and mark romantically involved? why else would you be so-”

“NO!”

you exclaim and doyoung for the first time shows some sort of expression with a raise of his eyebrows

mark knows he’s going to get red so he just clears his throat and takes over

“listen, it’s not like that. but i think if anyone targets them from my family - ill know how to deal with it. that should be good enough, so just report that to jaehyun.”

yuta clicks his tongue

“oh we will, we’ll also report that you two are obviously head over heels for each other!”

and with that he springs up onto his feet, doyoung following suit

you’re too embarrassed by the sudden sentence to look up but you hear mark denying it and leading the other two men to the door

they say their goodbyes and mark doesn’t return to his spot by you

instead he mumbles that it’s been a long day and you should go get ready for bed

as he rushes by you and back into the room he’d been in before

it’s awkward, showering and getting ready to sleep in the home of someone whose essentially you’re co-worker

your cute co-worker,,,,,,,,your cute co-worker who is also sort of kind of a gang bosses son

plus there’s even a little tiger statue in the bathroom

you turn it away when you step into the shower

that night you lay in mark’s bed, which is too big for one person and the crisp sheets are cold on your skin

everything is scary and turning upside down in your head

but somehow,,,,you manage to fall asleep

for the next two weeks, mark does not leave your side

like ever

he’s more vigilant and protective then he ever was in the starting months

and so is everyone else

you notice you see taeyong hanging around you more often

and jaehyun keeps pulling mark to the side for updates on the lee gang’s movements

you notice switchblade sicheng safely tucks back into his jackets sleeve one day and you remember that you’re still always in danger now

mark tries to keep your mind off it, just like he did in the beginning of all this

he does all the menial intern tasks with you, asks you about the books you’re reading or the music you’re listening to

he entertains you in the way a normal friend would, all the while keeping you from the harsh reality of whats actually going on in this business

you’re thankful,,,,,,but you also feel like a burden

like mark would be way better off just doing what he does best, not guarding you like some loyal dog

you think it’s the guilt you feel that makes you do something stupid

like sneak off to get lunch by yourself one monday afternoon

because mark was talking to jaehyun and it looked super serious and so what if you just went around the block

it’s not like you needed supervision all the time

but the lee gang must have been waiting for you to do that

because as you’re leaving the cafe with your lunch, you’re approached by a tall man

crawling up the side of his neck is a red tattoo of a tiger and just that makes you freeze on the spot

“looks like mark stopped guarding his treasure”

you clench the bag from the cafe in your hand tight and try to play it cool

“i don’t know what you’re talking about sir”

he chortles and shakes his head

“not even going to scream? makes it easier for me.”

and before you know it his iron grip coils around your wrist and none of the busy people on the street seem to notice

you think ok, screaming might be a good idea right now, but it’s too late

because there’s something cold and hard in your side and the man has pulled you close up against him

“im sure mark will miss you, so just be quiet and come with us.”

you think that if there’s anything in the world you want right now it’s to tell your parents you love them and tell mark that you’re sorry you did this

with that you let the stranger lead you to a car waiting around the corner and you watch as the door slides shut and your hands are tied

the long silhouette of jung enterprises shrinking in the distance as you’re sped down the highway

mark assures jaehyun for what seems like the hundredth time that no - his father isn’t in on the trades deal with china and that isn’t what he’s after anyway

and when he returns, instead of you - there’s haechan sitting on top of his desk

mark asks where you are and haechan shrugs his shoulders, his less than appropriate silken shirt hangs loosely off him as he brings a pen up to his mouth

“did you lose them?”

he jokes and mark scrunches up his nose - a habit he’s had since he was a kid

and even becoming a badass criminal hasn’t shaken it out of him

“what? no. they’re probably in the bathroom.”

haechan replies with a sound that mark ignores and instead he starts to walk across the office

jungwoo catches him pacing around and whispers something about it to doyoung

mark doesn’t like that they’re always breathing down his neck like that, but he brushes it off as he plays like he isn’t looking for you - just looking for somewhere to drop these files off

when he’s sure doyoung and jungwoo have dropped it, mark rounds the corner and realizes that you’re not back at the desk

his phone beeps in his pocket and he takes it out

just to feel the world stop

as the number splayed across the screen reads ‘father’

and the message is one simple line

‘come back or they die’

you don’t know where you’re taken or who took you there

all you know is that when the blindfold you had on is dropped to the floor, you’re in a spacious room

and there are

tigers

everywhere

in the middle of the room is a desk, where the man whose portrait was up in mark’s home is sitting

he doesn’t look or speak to you

and when he does finally glance over at you he makes a motion with his hand and you feel something sharp pressed against your neck

“so, i am told you were dining with my son mark a couple of weeks ago.”

you don’t know what to say but the tip of the sharp thing gets tighter on your skin so you think you should at least come up with something

“yes”

“and you also work for the jungs?”

“im an intern”

the man gets up with a loud sound and you notice that he’s wearing a long robe

on the lapels there are stripes like that of a tiger and the character for the ‘lee’ family

“intern? is that some sort of new title for a new comer?”

“no, im just an intern.”

you hear the person holding the sharp object grunt and try to move it closer against the left side of your neck

but the man, who you are going to assume is mark’s father, puts a hand up to stop him

“what do you do for the jungs?”

“office work”

mark’s father tilts his head and then lets out a long, drawn out laugh

“c’mon, don’t make me hurt you. what do you do.”

you don’t know how to lie about this, what’s the right thing to say

“really, i just. i just work in the office.”

“so how do you know mark?”

“he’s in the marketing department with me”

for a second you think you’re going to get killed because one way or another you don’t think this man is buying your story

but at the same time you have nothing else to say

you never did anything for the jungs but copy files and pretend to be a clueless intern

what were you supposed to do, lie and say you were also part of the jung family? act like you’d ever done anything remotely bad in your life?

but thankfully the sharp object is pulled back from your neck

“take them out of here. mark will come soon.”

you wonder what that means, and it must be obvious because his father just grins as he leans closer to you

“you may think mark is just another nine to five suit, but he’s not. he’s much more than that. he’s a ruthless man. he’ll come to save you, sure but he’s my blood and i know that as a lee - he can’t stand losing.”

ruthless? mark?

“he acts like an angel doesn’t he, sweet and soft. but he’s capable of destruction.”

you’re reminded of those moments in the alley

of mark looking angry, knuckles white and eyes over flooded with emotions

but even that,,,,,,you don’t think that mark could ever,,,,kill someone

you’re lugged away and as you turn your head you see the tiger on the back of the robe stare you down

just like predicted, mark does come

but he comes alone and lies to jaehyun that he and you have gone off on a work assignment for doyoung

in a matter of hours, jaehyun and everyone else will know that he lied

but mark hopes he can deal with this in enough time

his family isn’t notorious for being patient

when he arrives at his old home, the guards outside only let him in when he’s surrendered his weapon and phone

he walks through the familiar halls until he reaches his father’s office

all the while scouting it out for any signs of you

“ive hidden them, but you’re still welcome to come in my boy”

his fathers voice booms from the other side

and mark does so

avoiding the glares of other members of the gang who he knows will never forgive him for working for the jungs

“im here. now let them go.”

“i will i will, but first off let me look at you. you’ve grown.”

before mark can talk back he feels someone tear off the jacket he’s wearing

he turns to swing at the person, but they’re fast and catch his fist

“i need to make sure you really are my son before we can chat”

“what the hell-”

the hand that’s holding his fist tightens and mark suddenly feels the other hand rip at his right sleeve

it easily comes off and exposed on his upper bicep is the same tiger tattoo as the rest of the lee family

his father smiles and the hands let mark go in his tattered clothing

“bring them out”

you’re still tied at the arms, but seeing as though you pose no threat you’re allowed to walk out on your own

when you see mark, you gasp

because his torn clothing and expression make it look like he’s just seen hell

but his father just waves it off and continues talking to mark as if you aren’t even there

“i know you want to come back mark.”

“i am never coming back to this family.”

“now don’t say that, don’t make me hurt your precious little co-worker.”

you see the guards at the door inch closer to you and mark looks you in the eyes

“ill save you. i promise.”

he mouths and his father steps closer

“to save them, you have to come back to me. to the family. you have the tattoo after all. this is where you’re meant to be.”

mark hangs his head low, all of his hair falls to cover his eyes and you think he’s about to lean forward and bow

but instead he just says

“kill me instead”

your eyes widen and without thinking you yell “NO!”

and marks father snaps his fingers so one of the guards clasps their hand over your mouth

you squirm, shaking your shoulders left and right but it’s useless and mark grits his teeth

“just let them go first and then kill me”

“you’re willing to die for them?”

“im willing to die if it means you’ll let them go and i don’t have to come back to this monstrous place”

with an almost exasperated sigh his father turns on his heel

“no, no i won’t do that. if you want to be difficult, then ill just let you have some time to think it over.”

with that, another guard grabs mark and the two of you are hauled off into a windowless room somewhere else in the house

you’re thrown and locked in together and as soon as the door shuts you look at mark

who looks messier than ever before and ask

“why don’t you want to work for your family?”

he looks up, but doesn’t answer, instead he just comes closer to you

and undoes the ties on your hand

there’s nothing in the room you two can escape with and instead of speaking mark just envelopes you in a hug

“you must have been scared, right?”

“mark, what is going on why are you-”

“i said i was going to keep you safe. i couldnt even do that.”

“no, im the one who ran off like an idiot. i thought i was always bothering you and thought-”

marks warm hand comes up against the side of your face

you see the tattoo on his skin and then look up into his eyes

and mark gives that sad smile

“you weren’t bothering me. having you around all this time has been so nice for me, you don’t even know. i just wished this would have never happened and we could have met under other circumstances”

there’s a silence that follows after he says that, mostly because you don’t know what to do or say

and you’re sure if this was a movie this would be the moment where he confesses he has a plan to get you two out

but he doesn’t

and instead

you kiss him

because you think that’s the only way to express what you feel

and mark kisses back, at first with restraint and then with an almost strong hunger

you pull back to breath and he apologizes softly if he startled you but you tell him that if anything you’re overjoyed that he feels,,,,like you do

“can i ask, because im still not sure, why do you not want to go back to your family?”

he covers the tattoo on his bicep as he answers

“they’re,,,,,,they’re too much. even for me. the jungs are dangerous, sure but they don’t aimlessly hurt others. ever since a kid i was trained to feel nothing for others so it’d be easy to watch someone die or even participate in it,,, but,,,”

mark winces and you feel like this is such a vulnerable memory for him

“but i couldnt. i cried when someone got hurt, i mourned people, and my family doesn’t do that. i just,,,,i guess im not,,,,”

“ruthless?”

you whisper and mark nods

“im not ruthless at all.”

“good, it means you’re human”

you lean in close and kiss him with a light feather touch that mark reacts to instantaneously

until you hear the door click

he recoils and makes sure to block your body with his from the door

“i think my father is back for me”

but when the door swings open, it isn’t his father

or any of the lee’s

it’s a pissed off looking jaehyun with a bloodied baseball bat

“there you two are, get up and let’s get out of here”

“how did you-”

“who cares, run!”

mark doesn’t question it and neither do you

you just let yourself be pulled up and with all your might you follow mark as you two make your escape

mark knows this house and he knows the winding paths that will get you two out

but you can hear jaehyun’s scream from somewhere

and then the sound of gunfire, punches, and more yelling

“don’t look back!”

mark urges and you shut your eyes instead and just let him lead you until you’re out on the street

jungwoo waves his hand from the window of a large SUV

mark lets you in first and as you follow the door shuts

“what about jaeh-”

“he can handle himself, the jungs know there’s no limit with the lee’s”

you feel mark tug you into his arms before you can say much more or even think about it

he holds you close up against him and you think this has to be a movie or some kind of dream

jungwoo speeds through seoul’s traffic and only when he comes to a safe stop somewhere you’ve never been before

does he turn to see you secure in marks arms and sigh

“didn’t johnny tell you not to make mark fall in love with you?”

you’re confused and mark tells jungwoo off for joking around in this kind of situation

but his grip on you never loosens

not when you’re back in the safety of one of the jung’s hideouts

not when yuta comes around to jokingly see if you’re alright

and this time he doesn’t even dare to lay a hand on you when mark is making it so obvious that he better not

not even when jaehyun comes back with just a minor injury across his eye

and not when he falls asleep against your shoulder

still wearing his torn shirt

your finger tracing the outline of the tiger on his skin

jaehyun looks at you two with concern, but then seems to shake it off

when mark finally does let you go, he tries to say sorry for the wild events that have happened

he talks about taking some money he has saved up and going to america or europe

somewhere where you two will be far from the jungs or lees or anyone in korea

and you just hold onto his hand and say

“ill go anywhere with you from now on.”

“but i dont want to force you from a normal life, i know it’s too late for one in korea but i can help you start somewhere new and then just disappear like this never happened”

you press your forehead to his and shake your head

“you said i have to stay with you twenty four seven”

mark grins

“ill change that to stay with me for forever?”

“i like that better”

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