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God I hate you!“ you screamed. Mark strides towards you, and yells back “Good! Cause I hate you too!”. This was not how you imagined date night ending up, but you caught him eyeing up another girl at the movies and you had to cuss him out for it. It started out as you quietly but sternly telling him what you saw, and that you didn’t play games, to a rage filled argument about everything under the sun. During the 4 years of your relationship, you argued like everyone else, usually making up soon after. This argument however, would be remembered forever.

The arguing goes on for hours. Mark runs his fingers through his hair, and sighs, “Y/N you’re clearly overreacting! Like you always do!” You could feel your anger level climb, how dare he say you’re overreacting? “Are you shitting me right now? Mark I. FUCKING. SAW. YOU..” you pause as a small laugh leaves your lips, “I’m telling you facts! Just admit what you did and apologise”. Crossing your arms you take a deep breath, waiting patiently for the apology, but instead he says, “Fuck that! I’m not apologising for something i didn’t even do!..” and clenches his fist. “Well fuck you then Sǐwáng”, you reply. Mark’s eyes flicker up to meet yours immediately, he clenches his jaw and fist in anger. “I told you not to call me that.. That’s my work name.. You’ve never said it before. Don’t start now.”

You know he doesn’t like it, he has always said that.. but he was pissing you off, and the rage you felt blinded your control. You walk up to him slowly, and look him over, scoffing you say, “Work? You say that so casually! Being a trained assassin and leader of a gang is NOT work Mark!”. His nostrils flared and he steps to close the gap between you. You can feel his heavy breaths on your face, you see his eyes turn darker, you can even hear how hard his heart is beating. He doesn’t speak at all, just stares into your eyes. You can’t tell if he’s trying to intimidate you or if he’s just angry, but you are just as angry and in the mood to push his buttons.

With a chuckle, you slowly speak, “What are you gonna do huh? Pull your gun out and shoot me?..” Mark steps back, rubbing his temples in frustration, listening to you talk. “..I can get angry too you know, you think i’m just a dormouse that won’t say anything?! If you did-” He takes out his gun and aims at your head, you pause straight away and stare at the barrel. Is this psycho actually going to shoot you?

“Are you gonna let me talk now y/n?” he says harshly, you swallow hard and nod.

Mark retracts the gun, placing it back into position. He walks towards you and calmly says, “One. I would never hurt you like that. Ever. That little thing I did, was to get you to be quiet. The barrel is empty.. Two. This argument wasn’t about my job in the first place, and three. I told you on our 1st date what I did.. yet 4 years later you’re still here. Tell me y/n if i’m that bad, YOU are the one who fucks me. So what does that make you?!”. He yells the last part, and you stand there in disbelief of what you just heard. Not knowing whether to punch him or cry, you shove your house keys in your bag and head out the door. Mark squeezes his eyes shut, immediately regretting what he said but his pride stops him from calling out to you.

The cool night air is exactly what you need to calm you, the lights of the city are beautiful and you stroll down the row of shops feeling more and more content. That is until your phone rings, you look at it see Mark’s face and decline the call. He is the last person you want to talk to right now. Your phone rings a few more times, annoying the hell out of you. Taking it out of your bag to turn it off, you see a text from Mark. You roll your eyes, knowing he’ll never leave you alone and decide to reply.

You notice something in the reflection of the shop window, the same two guys you saw a street away are still following you. It would have been normal, for people to be walking behind you as the street was quite busy. However, dating a kingpin you picked up some observational skills, and these men were different. The way they paced, and how far away they were, showed they were trying to keep up with you. The way they were dressed, would seem like everyday clothes to regular people but to you, it looked as if they were trying to fit into the crowd. You could see the outline of their guns, by just glimpsing their reflections. These men were after you. You decided to turn a few corners, to confirm your beliefs and of course they followed behind. Panic was setting in; you began walking quicker, the men matching your speed, your hands shook and you didn’t dare turn around. You needed Mark, but you knew that if you called him they would shoot you on the spot, so you text instead. 

Looking around you, the men have gone. There’s no sign of them, as if they were never there to begin with. You follow Mark’s instructions and keep walking, almost running. Even though your chest is tight, and you can hardly breathe, the panic is slowly fading, because you know he’ll be here soon.. You’ll be safe. You wish you could walk forever, but your body is tired so you slow down to catch your breath. As you do this, your phone pings.

The relief you feel is indescribable, you get to go home.. alive. You should have been used to this happening, being chased, having your life threatened but the truth is Mark always kept you safe, away from all of that. You turn, with a smile on your face, shielding your eyes from the blinding headlights of Mark’s car. He didn’t stop close by you to draw suspicion, so you had to walk a little to meet him. As you began to walk, your mind began to work. You thought about how this was the first time in this situation, and you never wanted to face it again. You decided that the stupid argument didn’t matter anymore. Yes you and Mark weren’t a normal couple, but you loved each other and you worked. You thought about-

BANG

BANG

Your thoughts are seized by a searing pain flowing through your body, you freeze on the spot taking in small sharp breaths, that hurt every time. People are screaming and running. You look up to see Mark running towards you, it’s the last thing you see before your body hits the ground.

Mark sits on the ground, cradling your head and body in his arms. Slowly you rotate your head, you glimpse the blurry picture of the 2 men walking away, placing their guns back in their respective holsters. You were right, they were after you. This was an ordered hit, they were sent to shoot you. You steadily blink up at your boyfriend, he is shaking and crying but reassures you in his calmest voice, “I’m sorry baby.. I’m so sorry. This is my fault.. Just stay with me ok? Someone has called for help. You’re going to be fine” his voice is a whisper, and his tears causes it to hitch. Mark feels the warm blood seep through his clothes, he looks at his hands now stained red. He’s seen blood before, that’s no surprise but this is your blood. The love of his life. He can’t handle this, this is too much.. A panic attack would have happened by now, but he has to push that to the side for you.

Your life flashes before you; your childhood, your family, your parents’ wedding day, when your sister was born, the day you met Mark, when he asked you to be his girlfriend, the day you moved in.. Everything. You smile weakly, the memories filling you with happiness.. It’s short-lived however, because the pain shocks you back to reality causing you to cough. You try to fight the call of death, but you need to get rid of this pain. As your body falls numb, you find yourself edging closer and closer to the call, realising that you have to accept this, you were going to die. Your eyes close..

Suddenly, you feel light slaps on either side of your face. You crane your eyelids open to see Mark looking down at you, face red with tears. “Stay with me ok!! Don’t you dare leave me! You can’t leave me y/n!!” he shouts. He blinks tears from his eyes and whispers, “I love you too damn much.. Please..”. You look up at him, your body failing by the second. Through blurred vision, you focus on his face.. His beautiful face.. His bright eyes, now dulled by tears.. His shiny blonde hair cascading down his face.. With the little strength you have, you croak, “Mark.. I can’t.. Hold on..” Mark shakes his head, whimpering ‘No’ repeatedly. “No, don’t say that baby.. Please” his last word is barely a whisper. Taking a jagged breath in, you speak again, “I love you so much.. More than life..”. Mark leans down, placing a gentle kiss on your forehead, “I love you too y/n. I know who did this, and I promise you they will pay with their blood. They messed with the wrong power couple”

The sounds of sirens ring through your ears, they are muffled and fuzzy. Mark turns his head to the direction of the help and says, “Jagi. The ambulance is here! It’s here! You’re going to be fine!”. He notices you’re no longer moving, your breathing is almost non-existent.. He looks to see your eyes closed, your body completely giving way in his arms. He’s about to scream, but his eyes spot something on the ground beside you. It’s a red rose.

Mark grips the rose, ripping it to shreds. Through gritted teeth and tear clouded eyes, he utters the words, “Namjoon is gonna fucking pay for this”.

- Admin Rosa

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