O W E N TM.

The streets of Seoul were unusually empty on a Friday night.

A pitch black Lamborghini cruises down the road, the lights on the side of the road hit the car like stars twinkling on the ground. The luxury car cruises along the road at a speed that is too slow for its true performance. The driver of the car looked at the road ahead with eyes blurry with water droplets. Even though Seoul was noisy at night, inside the car he could clearly hear a sound.

Sobbing

Mark Tuan picked up the vibrating phone and answered the call. He swallowed the last wave of sobs in his throat before trying to keep his voice as calm as possible, "BamBam...is something wrong?"

"Aren't you coming to the party at JB's house?"

It was funny that the first moment he picked up on the message from the other end of the phone, his eyebrows just shot up. It took a while for him to remember that he had accepted his friend's invitation, "L-huh-forget it."

The sound vibrated again, and this time it couldn't be shut in time.

"Are you crying, Mark?"

I want to deny it, but I can't even silence my sobs right now.

"What about Jackson?"

...Just hearing the name, my body went cold, as if the owner of the name was sitting in the back of a car. "Y-yeah."

"I'm afraid of Bambam."

At the other end of the line, BamBam sighed and had to leave the party to discuss this matter with Mark. “That's it, hyung. From what you told me yesterday, it makes me think of a type of relationship.”

"I don't know how to define it. The emotions are similar between fans and artists. Do you see the picture?"

"...Uh."

“No matter how much that fan likes the artist, there will come a day when it will have to stop. sooner or later"

"And... how can it be stopped?" Mark felt very dark. Both afraid and helpless

“I don't know what people will follow, just one person for the rest of their lives. It has to be enough, right?”

"And how do I know when?" Mark knew it was against the law to drive while talking on the phone. But if he allowed his own brain to be free, he would definitely become distracted and go crazy. "I'm afraid...I'm afraid it won't end."

“If that's the case... then it's too scary.” Mark wiped away the tears that were flowing down his cheeks while listening to BamBam's voice. “Then you have to do something. Before the matter escalates further This type of person's mind, I know, is difficult to control."

"I'm not sure at all BamBam." A car ran a red light. Mark had enough time for himself to wipe away all the tears from his face. "That time I saw Jackson...I--"

"Let's do this, tomorrow morning. Let's think about it slowly. It might work better than calling and talking," the younger man offered.

"Oh," Mark agreed.

BamBam's call was cut and the sound of his sobbing was no longer heard inside the Lamborghini. The red light changed to green and the luxury car took off, speeding up even faster than before.

It stopped almost at the edge of Seoul city.

The lights on the side of the road barely left any stars on the car, only glimmering spots. All around, it could be said that there was no one around. What about a suburb like this? And it's already two in the morning. Who will come out for a walk?

Mark leaned his back against the seat and sighed. Put the phone in your pants pocket. Then got up and got out of the car.

The wind at night was so cold that it could be said to be cold. He blew a round of wind into the air. before walking around the car and stopping in the trunk.

And it was opened

The sound of your breath trembling loudly pierced the air to your ears, but this voice was not Mark's.

But it was the voice of the person behind the hood of the car.

Mark only glanced at the person who was confined to a cramped space. Like behind the car hood His hands were tied together with rope, his eyes were hidden by a black cloth, his whole body was shaking with fear because he didn't know where in the world he was now.

"Jackson..."

"Mark! P-Please let me go. I beg you." Two hands clasped together. Try to appeal to the person standing.

“Letting you go find that woman? No way.” Mark's voice was cold enough. With the eyes that looked down at the man he loved with all his heart

Love...to the point of wanting to see you in my eyes all the time.

Love...to the point of wanting to follow you every step of the way.

Love...to the point of being afraid that if the other person belonged to someone else, he wouldn't be able to survive.

“Then why are you tying me up like this, Mark? Are you still here, Mark?!”

“Shh…” The cold fingertip touched the lips that Mark wanted so badly to hold, “Someone will come out soon.”

“Mark, you like me, don't you? Why do you do this to me?” Jackson tried to persuade.

"You know I like it." But Mark's voice was too cold for any warmth to blend in. "And you think I'm going to let you belong to someone else?!"

...Jackson's ears heard Mark walking--Mark couldn't leave him like this, right?--so he raised his voice louder, "But you can't do this, Mark! Hey! Mar--"

Mysterious lips touched to silence Jackson's mouth. They were both soft and sweet, causing him to temporarily feel like a good dream before they pulled away, causing Jackson to wake up from the sweet dream he had only tasted. seconds

"I love you, Jackson."

"...but you must not belong to anyone else."

At the end of Mark Jackson's words, he felt something poured onto his body. And around the car, a strong smell made him unable to identify it, and that made him both frightened and shocked at the same time.

Scared...because what was poured on it was oil.

And I was shocked...because I didn't think Mark could be this cold-blooded.

"Mark! Let me go now, Mark!" Wow! Mark!”

Wriggling around in the back of the car's hood without the owner of the car paying attention. Mark poured gasoline around the car and continued along the path until the gas tank ran out. So he threw the bucket out into the grass on the side of the road.

He reached for the lighter in his pocket and lit it.

Mark's biggest fear, aside from Jackson being with someone, was probably his own heart. A part of his heart was screaming that he would regret it for the rest of his life. But most of them were applauding and praising him for doing a good job.

The fire spread quickly until Mark turned his back to the picture. Ignoring the cries of the person he almost compared to being the king of his life.

Ah...I guess he must have called BamBam to bring a car to come pick him up.

Note :

Wow...I haven't written a jark in a long time...