What the! I'm with GOT7? (Imagines) <Requests Open>

23. Mark (Camping trip)

"______, this is my other son, Mark." Vivian held your arms. "Mark, this is ______, treat her well, especially that she's going to be your roommate." You almost pop your eyeballs out as you heard what she said.

"Mwo?" You both said in unison.

"But he's a guy!" / "But she's a girl!" You both said again in unison.

"Well, that's your problem, sweetie. Now go and fix your things. Toodles!" You sighed at your mom's response thinking how she would just let her daughter stay with a stranger, who is a GUY!

You turned around to see that Mark was already fast asleep in the bed, as you can hear snores coming from his mouth. You found this cute though, but you headed on to fixing your things.

In the afternoon, you helped your dad put up a fire.

"Darling, can you look for more wood?" You nodded but stopped when he told you to wait..

"Wait, Mark can you come with her?" You sighed. "No thanks, dad. I don't need help, I can manage." With that, you went ahead into the wild.

You saw a very large stick. You picked it up but you struggled on holding onto it. Suddenly, it moved and you looked up to see Mark already carrying it.

"I said, I don't need help." You gritted through your teeth. He looked at you for a moment. "Fine, then don't look for me when you struggle again." He put down the stick and walked away.

You tried picking the stick again. You tried pulling it, pushing it, rolling it, but still, your strength wasn't enough. You suddenly groaned in pain as you felt your index finger wounded with a splinter because of the stick's rough texture. "Damn."

You got the little splinter out and you pinched your finger to remove the blood coming out from it.

"Ah-ow." You felt tears already rolling down your cheeks. Even if it was just a small wound, you still panic because of your fear of wounds; traumatophobia.

Minutes later, you felt dizziness, and within seconds, you blacked out.

Mark's POV

"Fine, then don't look for me when you struggle again." I put the stick down and walked away. Pshh... that girl, she has too much pride in herself.

When I got to the campsite, my dad walked towards me.

"Hey kiddo! Where's ______?" He asked.

"She's still there, she said she doesn't need help from me."

"Wh-what? How can you let her go like that?" Her dad cut in. "Mike, hold this, I'll go there and look for her." He gave the tong to my dad.

"Honey, what's the problem?" Her mom came rushing in from the cabin. "_____'s in the forest, alone."

"Oh no, what if something happens to her?" Her sister and Jackson entered the scene.

"Why is everyone making a big deal about this?" I mumbled low enough to let my mom who was beside me, hear.

"She's traumatophobic, Mark. If she gets wounded, even if it's just a little cut, she'll faint anytime." I felt the sudden urge to come back to the forest and look for ______. If something really does happen to her, I'm going to take the blame for it.