wingate gardens -got7 ✓

19- traitor

yugyeom gave park the middle finger.

"I WILL FUCKING HAND YOU TO THE POLICE KIM," park continued to shout from where he was tearfully shaking jaebeom's shoulders. yugyeom was sure he had never seen him this angry, but he was overcome by his own anger too. seeing park's glaring eyes only riled him up more.

"do you really care about jaebeom this much? he's evil,"

yugyeom smirked as bambam stood up for him, even if there were tears still streaming down his face. bambam was loyal like that, and actually stuck up for his own team-mates, rather than ditching them for the enemy.

jinyoung's gaze hardened, "i love him bambam, you wouldn't understand,"

that, more than anything, made yugyeom wish he had a tongue so he could shout "fuck off," to park, who seemed like he was almost trying to get on his nerves.

"what i'm seeing is you siding with the bad guy who has, and i cannot stress this enough, CUT OFF YUGYEOM'S TONGUE... and you're really gonna take his side right now? real low jinyoung,"

park stood up from beside jaebeom and made his way over to bambam, becoming angrier and angrier with each step. even if he was walking over with the intent to argue, his eyes never left jaebeom's bloody figure.

"fuck off," he growled, now hovering beside yugyeom, "and call an ambulance, the bullet is still stuck in his leg and he's unconscious."

"he's not dead?" bambam's surprised voice perfectly imitated how yugyeom was feeling inside. the hope that twinged inside of him was incredible, he hadn't realised how horrible he had felt about potentially killing jaebeom until the moment he realised he hadn't.

"no he's not dead, you'd be fucked up if he was. but he'll be dead soon if you don't hurry up and call a fucking ambulance,"

park was hastily undoing his belt as the conversation continued and he wrapped it around jaebeom's thigh, where yugyeom had assumed the bullet had hit. it was slightly funny how off he was, when he had been aiming for jaebeom's head. park's last ditch effort to prevent the bleeding wasn't going well, the belt didn't do much and blood still spilled onto the floor.

yugyeom chuckled.

let him die

"yugyeom says let him die,"

yugyeom wished bambam hadn't translated that.

it was the final straw.

park's hands were bloody as he flew at yugyeom. his fist was raised and he looked ready to kill, a look yugyeom had seen many times. he knew what happened when that face appeared so he cowered away from park, taking a deep gasp as he felt the older's fingers around his throat.

time seemed to stop. air was suddenly gone.
yugyeom couldn't breathe.

"what the FUCK?" a voice called from the open door and park's hand dropped from where it had snaked around yugyeom's neck, "park what are you doing?"

"m-mark..?"

the newly entered mark wasted no time rushing to where bambam had groaned out his name, grimacing as he saw the steady onslaught of blood pouring from his leg. yugyeom followed him with one hand wrapped around his neck defensively as he watched mark tear his shirt and wrap it around bambam's leg.