wingate gardens -got7 ✓

46- finale

clothes were strewn all over the floor.

the drawers were open, some had been pulled out completely leaving the contents scattered among the clothes.

bambam's small backpack was gone.
bambam was gone.

"wha-" mark whispered as yugyeom stumbled around the room, "what's going o- IS HE GONE?"

when he turned to yugyeom, he noticed the boy was crying, so he was unlikely to be signing any time soon. mark left him to it, unsure of what to even say as he felt his own heartbeat sky rocket out of control. he searched the room, looking for any sign of bambam, a note like the one jinyoung had written maybe, or a stack of coins like jackson had left.

but nothing.

it hurt.

god it hurt.

and mark had no right to be hurt.

hell, he was about to do the very same thing bambam had done.

yugyeom's cries, a weird sound that mark was unable to describe, launched themselves through the room. yugyeom cried, and mark barely held himself together.

had he done this?
had he made bambam leave?

would he never see bambam again?

the last thing he had done was disappoint him.

that hurt more than anything.

and for a while mark stood completely still, eyesight fading to a blur as he listened to yugyeom crying. and then he saw something.

a glisten of red, streaked against the wall.

blood.

no doubt bambam's blood.

his mind pieced it together quickly.

the mess wasn't from a hasty get away, it was from a fight. he fumbled through the mess, more and more spots of the same shining red revealing themselves.

a sob choked up from the back of his throat, he couldn't control it, it burst out of him suddenly as everything dawned on him.

maybe. maybe bambam had been taken. maybe bambam was dead.

there was only so much more he could take. he was overloaded with so many emotions, with so much anger and sadness and hatred and pure pure hopelessness.

when jinyoung had left he didn't think he could ever feel worse.
and then jackson left and he felt worse.
and then .... and then, well, maybe bambam was dead.

plus everything back in america and mark had no idea how he was still alive.

he fell to the floor, feeling the warm wetness of yugyeom's hand grip his own. mark felt how the hand in his shook with each wail yugyeom let out. they cried in sync, though yugyeom still didn't know about the blood.

it was a while.

tears.

fear.

cold.

TEARS

FEAR

COLD

T E A R S

F E A R

C O L D

T E A R S

F E A R

C O L D

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mark never did tell yugyeom about the blood, in fact, he distracted himself from it so well that he forgot about it himself.

he just focussed on getting both himself and yugyeom out of wingate, because there was no way he could leave yugyeom after everything that had happened. he couldn't leave him alone with no tongue.

and they did it. they left. moved to a flat in incheon. it was quiet, modest. their neighbours were nice, boring. the street was simple, clean.

it was the opposite of wingate gardens.

they had moved in and stared out the window of their kitchen together, boxes at their feet.

bambam would've loved this place.

mark nodded, a tear spilling from his right eye as the blood once again sprung to his mind. bambam could be in trouble... bambam could need them. but who was mark without jinyoung? he couldn't rescue bambam without jinyoung. so, he chose to push it down.

"he'll find us." mark said, more of an assurance to himself than yugyeom, "he'll come and find us."

he left for a reason.

yugyeom's eyes didn't leave the horizon as they conversed, he just stared, and signed, stared and signed. he didn't have much energy for anything else.

"and he'll realise he made a mistake, and he'll come back. we'll see him again."

i wonder where park and jaebeom are..

mark chuckled, though he didn't really feel the humour, "maybe they're our next door neighbors."

yugyeom smiled a little, eyes still trained at the slowly darkening sky. mark dropped down to his knees and opened his box, pulling out a pair of jeans and feeling around in the pocket.

it was still there, the paper. the list he had made jinyoung.

"hey gyeom?" he said, and yugyeom finally drew his eyes back into the room. he nodded, to tell mark to go on.

"look at this list." mark continued, "it... it's things i wanted to do with jinyoung... do you.. well.. i think we should do them together. oh. besides the kissing."

a gentleness washed over yugyeom as he looked at mark.

of course.

mark noticed the pity, it was painfully obvious. his heart stung again as he thought about everything. had he meant nothing to jinyoung? nothing at all? to think that he was off with jaebeom somewhere......

no.

wheein gave him this money to move on.

he looked up to yugyeom, and saw the pain. saw it in the way he held his shoulders, the way he nibbled on the corner of his lips.

mark pulled yugyeom close to him, an arm around his waist.

"we'll be ok gyeom." he didn't know if he believed himself.

everything

will

be

ok

.

that's the end ladies and gents.

(there's an epilogue set in the future though, it will answer some things r.e: bambam's blood & jaebeom's tracking device)

up in a week.