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okay but yall, i legit don't know how much surgery costs i think its about $10,000+ and that's a bit too much in the story so i decreased it by a lot

tmi in this chapter by the way, dont read if you're uncomfortable

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She'll never walk away

It's been two days since the incident, and the bruises were just slightly fading away.

Today at work, Mark hadn't performed on stage, but instead, worked at the bar.

On the corner of Mark's eye, he could see his boss stepping out of the backroom and walking towards the bar.

He sat on one of the barstools, making Mark walk over to him to ask if he wanted something to drink.

His boss shook his head, not wanting to drink anything.

"I actually came here to talk to you," his boss told him in his usual rough voice.

Mark put down the glass that he was wiping.

"What's up," he asked, his full attention towards his boss.

"I just got this call, and someone offered to pay $1,100 for two good rounds of a fuck," his boss bluntly said.

Mark eyes widened.

"And why did you offer me this? What about the others," Mark asked curiously.

"Cause I know you've done t-."

"I'll think about it," Mark told his boss, quickly cutting him off before he could finish his sentence.

His boss nodded then left.

I don't think you understand

"We will be doing his surgery in a two days," the doctor told Mark as soon as they stepped out of Jackson's room.

"Already?" Mark asked surprisingly.

"Yes, we will be needing to do it immediately if you want him to live," the doctor said seriously.

Mark's heart broke.

If you want him to live.

No shit Mark wanted Jackson to live, he was the love of his life.

"Do you have an idea how much the surgery will cost?" Mark asked sadly.

"About $4,570," the doctor revealed.

Mark's heart sank to the pit of his stomach.

"Is it alright if I pay about $2,400 cash, then slowly pay it after the surgery?"

"That's alright."

And with those words, Mark rushed out of the hospital and drove to his work as fast as he could.

He knocked rapidly on his boss' door, still trying to catch his breath.

"I'll do it," Mark announced as soon as he was face to face with his boss.

"What made you change your mind?" His boss wondered.

"I really need the money," Mark replied.

"I had a feeling you would. Here's their number." His boss handed him a slip of paper.

Im Jaebum
xxx-xxx-xxx

He sang a song when he did it
He was cold and he was so unforgiving

After receiving the number, Mark drove back home to put on the nicest outfit he owned.

He texted Jaebum, and told him that he was the one willing to give him a good fuck. All he replied back with was an address.

Mark added some lip gloss, knowing that his old customers loved it on him.

Knowing that he was done getting ready, Mark took off the necklace that Jackson gave him, not wanting it to get destroyed.

He knew he was betraying Jackson, but he was doing this all for him.

To see him happy and healthy.

To see him beside him every time he wakes up in the morning.

To see him with him standing beside an altar, saying their I do's.

All for him.

As Mark drove towards the address, he noticed the houses getting bigger and bigger.

Until he stopped in front of the biggest house he has ever seen.

Mark parked his car then slowly walked up the pathway, admiring the beautiful house.

He knocked on the door.

A man in his late 20's opened the door then roughly pulled Mark in.

Now she dances to the song on the minute
Yeah, all the time, all the time, oh
It make her weak when she hear it

He has done this before, Mark chanted in his mind.

This is all for Jackson.

He felt tears welling in his eyes, but quickly closed them so he Jaebum wouldn't see them and slap him again.

Jaebum grunted on top of him as he thrusted into Mark roughly, one after another.

As soon as Jaebum pulled him in, he pulled Mark into his bedroom and ripped his clothes.

He hadn't even prepared Mark before slamming into him tightly, making Mark whimper and cry out in pain.

All he received was a slap and a "shut up."

Yeah, he should be used to this by now.

And it got her on her knees like religion

"Get the fuck our house," They yelled as they threw Mark out onto the pavement.

Mark cried out, then got on his knees.

He clung on to their knees and begged.

"Please! I swear, I'll stop. Don't kick me out please!" Mark begged.

He felt a kick to his stomach.

"We'll never let you come back faggot," and with that, the door of the house he lived in his entire life slammed loudly.

He didn't have anybody anymore.

She was young and she was forced to be a woman
Yeah, all the time, all the time

Mark roamed around the streets almost starved to death.

He was tired.

Tired of this.

He slowly walked towards the middle of the street.

hONKKKKKKKKK!!

(A/N HONK HONK MOVE OUTTA THE WAY BITCHES. THE BADDEST BITCH MOVING THROUGH.. i dont even know sorry i'll leave)

SQUEAL!

Mark closed his eyes waiting for the impact.

After a full minute of standing on the street and closing his eyes, Mark finally opened them again to stare right back at a guy with a shocked expression.

The guy immediately came out of his car.

"Are you fucking dumb????" The guy exclaimed.

"I-im-," before Mark could finish his sentence, he collapsed on the cold, dirty road.

"Thank you so much Jinyoung," Mark thanked as he ate his food that Jinyoung cooked him.

Jinyoung sighed, "You already said that Mark, just keep eating."

"I can't thank you enough," Mark said as he took a sip of his cola.

"It's the least I can do for almost hitting you with my car," Jinyoung replied.

"I was hoping you did."

"Boss, this is Mark. Mark, meet my boss," Jinyoung announced.

Mark bowed deeply.

"Hello sir."

The boss circled around him.

He made a suggestive sound of approval.

"He's in."

"So all I have to do is have sex with them and I'll get money?"

"Yes."