tw: kidnapping

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Weeks came and gone in the blink of an eye. Kunpimook still didn't have the strength to leave his apartment. He couldn't seem to stop the thoughts that were racing through his brain at a mile a minute.

Things were getting better for Mark and Jackson. Their writings were finally back to normal on each other's skin, and Mark was finally able to go back to work. The two had recently gotten a pet turtle and named it 'Jark'. Jackson's idea, even though Mark thought it was pretty contradicting to name a turtle something that sounded so similar to 'shark'.

Back over at Kunpimook's apartment, he still couldn't forgive. He felt lonely, needy, unwanted. Felt so useless; like if he fell off the face of the earth, no one would notice.

Though, people were noticing. Jinyoung had tried to call his phone a few times, since he hadn't been seeing him at the coffee shop they both went to (which was often that Kunpimook went) and was starting to worry.

But one day, Kunpimook decided that he was done moping around. He got up, showered, and trudged over to Mark and Jackson's apartment. He knocked on the door with force, not really caring about his actions anymore.

"Coming!" He heard, along with footsteps leading up to the door. The door swung open and revealed Jackson, a robe tied around his body. He appeared to have just woken up or something of the sort.

Jackson's expression changed from sleepy to angry as he saw who was at the door. "What are you doing here?" He asked, glaring at the other.

Kunpimook stayed silent, staring into Jackson's eyes.

"Mark," Jackson yelled behind himself, feeling a little unsafe and anxious with the other staring into him.

No response from Mark, he must have still been asleep.

"Mark!" Jackson yells again, gulping.

Kunpimook's lips form into a smirk. Jackson goes to slam the door, but Kunpimook stops it from shutting with his hand.

"Thought you saw the last of me, didn't you?" Kunpimook says softly, the smirk on his face growing larger.

Jackson stood in horror, too frozen to move.

"Quite funny how things work out, isn't it." Kunpimook says, stifling out a chuckle. "Isn't it, Jacksonie?" He repeats, grabbing Jackson's wrist tightly.

Jackson looks at him with wide eyes, trying to jerk his arm back. But it was no use. Kunpimook's grip was tighter than anything.

Kunpimook clamped his hand over Jackson's mouth, picking him up. Jackson yelled against his hand, as he ran out the back entrance of the apartments.

Jackson felt tears slide down his cheeks and over Kunpimook's hand as he was thrown into the back seat of a car. A car he didn't recognize.

Kunpimook sped off, not looking back. Only a smug smirk to be seen on his face.

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a/n: iM sorry i just wanna make bam the bad guy ok i'm sorry
also i haven't updated in forever so i'm sorry about that too, work is consuming me and school starts in about a week and a half i'm Dead

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