Mark

   "You two sure took your time in that forest." BamBam, who had finished the dishes and was now laying on the couch, accused with a smirk. It seemed Jinyoung didn't get the playful part of it though,"We were training, and it took a while." He shrugged, slipping off his jacket. It was almost winter and the breeze had started not to long ago. BamBam groaned,"You innocent child." Jinyoung looked at me in return, a confused expression on his face. I just shook my head in disappointment,"I agree with BamBam on this one."

Jinyoung and I had not be in a rush to get to the living house. Stopping every once in a while to talk and share acts of affection. I could still feel the heat in my cheeks from the time he had pushed me against a tree, lips brushing my cheek. Hands resting under my shirt and on my neck. Pushing air away from my face and...... I quickly blinked myself back to reality. No matter how bad I wanted to get lost in Jinyoung's acts of- of what? Of whatever was going on- I couldn't. Training was suppose to be my main focus. Get through that and I'll have my whole life to do whatever I want with him....that came out wrong.

"Of course you do, I'm always right." He said and added,"And just one Bam will be fine." I gave him a smile as he got off the couch,"Noted." Bam picked up a glass of water and took a sip, offering us both a drink. We declined making him shrug. As if to say, your loss,"So how did training go?" He gave me another suggestive look,"What did you learn besides protection." Jinyoung got this joke, his hand slapping BamBam's shoulder in a 'that is a dirty word' way,"Bam I will not hesitate to have a very long talk with you about your own need of protection if you don't cool it with the sexual suggestions."

  BamBam raised his hands in surrender before giving us a curious stare,"Seriously though, did you work on combat or ambushing or something?" I looked at Jinyoung for an answer, suddenly realizing the distance he had put between us that wasn't there a minute ago. I tried to hide the shock of him being now halfway across the room as he looked back,"We worked on stealth and defense. With some help from a boy named Hansol that Mark knew."

   Jinyoung looked away from me as he spoke, I would be lying if I said a feeling in my stomach hadn't occurred. Bam was now the one staring at me, eyes looking somewhat brighter,"You know Hansol? How?" My eyes widened playfully,"You know Hansol?" Bam let out a laugh,"Of course. Almost everyone knows everyone here. Hansol and I trained together, but he is usually stationed near-" He cut off his sentence, as if he was about to say a bad word. A forbidden word,"How did you two meet?" I decided to question BamBam on the unfinished sentence later,"My first rage. He went with us but we separated when we arrived at the village."

  Bam nodded in understanding,"Makes sense. Is he helping with the rest of your training?" Jinyoung walked out of the room, towards the kitchen. Leaving me without an answer,"Uh, I'm not sure. Maybe?" He gave me a small smile,"You two are so obvious." Walking over to me he put his hands on my shoulder, teary-eyed,"Don't hide it because of me. My relationship problems shouldn't cause yours."

  I wanted to quickly deny everything Jinyoung and I had, but at this point it seemed pointless. On top of me being at a loss for words,"How....?" Was what came out of my mouth. BamBam shook his head,"Junior never puts distance between him and someone else. Not unless he is hiding something." I frowned,"We didn't want to upset you." Bam sighed,"Mark you not being able to show affection is what's upsetting me." I suddenly felt bad. Everything I've been doing to not upset him, is upsetting him.

  BamBam's hands went from my shoulders into my own,"I can't believe I'm giving you love advice, but don't worry so much about everything. You are still learning about who he is, and it takes time. Now go make out with him already." He pushed me toward the kitchen. I smiled,"I can't believe I'm taking love advice from you." I heard an 'oh shut up'  as I walked into the kitchen.

  The first thing I noticed was Jinyoung, head down on the table. His shoulders were raised slightly, tensed. I shook my head at the sight, deciding to lean against the doorframe for effect,"You were listening weren't you?" Jinyoung lifted his face slightly, but I got a glimpse of his smirk before he quickly hid in his arms again,"Maybe." His voice was muffled,"Maybe not." I quietly snuck up behind him, hands next to his side. I leaned down by his ear,"It's not nice to eavesdrop." As he jumped in surprise my hands attacked the side of his stomach, making him try immediately to wiggle free. Laughter was escaping unwillingly,"Mark, Mark, stop! I'm crying!" I could hear that he wasn't serious, so I only lessened the grip a little. Not really wanting to give up this bandit free moment.

  When the voice interrupted us, Jinyoung was practically in my lap,"I know I said I wouldn't disturb you, but I just realized something." I looked up at BamBam, Jinyoung instantly trying to create space between us. Locking my arms around him I rested my head on his, trying to tell him in some way that it was okay for BamBam to see us this way. Bam gave a little smile,"And I thought he had eavesdropped." My eyes narrowed accusingly,"Apparently you all do."

  Jinyoung, who was practically glued to me, tried to sit up and look at his friend,"You said you realized something?" He reminded him. Bam let out an 'ah', his hand raising to explain,"I just remembered that Yugyeom was suppose to be back yesterday." BamBam paused, his voice starting to waver,"From the village." Village. I had almost forgotten Yugyeom was a spy stationed in the village. Jinyoung separate himself from me completely, giving Bam a stern look as he stood up,"What do you mean he was suppose to be back yesterday?"

  BamBam stood still,"He was suppose to have a break in between months. This time he didn't come home." His voice was firm,"Jb promised a break. Who knows what's happened?" Jinyoung's mood switched as he quickly pulled the boy into a hug,"Wait until tomorrow. If he doesn't return we will go talk to Jb. Okay?" Bam nodded into his shoulder. I hesitantly left the room, after tapping Jinyoung's shoulder, to give them privacy.

   The feeling of something warm hitting my face made me open my eyes. I was met with Jinyoung heavily breathing in front of me. I had fallen asleep waiting for Jinyoung to finish comforting BamBam, he must have came in later when I had been asleep. I never really got to know Yugyeom in anyway except my trainer so I regrettably didn't feel as strongly about his disappearance. But it apparently wasn't normal, and Jinyoung worrying made me worry too.

The said boy shifted in his sleep, the arm resting against my chest moving to rub his closed eyes,"Morning Yi en." I smiled, pushing myself forward until we were touching,"Morning Jinyoung." I breathed out,"Training today?" He yawned before shaking his head,"I promised Bamie we would wait with him to see if Yugyeom returned." I nodded in understanding. It was just like Jinyoung to stick by those he cared about,"Can we play games then? I don't want to sit around all day doing nothing."

Jinyoung laughed, rolling off the bed and onto his feet,"Look at you Mr. Productive. What have you done with Yi en? Is this the Mark side of you?" I rolled my eyes, though the curve of my lips betrayed me. I watched as he pulled random clothes from his dresser. A dark green shirt hit me in the face,"Wear that." Shrugging I took of the shirt I was previously wearing and traded it for the one given to me. Not without catching a quick look from Jinyoung.

  "Are we making breakfast?" I couldn't imagine being awake after an emotional breakdown like Bam had, had the day before. Jinyoung made a noise I'd never heard before,"If I know Bamie, there is no way he slept last night. Yug and him grew up together for the most part."

  Slowly getting out of bed I let Jinyoung drag me downstairs. He wasn't wrong, I thought as the smell of something cooking hit me.  We entered the kitchen to see BamBam by the stove, gazing out the window, and obviously not aware of the slowly burning food in his pan,"BamBam!" Jinyoung cried, startling the boy as he looked frantically for something to save the food. Bam gazed at his meal, a frown taking over his features,"Whoops." I watched amusingly as Jinyoung ran around the kitchen, that was until I noticed just how terrified he was. Placing a comforting hand on his shoulder I walked over to the stove, calmly taking the pan off the heated surface,"Bam take the stove outside to be washed and cooled down." A stove was practically a pile of wood and fire with a light tray like thing over it and a pan with the food inside. That way the food was heated.

  BamBam left the room with a muttered "on it". I let out a sigh, running a hand through my hair,"Lesson learned," Jinyoung breathed the words out,"don't let a sad person cook." I smiled and went to respond when a cry from outside cut me off,"Yugyeom!" My eyes widened and looked with Jinyoung's equally as surprised expression. Taking no time we both ran out of the kitchen and through the front door. Jinyoung took the lead, going towards the back of the house.

  We both came to a stop at the sight before us. At the back of the house sat BamBam, his arms wrapped around an unmoving figure.

  The figures clothes were stained red, their hair a now dark brown. And I knew it wasn't a natural change. Bruises lined their, his, arms. Yugyeom's arms. Jinyoung moved on shaking legs as he collapsed beside his friend,"Bamie... Is he....?" BamBam just buried his face into his friends bloody chest,"I don't know, I don't know, I don't know." My mind was racing. What happened? How did he end up like this? Who did this? 

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Oh jeez it's almost 12 am here! I was almost late! Sorry about that. My sister had a concert for choir and it lasted from 6 to 9 so I was offline the whole time and couldn't finish.

  Anyways. I'm curious. What do you think happened to Yugyeom? Is he dead?