C H A P T E R S E V E N

MARK sits at Haechan's place, feeling drained almost as he lays his back onto the bed. He closes his eyes, thinking about what had happened.

They're really going to war it seems like, and all he think is he's foolish. He couldn't do anything to convince Haechan to stop, it was like they weren't thinking.

Cops have guns, and weapons that they don't legally have. Yes, the gang may have guns, but who knows where they got it from. This fighting could not cause just land handovers, but death even. It shakes Mark to think about that.

Mark jolts as he hears the front door open, and bags being carried. He sits up in Haechan's bed, and gets off as he walks out of the bedroom. There in the hallway, he sees the one and only Lee Jeno.

"Jeno?" Mark questions as he steps into the living room, watching as Jeno struggles to set down groceries. Jeno looks over his shoulder, and gives his famous eye smile.

"Hey Mark, hope you don't mind if I drop by." Jeno says.

"I don't mind, you need some help there?" Mark asks going over to close the door, giving a small laugh as he sees Jeno caught up in the plastic bags. There was only two and he was having a hard time.

"Uh yea I just had a little trouble getting upstairs." Jeno says embarrassed, and Mark walks over to help Jeno get his arms and hands free from the bag.

Mark then looks in the bag, and sees ramen and some fruit. In the other bag he notices some ice cream.

"Thought you could use some company, ya know, after the fight with Haechan." Jeno talks slowly, almost afraid to bring up the topic.

"Yea...Haechan is just stubborn." Mark says with a flat face.

"You guys both are." Jeno says as he grabs the remote and turns on the low quality tv. He then takes off his jacket, throwing it on the coffee table. Taking a seat on the couch, he gives a huff.

"I guess so." Mark says, before taking out the ice cream and opening it.

Grabbing a spoon, he starts to eat it from the bowl. He walks over, and sits next to Jeno on the couch.

"So, have you decided?" Jeno asks all the sudden, looking over at Mark.

"Decided what?" Mark asks as he eats some ice cream.

"Are you gonna join the fight or not?"

Mark stops eating for a moment, and thinks for a second. He never actually thought of it.

"I don't know." Mark whispers as he stabs the somewhat frozen ice cream.

"Well, you better make up your mind because the fights tomorrow night." Jeno says, a slightly defeated tone.

Mark looks over at him, and then sets down his ice cream.

"What do you think we should do?" Mark asks, facing the other.

"I don't know, I don't want to fight but it seems we have no choice sometimes." Jeno admits.

"But now we do have a choice! How about we go to court, ourselves! We can convince them together." Mark suggest.

"I don't know Mark, that's kinda risky don't ya think?" Jeno asks unsure, rubbing his nape.

"Jeno, please. All we have to do is convince them that not all of us want violence. We can do it." Mark assures, a determined face plastered on.

Jeno deeply inhales before looking over at Mark.

After a moment, he looks away as he exhales in defeat.

"Fine, I'll go." Jeno says. "We can't tell anyone though! Jaemin will lock me up in the house forever if he knew I did this." Jeno panics.

"I promise!" Mark quickly says, before getting up and grabbing his jacket. Putting it on, he rushes towards the door. "Let's go!"

"Wait— now?!" Jeno yells, and watches Mark leave. "Hey wait up!" Jeno yells as he grabs his jacket and runs to catch up.

The ice cream forgotten.

Mark and Jeno walk to the court house, and Jeno couldn't help but feel anxiety as he steps onto the Socs turf.

"Mark, this is a bad idea." Jeno whispers, rubbing his sweaty hands on his jeans.

It's pitch black outside now, and the moon was the only thing shining down on them. They were pretty far away from home, and Mark knew Haechan was worried. Jeno also knew this, and he knew he would be dead by the time he got back home to Jaemin.

"No, don't back out now. We still have convincing to do." Mark whispers.

They stay close to one another, looking everywhere for signs of Socs out. Any Soc would love to take on two cowardly looking bikers in their turf, and Mark knew this by heart by what he's seen.

Luckily, they saw the court house in front of them.

"There it is." Jeno whispers.

"Let's go." Mark says as he grabs Jeno's hand and takes off running towards it.

Once their in the front of it, they open the door and enter the large building. Mark spots the register and walks up to her, she seems to not notice as she's writing something down.

"Excuse me." Mark says, and she looks up with a small smile. That smile is quickly washed away though, as it's replaced with fear. Mark notices this and waves his hands in front of her.

"Don't worry we're not here for trouble. We just wanna see the head judge." Mark explains quickly.

The woman still has fear in her eyes, but her face seems to calm the slightest.

"S-She won't see anyone right now." She explains in a small voice.

"Please, we need to talk to her." Jeno steps in, and the lady looks over at him. She takes a deep breath, and exhales slowly as she gathers herself.

"Ok, but you have to promise me you mean no harm, and not to anger her." She whispers.

"We promise." They say in a allusion.

She then leads them down a hallway, and there they get looks from many, many people. Feared ones, and sometimes angered ones. Mark ignores them though, his mind set on one thing and that one thing is to stop this upcoming disaster before it happens.

She stops at a golden brown door, so long it reached the roof of the place. It looked like royalty. She then looks at them before opening the doors slowly, and sticking her head in.

"You have guest Mrs. Choi." The lady says.

"I thought I said no audience until tomorrow." A woman says inside the room, a very professional voice ringing in both the bikers ears.

"Yes, well these two are desperate. I believe it's important as well." The lady says, before coming out again and opening the doors for both.

Mark and Jeno slowly walk in, and Mark's eyes catch dark red hair. He then smells smoke, and sees a cigarette in the woman's hand. Her back was facing them as shes laid back in her chair. The door closes behind them causing Jeno to flinch.

"State your names." She says in a careless tone.

"I'm Mark, this is Jeno." Mark says in the most professional voice he can do, but right now he's never felt so nervous.

"State your occasion." She says, and Mark notices the cigarette disappear. She inhales as she breaths out smoke into the room.

"We wish to request something." Mark says.

"And what would that be?" The woman asks.

"We wish to keep the land on the bikers turf left alone." Mark says in somewhat a rushed voice.

The woman freezes in her spot, and then sits up in her chair slowly. Jeno holds his breath as she turns around, her eyes widening as she sees them. Mark sees the make up covering her face, the red lipstick making it seem like the devil himself.

"What did you just say?" She says in a daring tone.

"I wish to keep the land belonging to us alone, untouched by your men." Mark says in a determined voice.

"And just who do you think you are?" She says in a raised voice, rising from her desk.

"We're just motorcyclist. We mean no harm but I'm afraid if you don't undo what your about to do, I can guarantee that no longer." Mark says in a low voice.

The woman stares at both of them, taking their approach and appearances in. She then walks to a window that the moon shines in on, and stares outside.

"I can tell your not like the others." She says.

Mark and Jeno stay silent, not knowing what to say.

"Just how do you expect them to believe you, saying that we will not take their land. What will change?" She asks, looking back at them.

"Because, I have the access to the leader of the whole turf." Mark explains, and the lady raised her eyebrow to this. "And in exchange, we'll give up our supply of guns." Mark says as final.

Jeno widens his eyes at this, and is left speechless.

The woman puts her cigarette in a bowl, and walks over to stand face to face with Mark. A daring moment is caught.

"Your stepping on dangerous land here boy." The lady whispers, and Mark gets a whiff of the cigarette smell.

"So be it, you either take my request or have your men fight ours." Mark threatens.

"Is that a threat?" The woman asks with daring eyes.

"Depends on how you take it." Mark whispers.

They have a staring contest for a moment, testing each other's abilities. The woman finally smiles, and she withdraws as she walks back to her desk.

"It's a deal. You give us your supply of guns, and we will leave you and your land alone." The woman states as she reaches out her hand for Mark to shake.

"Deal." Mark states as he shakes it.

"Are you crazy! Haechan's gonna kill you! No, he's gonna kill us!" Jeno yells, stepping out of the court house.

"Did you not hear what she just said!" Mark yells back, and Jeno shuts up almost instantly. "She said she'd leave us and our land alone! This means we don't have to deal with them anymore, no more violence! We don't even need guns anymore!"

"I guess but—" Jeno starts.

"There is no 'but's' Jeno! It's final! We don't have to worry about anything anymore. It's over." Mark says flatly.

Jeno nods in defeat, and then looks up at Mark.

"How do you plan to tell Haechan?" Jeno asks.

"I don't know yet, but he'll understand." Mark whispers. "I hope."

Mark finally steps into the apartment building, Jeno's gone as he went home in a panic. He was going on about how Jaemin was gonna kill him. Mark couldn't believe it, but he laughed at him anyway.

Opening the door to the apartment, the first thing he saw was Haechan sit up immediately from the couch.

"Where were you! I was worried sick I thought you were dead!" Haechan yells, walking over to Mark.

Mark closes the door, furrowing his eyebrows as he looks up at the other who has now cornered him in the door way.

"Haechan just listen to me for a second—" Mark tries calmly.

"No! Do you know how many sick people there are out there Mark!? People who would kill just to get what they want. I cant have you doing this, you could've gotten jumped! Or worse, died—" Haechan yelled.

"I went to the court house!" Mark yells as he cuts the other off. Annoyed with the nonsense Haechan was speaking of.

Haechan widens his eyes as he stays quiet for a moment.

"What? W-wha— are you crazy?" Haechan asks bewildered.

"Maybe, I don't know! What I do know is that their not taking our land anymore!" Mark says.

"How do know they won't?" Haechan asks in disbelief.

"Because I made a deal with a head judge." Mark states, and Haechan is taken back. "We agreed to leave the bikers turf alone." Mark says, rubbing his nape. "Under one condition."

"What's that?" Haechan asked in hurry.

"We give up our supply of weapons." Mark states.

Haechan widens his eyes in shock, but then furrows his eyebrows.

"No! No no no! No way! No way in hell are they taking out guns!" Haechan yells as he backs away.

"Haechan please! They're useless to us now! We don't need them!" Mark yells.

"Mark—"

"It's me or the guns!" Mark yells as he cuts Haechan off. Haechan looks up to make eye contact with Mark.

Mark couldn't help his eyes get teary, and a small sob rising in his throat.

"Mark, don't do this." Haechan whispers in a plead voice.

"It's your choice Haechan. The guns leave.." Mark trails off as he stares at the other.

"Or I do."

"Mark don't be this way, please—" Haechan tries to reach out to him, but Mark backs away. Hurt is plastered on Haechan's face at this.

"It's your choice Haechan." Mark whispers.

Haechan stares at the other, and Haechan felt his heart hurt.

"Mark, let me think about this." Haechan says.

"Ok." Mark whispers, and opens the door to leave. Hoping to give Haechan space to think. Not even half way out the door he's quickly stopped. A arm slithers around his waist and he's pulled back into the others chest.

"Don't leave, please." Haechan says in the softest voice Mark has ever heard from him. He feels guilt rising in his stomach.

Haechan slowly grasps the others on the door nob, closing the door.

"Sleep here." Haechan says, Mark barely hearing the pleaded whisper.

Mark didn't know what to do or what to say, so he simply turns around and walks out of Haechan's grasp. Entering Haechan's room, leaving him at the door.

Of course Mark felt horrible after what he did, but he couldn't risk getting attached again. He couldn't risk his plan falling apart. He takes off his jacket, feeling exhausted as he climbs into the others bed. He lies himself on the far edge, giving Haechan the cold shoulder. He knew it was mean, he knew Haechan was already hurt, but he couldn't risk this.

This was his chance of doing something that would make people proud of him, and for once, he thinks he's right.

He closes his heavy eyes, giving a small sigh before drifting off.

Haechan looks into the bathroom mirror, his reflection looking back at him. He then shakes his head as he looks down.

'Foolish.' Is all he could think.

He can't lose Mark, he knows he can't, and if he did he'd lose himself. He'd go crazy without him. Without the guns though, they have no protection against whatever is thrown at them. Then again, Mark made a deal with the head judge.

'They'd leave us alone.' Haechan thought.

That's when his mind clicked, and he looked up into the mirror. What is he thinking, why is he being so foolish.

Mark is the one he wants, the one he needs. The one he loves. Guns could never replace that, could never replace him. How could he be so stupid.

Haechan huffs as he walks out of the bathroom, and into his room where the other is sleeping. Haechan frowns upon seeing Mark sleeping so close to the edge, and also giving him the cold shoulder.

He then grabs his jacket as he puts it on, determination in his heart rising. He was just about to leave the room when he stops himself, and looks over his shoulder at the boy sleeping in his bed.

"I'm doing this for you love." He whispers, and walks out of the room.

Haechan walks out of his apartment, and jogs over to his motorcycle. He gets on, and roars it as he turns it on. He then drives out, one thought and person on his mind.

He drives to the other motorcyclist turf, and parks his motorcycle right in front of the one persons house. He gets off, and goes to his front door. Giving it a knock or two, he hears footsteps from inside the trailer.

The door opens, and reveals a tired looking Seung.

"Oh? Didn't expect the leader himself to show up at my door at 1am in the morning." Seung shows a small smirk.

"Yea Yea, we have some stuff to talk about." Haechan says as he walks into the trailer.

"Oh yea go ahead invite yourself in." Seung says, and closed the door.

Haechan then looks over at the other.

"The fights canceled." Haechan says flatly.

"What? Sorry but I'm not sure I heard that correctly." Seung says in disbelief.

"The fights cut off. The court and our gang made a deal. They're leaving us and our land alone. We just have to give up our supply of guns." Haechan states.

"Well well, look whose being a hero." Seung says, and scoffs as he shakes his head. Grabbing a beer from his counter.

"Give it up Seung, the fights canceled, and there's no going back. Give up your supply of guns." Haechan says, getting annoyed with him.

"What if we don't?" Seung teases.

Haechan furrows his eyebrows as he walks right up to the other, and snatches him by his shirt collar.

"Oh trust me. Your going to, one way or another. We're not fighting them, but mark my words bastard. We'll always be ready to fight you." Haechan warns. "And I don't think that would be a pleasant sight to see, knowing how many men you have, and how many men I have."

Seung stares into his eyes, embarrassed and angered. He knew he had a shortage of men, and Haechan had power he did not.

"Your a pain in the ass you know that?" Seung spats.

Haechan smirks, knowing he won as he lets go of the other.

"Who doesn't." Haechan says with a smile as he walks out the trailer door.

Getting on his motorcycle, he couldn't help but feel accomplished. He makes his way back to his place, exhausted at what time it is.

Walking in, he takes off his jacket, throwing it on the couch. He then walks to his room, and closes the door as he walks in. He slowly gets into bed, hoping not to make the other awaken by his movement.

After he got himself under the covers, he wraps a hand around the others waist, pulling him closer until his back collided with his chest. He develops Mark into a tight embrace, and snuggles close to the other.

"I love you." Haechan whispers, before closing his eyes and joining Mark in dreamland.