Mark's blood was boiling. He strode fast down the back streets with his hands balled tightly into fists, ready to punch out anybody who dared to even glance at him the wrong way.

Fucking Jaemin, if only he had been somewhere else. Mark had known that he would be at the hospital visiting Jungwoo. He had planned to wait until he was properly alone, somewhere where no one could hear him scream for help. Damnit, he should have waited. Still, he had successfully terrified that weak little faggot. Mark smiled darkly to himself as he thought about the look of pure dread and fear in Jaemin's eyes when he told him he was coming for him.

It wouldn't be long.

Thanks to Mr Cho's handy class register Mark knew where Jaemin lived. Good thing he had decided to take note of that as well, he thought.

He didn't have long though. No doubt those stupid cops would be out looking for him. So stupid he had even managed to walk out of the police station. People had stared in confusion but none of those clueless idiots who worked there had tried to stop him. No wonder the world was shit, if it was up to those fools to try and save everyone.

Mark continued his fast pace toward his apartment. It would be dangerous to go back, given that would be the first place the cops would likely look for him but he needed to destroy any evidence the cops might find in his apartment. Mark was sure there was nothing but the less evidence the cops had the better.

They're not going to win. I can still control this.

Mark was so focused on what he needed to do that he jumped when his phone began vibrating in his pocket.

“Fuck's sake.” He cursed under his breath.

He pulled out his phone and frowned darkly at who was calling him.

“What the hell do you want Jaehyun?” Mark demanded.

“Please, before you hang up just hear me out Mark.” Jaehyun pleaded.

“Why should I? You probably just want me to come back to that Goddamn police station.” Mark scoffed.

“I do. Please Mark you have to. I told Detective Jun everything. About bullying everyone at school, about Doyoung, about why we broke into the school and about what we did to Jungwoo. She knows everything. They know everything now.” Jaehyun said.

Mark stopped in his tracks and had to go against every fiber in his body to not smash his phone on the ground.

“WHAT THE FUCK, JAEHYUN??!” Mark screamed through the phone at him. “How could you do that- why would you do that you fucking asshole?!”

“Please just listen to me Mark. Detective Jun said we have a chance of getting reduced sentences if we turn ourselves in and confess to everything. We haven't killed anybody so we still have a chance. So please just come back to the station.” Jaehyun insisted.

“Have you lost your fucking mind? That bitch is lying to you, she's playing you! How can you be okay with that?” Mark retorted.

“I'm not okay with it but I-” Jaehyun was cut of as Mark hung up on him.

“Fuck!”

Now Jaehyun had well and truly fucked everything up. Mark increased his pace to a run. He rounded a corner and his apartment complex came into view. He quickly scanned the carpark and the surrounding area. It didn't look like any cops were here yet. Good, that meant he still had time.

He cut across the road, sprinted through the carpark and up the stairwell, taking the steps two at a time. He slowed to a walk to catch his breath when he reached the fifth floor, taking the opportunity to take another look at the carpark below. Still no cops.

He reached his apartment and stopped in his tracks. The door was ajar. Someone had broken in? Or, Mark concluded, the cops had already searched his place. Mark steeled himself and pushed open the door, expecting to see his apartment pulled to pieces. When the door swayed open and he stepped inside though, everything was just as he had left it. Nothing was touched or out of place, nothing except for a tall, well built figure standing in the middle of the room.

Mark noticed him too late and a large hand grabbed hold of his arm before he could try and make a run for it.

“Wonho get the fuck off me! How did you even get in, did you break in?” Mark yelled.

He reached his hand out to latch onto the door frame but Wonho easily yanked him away from his only exit and threw him to the floor. Wonho slammed the door shut and locked it, then turned to stand over Mark.

Mark gulped down a breath as he stared up at Wonho. He was terrifyingly angry. Mark had thought he had seen Wonho angry but he had never seen him look like this before. Mark felt fear wrapping its icy cold fingers around his throat and he shuffled backwards, trying to distance himself from Wonho.

The distance between himself and Wonho was then eliminated when Wonho caught Mark's ankle in his vice-like grip and yanked him underneath him. He straddled him and placed his strong hands on Mark's chest, anchoring him to the floor. Mark couldn't move.

“You've been a very bad boy Mark.” Wonho began.

Mark started to panic. Usually when Wonho spoke like this to him he had this sick grin on his face as if he were enjoying himself but this time, this time not even a faint smile was present.

“I know everything that you've been up to Mark. The cops and that pretty detective lady came to see me early this morning to ask about you. She asked me all sorts of things that I had no clue about until she explained everything and her suspicions about you. So know I know everything. Do you enjoy what you are doing to those boys? Do you think that beating them and branding them and abusing them because they're gay is acceptable?” Wonho asked in a warning tone.

“It's your fucking fault you creep!” Mark yelled back.

Wonho frowned, taken off guard by Mark's response and Mark took the opportunity to elbow him in the face. His grip on Mark lessened slightly and he bit Wonho's arm. Wonho yelled out and he lashed out with his arm again, his elbow connecting with the bottom of Wonho's chin. The impact caused Wonho to slump backward and Mark wriggled out from beneath him.

He scrambled to his feet and grabbed the thing closest to him which was a dining chair and threw it between himself and Wonho. Wonho was already on his feet and he roared in anger. He pushed the chair out of the way and lunged at Mark who dodged him.

Mark now started throwing anything he could get his hands on at Wonho as he tried to get away; a cushion, books, a glass from the coffee table. He just needed to get to the front door.

Wonho dodged the glass and it smashed against the wall. He lunged again at Mark, missing him by a hair's length as Mark leaped onto the couch. All he needed to do was jump from the couch and over to the door and he would have a chance of outrunning Wonho.

His foot left the soft, squishy fabric of the couch, his hands extended out toward the door when he felt Wonho grab hold of his ankle. Mark was yanked violently downward and his head hit the side of the coffee table.

He cried out in pain, clutching at his head as his vision was knocked out of focus and the world began to spin. He tried to get up, to crawl, to do anything but his body wouldn't listen to him. He felt blindly around for anything to latch onto but Wonho already had his strong grip on him once again and he was dragged back into the center of the room.

“Do you like being in control Mark?” Wonho growled. “Do you want to hurt me too and beat me up?”

“Yes!” Mark spat back. He no longer cared about the repercussions of challenging Wonho; his anger and his fighting instinct had taken over.

Wonho replied by smashing Mark's face into the floor, forcing him against the ground. Wonho then tore his shoes from his feet and his fingernails scraped down Mark's backside when he ripped his pants and briefs down to his ankles.

“You sick pervert, it's all your fault! YOU RAPIST!” Mark yelled as loud as he could while he continued to struggle against Wonho's hold.

“WHY YOU LITTLE-!”

Something hard connected with the back of Mark's head and his forehead was propelled into the floor. His vision went blotchy and he suddenly felt like he needed to throw up but he continued to cling to his fighting spirit. It was all he had left.

He shrieked as Wonho roughly entered him, feeling his already scarred, delicate flesh tear with the force of him. He couldn't hold back his screams. The pain was ten times worse this time; Wonho was painfully unrelenting.

As Wonho thrust himself inside of him, Mark's fighting resolve slowly ebbed away and he only wished for the pain to stop.