Tears clouded Jaemin’s vision as he ran. He had to get away, as far away as he could.

Mark was coming for him.

He had heard Haechan telling Jeno and Jisung that he had seen Mark on the way here and that's when he realized; there was no point in hiding anymore. It was time to go.

Jaemin hated that he would be hurting Jeno but he couldn't do it anymore. The pain, the sadness, the fear, he couldn't handle any more of it. He just wished it would stop.

The only thing left had been to say goodbye to Jeno. He had written the note days ago but he had been unsure of how to give it to him or when to leave, but today was now the time. He brought the sleeve of his hoodie up to his eyes, wiping away his tears while he ran.

His eyes scanned the surrounding area, searching for the right place to end it all.

After spending many nights thinking about it Jaemin had decided on jumping. From a tall building he was guaranteed death. He wasn't afraid of heights and all he had to do was step off into the nothingness, then everything would be over. He wouldn't have to keep feeling the painful hollow ache in his heart, he wouldn't have to cry anymore, he wouldn't have to keep running from the fear that constantly tormented him, and Mark would never be able to hurt him like he had hurt his friends.

It will all be over soon.

He kept running, heading closer to an area of town where there were a cluster of high rise buildings.

He weaved past people, avoiding their questioning and judging glances at him; of the boy sprinting through the street in tears. He didn't stop for the traffic lights and ignored the screeching of tyres, the loud horns and the disgruntled shouts and cursing from drivers. None of it mattered, none if it.

Up ahead, he spotted a tall apartment building. It appeared to be older than the other surrounding buildings, it's windows had taken on a frosted appearance from years of weathering. Those older buildings didn't have pin pad entry to get into the building.

He slowed to a stop, wiping more fresh tears from his face and stared up at the building. A grey, cloudy sky spun over head and the tall structure suddenly seemed to be looming over him from across the street.

He scrunched his eyes shut and shook his head, stupid, don't be stupid, Jaemin scolded himself, Mark was coming for him and whatever plans Mark had for him would be much, much worse than standing on the edge of that building. It didn't even compare.

He opened his eyes and let them travel down from the rooftop to the ground floor. This will do. He shrunk his hands further into his sleeves, balling his fingers into fists around the fabric and took a step towards the building.

Though as soon as he took another step he froze mid-stride.

From across the street a set of dark, bloodthirsty eyes locked with his. Mark stood, oppressively staring him down and freezing him in place. Jaemin felt his throat constricting as if Mark had his hands around his throat and he struggled to breathe. His hand flew up to the collar of his hoodie, pulling it desperately away from his throat in a meaningless attempt to try and get air into his lungs.

His worst nightmare was coming true; Mark had finally come after him.

The cars, the traffic, the people on the street, it all faded out of Jaemin's vision and mind as he stood trapped in place by Mark's gaze. Mark also didn't move, he stood watching, like a wild beast hunting its prey, waiting for Jaemin to make the first move.

Jaemin managed to tear his eyes momentarily from Mark’s to glance over to the apartment building and then back to him. Mark narrowed his eyes.

Without a second thought Jaemin then sprinted towards the apartment building, his eyes forward, too scared to look behind him. He knew Mark was coming after him, he could hear his footsteps sprinting after him, could feel his killer intent nipping at his heels.

He didn’t slow as he slammed into the door to the building, forcing it open with his body and then sprinted through the atrium to the stairwell. He saw two options, take the left set of stairs or the right. In the middle of them stood an elevator, only there weren't enough precious minutes- even seconds- to stop and wait for it; Jaemin could feel Mark getting closer.

He grabbed onto the rusty handrail of the set of upstairs on the left, propelling his body forward and up. The scuffle and thump of shoes and feet against the stairs reverberated through the stairwell, his calf muscles burned from exertion, his heart pounded in his chest, his heartbeat mimicked the strong, hectic beat in his ears.

The roof, he just needed to get to the roof before Mark got to him.

Jaemin's throat quickly grew dry as he breathed heavily, his muscles craving more oxygen as he sprinted up each set of stairs, getting closer and closer to his destination many floors up.

Finally, he spotted an old rusted blue door that led out to the roof. He pushed his body, forcing himself to move faster and prayed that the door wouldn't be locked while he bolted up the last remaining steps to the door. He crashed into it, desperately clasping onto the cold metal doorknob and turned it. It opened with a tired screech, clearly not having been opened in a while and he stumbled out onto the roof.

A cold wind whipped at his face, an ominous grey sky peppered with the tops of nearby high rise buildings loomed around the edge of the building.

“JAEMIN THERE'S NOWHERE TO RUN!” screamed Mark, his voice echoing from the stairwell.

Jaemin turned, struggling to catch his breath and his eyes locked with Mark's. A hard lump stuck in his throat and he backed away as Mark slowed to a walk and also stepped onto the roof. He pulled the door shut and it clanged closed behind him, leaving just the two of them alone, the only sound being their heavy breathing and the whistling of the wind.

“What are you gonna do now, Jaemin? Are you scared?” Mark smirked, taking a step closer.

Jaemin shook his head at Mark's triggering words, he desperately tried to push back against the fear and panic that came rushing in and strangling his mind, stopping him from thinking straight. He couldn't do this anymore, this feeling that could literally stop him from breathing and paralyze his body, he didn't want it, he didn't want any of it anymore, he just wished for it all to go away.

“No more, no more, no more.” He whispered quietly.

He backed up further as Mark stepped closer.  He looked over his shoulder, the building’s edge was near, just a few more steps and a mid-thigh height concrete wall separated him from it.

It was time.

“No more, no more, no more.”

He reached the short wall and lifted himself up to stand on it. He swayed on his feet as the wind continued to whip around him and faced Mark.

“What the fuck do you think you're doing?”

A salty tear reached his lips.

No more, no more, no more

It's time.