Mayday - ix
Genre; Horror
Length; 2,500+ words
Warning(s); character death, blood, violence
Mark’s p.o.v.
He stood there, dead centre of the living room, with nothing but sheer terror dripping from his face. His heart felt heavy as his entire body filled with this feeling of complete and utter dread. "Young- Youngjae.." He muttered as his legs seemed to just give in beneath him, sending him down onto the floor on all fours. "He- He found her.."
Jaebum shot up as the other's looked down at their Hyung with wide eyes. "Wait are you serious??" Jae asked, trying to hide the nasty feeling that began to consume him.
Mark weakly nodded as he attempted to regain his composure, sitting up onto his knees he held his cell out for everyone to see. "Jackson... It was Jackson.." He said dryly.
The maknaes looked as if they had been turned to stone. How could someone they all trust do something like this? How could he want to hurt the men he called his brothers- his family?
"Youngjae.." Mark uttered again as he began to think of the worst case scenario, "We need to go find them. I can't let anything bad happen to him or y/n.."
To his surprise, the other's agreed, each of the stunned men nodding as they thought of the danger to two of you could be in. "I'll call the detective-" Jinyoung said while standing from his spot, pulling out his phone. "Maybe he can track where his texts were sent from."
"Good-" Mark replied, nodding as he stood from his spot; preparing himself to run out that door right now and just drive until he found his friend's car.
Watching his friend rise up from the floor, for some reason, made Yugyeom jumpy. Scooting over to his Hyung, he grabbed his forearm- shaking his head as if he already knew what was going through his mind. "Hyung, don't try anything.." He softly pleaded, "What if something ha-"
Immediately the older man harshly pulled his arm away; nothing but pure hatred and rage filled him. "What?" He shouted, "What if something happens to me?!" Suddenly he grabbed the younger man by the collar of his shirt, violently pulling him up from his seat. "Do you even know what kind of fucking danger my girlfriend and our Youngjae can be in right now?" He practically snarled, "He- That fucking bastard could fucking kill them, if he hasn't already, and yet you're worried about me?"
Jaebum and Bambam rushed over to the pair, separating them. "Yah!" Jaebum shouted back at Mark, pulling him away from their youngest. "Don't be a fucking prick, Hyung. He's just trying to fucking help."
Bambam hugged his startled friend, "Yugyeom-ah it's okay he didn't mean it.." He said, gently patting his back as they sat back down. "Dude you need to fuck-" Just before Bam could finish his sentence, Jinyoung cut him off; shooting him a threatening glare as his attention turned to Mark.
"Do you really just want to take off and just drive around and hope you find them?" He said through gritted teeth while waiting for Detective Kim to pick up. "I know you want to find them and get them home, but you can't be stupid about this and go in blind."
Closing his eyes, Mark shifted out of Jae's grasp; leaning himself against the wall. A faint sigh left him as he back down to the floor beneath him, bring his knees into his chest. "I know.. I know.." He replied, gulping as he just silently prayed you'd both be okay.
Just as Mark was about to dwell deeper into his own thoughts and worries, Jinyoung suddenly knocked him back into his horrid reality, “Hello?” He rapidly said as he put the phone on speaker.
“Hello, who is this?” A woman on the other line sweetly said.
Clearing his throat Jinyoung looked around the room, watching all of his friend's worried faces, “Um yes, this is Park Jinyoung- I’m calling because we need to talk to Detective Kim.” He replied, running his fingers through his hair as Jae walked over to him. “It’s urgent.”
Y/n’s p.o.v.
You sat there, streaks of dried tears and blood on your cheeks. Jackson wasn’t there again, you knew he couldn’t go back to the dorm because if Mark knew what he had done now, surely the others would too. Where could he have gone off to? Most importantly what was he planning to do?
You sat there with your knees pulled into your chest as Youngjae’s what seemed to be near lifeless body laid sprawled out in front of you. He was thankfully still alive, barely though.
“Young- Youngjae..” You shakily stuttered as your friend suddenly twitched.
Suddenly the older man haphazardly turned around, facing you. His face almost seemed disfigured from the brutal beating, but you couldn't tell too much from the mix of dried and fresh blood that covered his entire face. “Y/n... Y/n..” He replied, his voice sounded scratchy- airy, almost as if he had trouble breathing with every word he spoke. “Y/n where- where are we?..”
Your heart shattered the instant your heard his question, “Sh, Sh...” You whimpered out as tears began to gather once more despite you thinking you had been run dry. “Don’t- Don’t speak, just try to relax okay?” You sniffed, wiping your streaming tears with the backs of your hand as you watched your badly beaten friend drag himself over to you.
He did nothing but quietly lay his head across your lap while gently rubbing your shin, “Are you okay? He asked, seeming to have completely forgotten about his own injuries as he worried about your well being.
Nodding, you wiping your flooding tears away once more as you looked down at him- flashing him a reassuring, toothy smile but before you could utter a word that dreaded sound of the heavy front door rung through the small room. Your heart seemed to fall the instant you heard his footsteps follow.
“Y/n..” He softly called out as he turned the corner into the room he kept you in, “I- I don’t want to do this..” He said as he looked over at you with that emotionless expression of his.
Fear immediately filled you as you saw the metallic object in his hand- a gun. You were going to die... You would die at the hands of that man you once would’ve trusted with your life. “Ja- Jackson..” You whimpered, rivers poured down your cheeks as he cocked the gun causing you to wince at it made that awful, stomach-churning click. “Pl- Please don’t... don’t do this..”
Staying silent the entire time, he just calmly strutted over to you; crouching down in front of you as he took your face into his hand. “Hush, babygirl..” He cooed, shaking his head at your pleas. “It’ll be over in a second..”
Immediately you closed your eyes thinking that was it, but as more than a few seconds passed you slowly reopened them as he stood from his spot. He suddenly grabbed Youngjae wrist and attempted to pull him away from you. Your eyes widen and your heart ached as you instinctively clung onto him.
“Please don’t, please!!” You screamed this heart-shattering scream as you protectively wrapped your arms around your friend. As you held onto him, you could feel his hand gently grip your bicep as his own fear skyrocketed.
Rolling his eyes, Jackson scoffed at your weak attempt to protect him. “I’m sick-” He snarled through gritted teeth as he roughly grabbed a fistful of you hair- forcing your tear-filled gaze up at him, “-and fucking tired of you being such a bad little girl..” Out of nowhere, the handle of the gun connected with your cheekbone practically knocking you back as he yanked the younger man away from you.
“Jackson.. please don’t hurt him..” You mousily whimpered as he nearly tossed Youngjae away from you. Turning his attention back to you, his foot slammed against his chest so hard you could swear you heard ribs crack as a raspy gasp for hair escaped you.
Watching as you fell to the floor, Jackson was about to take another step towards you- not quite done with your beating until Youngjae somehow managed to grab his ankle.
You silently watched in horror as you still were trying to find your breath. This calm yet completely deranged expression covered Jackson’s face as he slowly turned to face the younger man, raising the gun- pointing right at his chest.
Tears trickled down Youngjae’s bloodied face as you started up at him, his body shook with fear as the realisation that today would be his last day on Earth washed over him. “Hyung..” He softly called out to that man he once called his brother before Jackson mercilessly shot him twice in the chest right then and there.
Your shallow, quick breaths became completely erratic as you began to endlessly sob. Your friend weakly looked over at you, offering you that angelic smile once more before taking his final breath of air. You sobbed as you watched the bright light of pure hope and happiness that once illuminated from him faded into a fog of nothingness.
“Youngjae...” You whimpered through your frantic sobs as you attempted to crawl over to him so he wouldn’t just lay there on the icy concrete floor alone. Jackson halted any movement you made to get closer to his body; his foot gently pressed against your throat, pushing you back down to the ground.
Shaking his head, he just looked down at you with those glazed over, dark eyes of his. “Don’t even think about it..”
Mark’s p.o.v.
He began to frantically pace back and forth as Jinyoung spoke with the detective. “Yes, Sir-” He heard his friend politely say, “Alright, I’ll tell them you and your team, will be here soon. Thank you, goodbye.”
Mark’s eyes lit up as his heart raced at his friend's goodbye. “What did he say?” He immediately asked the second Jinyoung hung up.
“Well-” Jinyoung sighed as he turned his gaze from the floor over to his anxious friends. “He doesn’t know for sure if they’d be able to find out where Youngjae was messaging from, but he’s coming over with his team and they’re going to try.”
Mark nodded as he let out a relief filled sigh, he just couldn’t stop thinking of bringing you and his best friend home safe and sound again.
No less than ten minutes passed and Detective Kim, as well as his small five-member team arrived- knocking the front door. Immediately Jae rushed to the door, greeting them one by one as they entered the dorm.
“Mark.” Detective Kim automatically called out to him, motioning him to come closer. As Mark walked over to him, greeting him with a quick bow before anything. “We’re going to need your phone-” He said in that calm tone of him, “-My analyst..” He added as a tall, slender man stepped forward, “Mr. Woo will be the one that will try to locate your friend’s phone.”
Mr. Woo stood there with a black briefcase by his side, “Do you mind if I use your dining table to set everything up?”
Immediately Mark and the others nodded in response, “Oh- Yes, Yes, of course, Sir.” He said, motioning over to the already cleared table. As the older man weaved through the others, setting up as he got to the wooden table. Mark found himself nervously messing with the bottom hem of his shirt as he nervously asked, “Do you think you’ll be able to locate them?”
The older man shrugged and smacked his lips as he pulled out a chair, taking a seat in front of the small odd looking laptop. “I can’t promise you anything, but I swear to you- I’ll try.” He replied as he reached his hand out to the boy. “I’ll need your phone now.”
Nodding, Mark pulled his phone from his pocket and quickly handed it over. “How long does it usually take to find out where someone is?”
Mr. Woo sighed as he hooked Mark’s phone up to the device, “Well-” He said, his eyes focused on the bright screen as he began typing away. “It can take anywhere from ten minutes to an hour or two.”
Mark’s eyes went wide at the sense of relief he had once filled replaced itself with panic, “An hour or two?!” He shouted, running his hands through his hair in frustration as the room suddenly went silent. “Do you guys not understand the severity of this situation? Do you know get that my best friend and girlfriend could be fucking dead by the time we get to them?”
“Sir I-” Mr.Woo replied but was immediately cut off by Detective Kim.
“Mark, we deal with cases like this all the time.” The detective calmly replied, signally for his analyst to continue working. “We’re going to try to get a read on their location as fast as we can, but you have to calm down and let Mr. Woo do his job.”
Mark turned, resting his forehead against the wall for a moment before violently punching it. “I’m tired of sitting here and just doing fucking nothing..” He sighed through gritted teeth, his hands still clenched in tight fists.
“Hyung we all are..” Bam said as he immediately stopped Yugyeom from trying to go comfort him due what happened previously.
Jaebum nodded as he rested his head on his hand, “The detectives are going to find them. You just need to let them do their job..”
Mark ran his fingers through his hair as he glanced up at the ceiling- his mind running completely rampant with awful thoughts. Tears gathered at the inner corners of his eyes, spreading to his waterline just as they trickled down his cheeks. “What if they’re already dead?” He muttered nothing but pain coated his words. “What if he killed them?..”
“Don’t- Don’t say things like that, Hyung-” Yugyeom mousily replied, his own eyes watering as he felt his friend’s distress. “-Youngjae is strong, y/n is strong. They’d never allow themselves to leave the world like that..”
Before Mark could say a thing, Mr. Woo suddenly leapt up from his chair- startling just about everyone in the room as he kept his eyes fixated on his computer screen. “Sir, I got a read on their location.”
Immediately, Detective Kim rushed over to the older man, “Where are they?” He bluntly asked while leaning on the table.
Pointing at the screen, Mr. Woo highlighted the address. “If this is correct, from what I could find, the last message was sent from an abandoned building just outside of Seoul..” He replied, “The signal is gone now, but I doubt they left. The phone was more than likely damaged in some way.”
‘Abandoned building...’ Mark thought to himself as his dried his falling tears, peering over the men's shoulders. He repeatedly scanned the highlighted address, memorising it. “I need to go- I need to go now..” He blurted out, rushing passed the others and out of the building before anyone could stop him.
“Damn it..” Detective Kim murmured as he turned to his silent team, “Call for backup- and a bus, I have a feeling we’re gonna need it.”
To be continued..