❝ ᴍᴀʀᴋ ʙᴀʙʏ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ
ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛᴇ ᴀ sᴛᴏʀᴍ. ᴛʜᴀᴛ's
ɴᴏᴛ ʜᴏᴡ ʜᴜᴍᴀɴs ᴡᴏʀᴋ. ❞ 

Mark put his hands together and blew on them, trying to heat himself up. The distance between his house and the one he had just left, was massive. He was so surprised that they lived that far away, and thst there was no mode of transport he could've used. Mark wasn't scared of the fact that he was walking through the dark streets, but instead that his parents might think ill of him, for returning home at such an odd time. Ever since he was younger, he was known as the perfect kid, that was after his older brother disappeared.

Mark's grades at school jumped up and he somehow became better at sports. The people at his school started appreciating him more, and he was getting more well known for his improvement. But as that happened, Mark's personality changed as well. In front of his parents, he would not dare to talk about the things he would do. He would skip class, stay out late (once his parents were asleep of course), and he even thought of having alcohol before he turned 18. He only thought that, but couldn't bring himself to do it.

"Lee Minhyung." His mum said, as soon as Mark entered the house. She never actually called him by his Korean name, only did it when she was extremely annoyed at him, or worried. The last time she called him Minhyung was when he forgot to tell his parents about a school trip, and they waited outside his school for a whole hour before they finally returned. "Where in the world were you?"

"Alright, I have a good explanation." Mark stared, taking a seat opposite the one his mum was sitting in, and ignored the stare his dad was giving him. To be very honest, his dad was less strict, but his mum was more understanding, and so, he approached her first. He didn't want to lie to them, and honestly, the group he just met never said anything about not telling anyone. "You know the storm that occured at my school?"

His parents nodded and then urged him to continue. After they had seen the news of their child's school being engulfed in a storm, of course the only thing they could do was worry. He wasn't picking up his phone, mostly because Donghyuck accidentally dropped it out of Mark's bag, resulting in it cracking, and because Mark was unconscious for most of his time away.

"I caused it." Mark confessed, taking a deep breath and then leaning back. His parents exchanged looks, and then let out a laugh, telling Mark to not joke about something like that, and especially not now. Mark had done this multiple times before. Once he finished reading a comic, he would slide down the stairs, staring into space and muttering some things his parents didn't quite catch. He would then sigh loudly and put his head on the kitchen counter, looking up at his dad as he cooked. Then Mark would sigh again until they asked him what was wrong. Mark would end up telling them what happened in the story, and then blink a few times and jump, yelling something about how he was going to search for a radioactive spider.

"Mark, baby." His mum said, muffling her laughter with her hands. "You can't create a storm. That's not how humans work."

"That's the thing mum!" Mark replied, shuffling forwards in his seat and placing his elbows on his knees. He was going to make sure that his parents believed him. "I had just gotten rejected-"

"You like someone?" Mark's dad interrupted him and poked the glasses that sat on the bridge of his nose. "Mark, you should tell us about this kind of stuff. We understand you're a growing teenager, but we need to know this kind of information."

"Okay okay." Mark's mum put her hands up and then gestured for her husband to be quiet. "But first, finish your story."

"I got rejected and then the storm began." Mark explained, using his hands to show how a large cloud formed. "Then when I told the storm to go away it created a hole, directly above me!" Mark emphasised his point by holding up a finger towards himself, poking it into his chest. "And then when Donghyuck knocked me out, the storm disappeared apparently."

"Wait, who knocked you out?" Mark's dad asked, completely ignoring the other things Mark said.

"It doesn't matter right now!" Mark exclaimed, throwing his hands up in frustration. All he really wanted to do was tell his parents about how he had powers, so that they could be amazed by him. "Listen, I have powers, and the reason I was not replying to you guys, was because I was busy with some other people who are like me."

Mark's parents remained silent as Mark finished his sentence, taking a deep breath to calm himself down. The two glanced at each other and then turned to Mark, a faint smile appearing on their faces. It wasn't as if Mark was asking for too much, all he wanted was someone else to know about this power.

"That's...really cool Mark." His dad said slowly, before standing up to leave. Mark's mum followed and the two left the room. Mark stared at the door, which had now closed, and squinted his eyes. A thin layer covered his vision and it became blurry. All he wanted was some praises. Mark shook his head and got up, slightly glad that his parents believed him and then quickly walked into his room, eager to change out of the clothes he was wearing.

As Mark pulled over his hoodie and ruffled his somewhat damp hair, because of the shower he had just taken, hushed voices could be heard from outside his room. Mark wobbled to his door and pressed an ear against, able to make out what was being said.

"Should we call someone?" Mark's mum asked in a quiet voice. A few grunts was heard as the response before Mark's dad agreed. "But who do we call? He's our son, and I don't want him to be hurt but, we can't afford for him to be walking around the streets telling people he's got superpowers."

"I don't know!" His dad replied, and Mark bit his bottom lip. So they didn't believe him in the end. Mark was about to tear himself away from the door, when his dad continued. "He needs help, so maybe we could contact an asylum, or perhaps a therapist. I knew we should've never gotten him comic books."

Mark's eyes widened as he heard the house phone get picked up and his dad ask questions to someone on the call. He hurried to his wardrobe and pulled out a couple of hoodies, alongside a bunch of other clothes. Mark stuffed them into a bag and threw it over his shoulders. He tiptoed back to his door and heard his parents make a confirmation about meeting them tomorrow morning to further discuss Mark's 'problem'.

"Shit, shit, shit." Mark muttered, sprinting over to his window and pulling it open, hoping that the creaking noise it made wasn't too loud. Without thinking twice, Mark poked his head through the window and jumped out, thanking the fact that his room was on the first floor only. He landed on the ground and then brushed off any dirt that got on him. Mark looked up one last time at his house, frowning as he saw the light to his parents' room switch off, and then turned around, making his way to the only people he could've thought of at that moment.

The door opened and Renjun rubbed his eyes lazily, his other arm scratched the stomach beneath his shirt. He looked at up and down at Mark and then decided to close the door too tired to deal with anything. But Mark jerked forwards, catching his body between the door and then licked his dry lips, ignoring the way sweat ran down his face because of all the running he did.

"I need help." Mark said, clutching tightly on the strap of the bag that he had a few pieces of clothing in. Renjun mumbled a small, 'with what', and Mark continued, hoping they could help him. "I told my parents about my powers and-"

"Why would you do that?!" Renjun asked, now fully awake and unable to hold the anger that burst into him after hearing those few words. "You never tell your parents! I thought you had read enough stories to know that."

"I thought they would understand." Mark replied, lowering his head in disappointment towards his own parents, and then shook his head, raising it again to meet Renjun's eyes. "They called someone and they said they were going to pick me up tomorrow."

"Tomorrow? For god's sake." Renjun groaned, stretching his hand forwards and grabbing Mark's, dragging him through the house and into an empty room. "Stay here until we say so."

Renjun closed the door and Mark heard a loud click from it. Locked, he thought, eyeing the door and then turning around to check the room out. It wasn't bad, since it had a comfortable looking bed and a small lamp that hadn't been switched on yet. The window in the room caused a grey colour to be spread across the walls, making Mark's mood drop even more as the blanket of the dull colour enveloped him. He didn't think his parents would do something so harsh towards their own son.

Sure, he sounded crazy, but they were his parents. They were supposed to understand. Yet, they didn't. Mark dropped onto the bed, bringing his hands to his face and letting out a whine. He was tired. The whole day was a mess. He had got rejected by the person he had been loving for years, and also found out that she was in fact extremely fake and didn't deserve anything Mark was willing to offer her. Mark got whipped into a storm, which he actually created, and then got kidnapped, technically, and brought into a house with people he hadn't spoken to before. And now here he was, escaping the horrible fate his parents were trying to lure him into.

"I just need sleep for the moment." Mark said to himself, turning around in the bed, heading a few of his bone crack in an unpleasant way, and then shut his eyes, allowing sleep to wash over him.

It had only been around 7 hours since Mark had been sleeping, when someone harshly knocked on Mark's door, telling him to come out. Mark twisted on the bed, stretching his limbs out, before sitting up as he remembered that the person who had just called him was not him mum, but in fact Jisung.

Mark stumbled out of the room, which was now unlocked, and followed the shadow in the dimly lit hallways. He was then greeted by a bright light and he covered his eyes with his hands, slowly adjusting to it before looking around the room. Jisung had taken his seat next to Chenle, and Jeno, Renjun, and Jaemin, were huddled up in the other corner of the room. As Mark entered, the group looked up and then let out a sigh, to show Mark they were were exhausted because of what he did.

"Hey...? So, what happened?" Mark gulped, a little conscious because of all the eyes that were on him. The empty seat next to Jeno was soon taken by Mark, and Renjun opted to speak for the rest.

"A lot." Renjun said, running a hand through his already dishelleved hair, and then rubbed his eyes, a yawn escaping his mouth. "After I left you in that room, I had to wake Nana up, so that he could fix your mistake. We didn't tell you this yesterday, since it seemed too much, but Nana's kisses don't only have the power of body switching and control."

"Then what else?" Mark asked, not exactly that interested by Jaemin's other power, as his main focus was on his parents, but still questioned this.

"He's not called the power storage box for nothing." Renjun said, pointing at Jaemin, who smiled brightly and nodded his head. "He also has mind control, so, when he kisses, he can control your brain, including memories."

Mark's eyes widened at the specific mention of the term 'memories'. He glanced at Jaemin who only returned it with a small sad smile, and then turned back to Renjun, hoping what he had just thought was not true.

"Since you're parents found out about this." Renjun continued, scratching the back of his head as he thought of the many different way he could explain what happened to Mark. "Jaemin had to remove the memory of you telling them you have powers, but...there's a fault in Jaemin's power." Renjun looked at Jaemin, before sighing and finishing his explanation. "When he removed the memory of you telling them about your power, it was connected to a chain of other memories which linked back to you. So now they've forgotten about the incident that took place last night...and about your existence."

Mark's breathing hitched, and the hand he had creeping up to his neck dropped to his lap. The others in the room awkwardly sat in their chairs, not knowing what to do, and then waited for Mark to respond. But all he did was hold his head in his hands and take deep breaths. Although what his parents did was betray him they were only doing it because they thought there was something seriously wrong with their child. But now, they had no memory of any child. Mark blinked back the tears in his eyes and then nodded rapidly.

"So now what?" Mark asked, looking around the room, to some extent annoyed but the sympathetic stares he received. "I don't have a house, nor do I have any parents, and now how do I go to school?"

"First of all." Jeno cleared his throat, collecting everyone's attention and then pointed at Mark. "The room you were in can now be yours, you can live here with us. We don't have any parents anymore either, so it's alright, and you can still go to school, just no one will know about the whole parents thing."

"Yeah!" Jaemin cheered. "The room was empty because we were going to give it to someone in the end anyways, and this way it would be a lot more easier to train you and your powers."

The rest of the people in the room hummed in agreement, and then Renjun stood up, waving at the group as he declared he was going to sleep. Mark checked the date, and then thanked the fact that today was a Saturday. As he got up to leave, he scanned the room and then frowned. Donghyuck was nowhere to be seen.