Death & All His Friends
Title: Death & All His Friends
Author:fickleminded9
Pairing(s): None. Mark-centric (kinda)
Rating: PG
Genre: Crack
Warning(s): Character-death, offensive language, unbeta'd
Summary: Mark dies and becomes a Reaper.
Author's Note: I started this two years ago as an EXO fic, and ended up finishing it now as a GOT7 one.
When Mark wakes up, he is greeted by a pair of perfectly shaped eyebrows and with them, a head of perfectly styled hair.
The owner of both introduces himself as Jaebum.
Mark’s head is throbbing so hard that he barely hears being told that he is dead, and also, that he has been chosen to become a Reaper.
“You’re kidding,” Mark laughs, disbelieving, after the headache-from-hell subsides. He definitely cannot be dead, because well, he would feel different wouldn’t he? Heck, he doesn’t even remember dying.
Just as Mark is about to walk away though, Jaebum drags him towards the crowd of people nearby. It is then Mark notices that women in the throng are wailing, some with their eyes wide open with fright. The men too, are hysterical.
Mark moves forward, wondering what all the commotion is about, leaving Jaebum a few steps behind. And then, he sees it -- Mark sees himself. His very own body is sprawled on the sidewalk, lifeless and unmoving. There is a big puddle of crimson on the ground, and beside it, is his limp head.
“Call an ambulance!” someone shouts, just as a man steps forward to feel for Mark’s pulse. “He’s dead,” the man announces. “The kid is dead.”
Horrified gasps and murmurs are let out. Some of the onlookers start walking away.
“How did I die?” Mark asks Jaebum later on, after they have left the scene.
“Someone threw their television out of a window,” the other states matter-of-factly. “You, my friend, were lucky enough to get hit by it.”
Oh great, Mark rolls his eyes. He’s always wanted to die that way.
Being a Reaper, apparently, has more perks than being your common dead person. Well, according to Jaebum’ Reaper friend, Choi Youngjae anyway.
“You get to eat, sleep, touch things--”
“So basically, it’s like I never died.”
“Well, yeah,” Youngjae’s smile full of sunshine immediately disappears (because Mark just had to go and phrase it that way).
“Except,” Yugyeom, another one of Jaebum’ kind, chimes in. He, like Youngjae, looks more like an Angel than a Reaper. “You get assignments to remove people’s souls. Then, you escort them until they move on into the afterlife.”
“Not that tough a job, really.”
And it isn’t.
The information for Mark’s first Reap is delivered in a single piece of parchment, carried in the mouth of a cute little teacup pig. Youngjae says that it shows up at Jaebum’ doorstep every morning at the same time, always bringing the Reapers their instructions for the day. Name, Time of Death, Cause of Death -- it is all written down in neat penmanship.
“Why... a teacup pig?” Mark can’t help but ask. “Where does it even get the list from?”
Jaebum replies nonchalantly with a mere shrug. “Never thought to ask.”
Mark hadn't expected his first Reap to be on a Hong Kong Superstar.
He grits his teeth as he waits within the sea of screaming fans , getting whacked repeatedly by their flailing arms. Surely, the crowd couldn’t get any wilder than this, he thinks. But oh, is he proven wrong when Jackson Wang arrives, hair styled better than Jaebum’s, to start the fansign.
Finally, the line dwindles down and it’s Mark’s turn to get an autograph. He holds out a copy of Jackson’s album for the latter to sign and “accidentally” brushes his fingers on Jackson’s wrist as he does so. Jackson winks, thinking that Mark is flirting with him, but man, is he wrong -- at that moment, the air around the singer ripples -- a sight visible to Reapers’ eyes only -- and then... YES! Mark successfully removes Jackson’s soul.
A heavy beam falls onto Jackson’s body right after, creating a bloody mess.
Almost instantly, Jackson’s spirit appears next to Mark. “Did I just... die?” he asks. The fansign venue is now chaotic, horrified screams sounding everywhere.
“Yep,” Mark nods before gesturing towards the stage exit, which suddenly starts shining with blindingly white light. “Have a safe trip to Heaven,” he says. “Or whatever it is in there.”
“Hold on a sec -- are there hot chicks in Heaven?”
“Only one way to find out, man.”
And so, the same thing goes on and on -- Mark performs his Reaps; He continues playing the role of a soul thief, standing by as each of his clients face death. He never forgets to show them into the -- literal -- light right after.
“On whatever circumstances, please, please, please do not touch that light,” Jaebum warns when Mark asks him about it.
The Reapers have a break today -- the teacup pig showed up without anything in its mouth and Youngjae happily rewarded it with a biscuit. He then suggested they go try out this cafe in Busan.
“Why not?” Mark absentmindedly scans the laminated menu in his hands. He sees the words ‘bacon’ and ‘cheese’ together in the same sentence, and without a second thought, he decides on item 22.
Yugyeom says, “Unless you want to burn into non-existence...” then glares at Youngjae because the latter keeps fidgeting excitedly every two seconds beside him. “Reapers don’t get to go anywhere near that form of afterlife, Mark. We don’t exactly know why. ”
“Ready to order?” their waiter emerges right after Yugyeom utters that last sentence.
Mark looks up in response, only to freeze when he comes face-to-face with his childhood best friend.
“Jinyoung?” he blurts, without a second thought.
The waiter -- Jinyoung -- drops his pen in shock, eyes nearly bulging out of their sockets. “Mark?!” he exclaims, then apologizes profusely when the occupants of the next table shoot him pointed stares.
“W-what are you doing here? I thought you died.”
Silence hangs in the air as Mark scrambles for an answer, but before he can say anything, Jaebum is already swinging an arm around his shoulder, laughing way too loudly in his ear.
“Mark? Who’s ‘Mark’?” Jaebum continues to chuckle nervously. “People sure like to confuse you with that guy huh, Bam... bam.”
“Bambam? What sort of a name is that?” Yugyeom scoffs. Youngjae punches him in the shoulder. “Ow.”
Jinyoung narrows his eyes at the Reapers. “Don’t play dumb with me,” he says, pointing at Mark. “You’re definitely Mark Tuan from Seoul. I saw your picture in the condolences page of the newspaper last month.”
“Well then,” Jaebum starts, getting up from his seat. “I think.... it’s time... for us to run!” He gives Mark’s hand a hard yank, and at the speed of light, the four of them are out the door.
They continue to sprint through the neighbourhood with Jinyoung tailing behind.
“Why... is he... so fast...” Youngjae pants, darting an anxious nervous look behind his shoulder.
“He used... to be... on the track team...” Mark replies, still running.
Yugyeom, who was starting to fall behind, lets out a sudden yelp.
“Aha! Gotcha!”
Mark and Jaebum stop in their tracks, and Youngjae nearly crashes into them. At the same time, Yugyeom struggles,his wrist in Jinyoung’s grip of steel.
“Now that I’ve got your little friend, you can’t run away from me,” Jinyoung smirks.
Jaebum rolls his eyes. “You’re messing with Death, you know.”
“What? Threatening to kill me now?”
“Maybe.”
“Hey, hey, hey -- no, he isn't,” Mark steps in, giving Jaebum a warning look. He then turns to face Jinyoung.
“If I explain everything to you, will you let Yugyeom go?”
“Uh, Mark-hyung, I don’t think that’s a good idea...” Youngjae says, but of course, he is ignored.
Jinyoung looks at Mark. “Only if you tell me the truth.”
Just as Jaebum opens his mouth to protest, the guys all hear a faint snorting noise. The teacup pig saunters up to them from behind a trash can. There is a sheet of paper in its mouth.
"Oh hey there, buddy," Youngjae greets it happily. He leans down to retrieve the Reap Instructions and gives it an affectionate pat. "Thanks."
Jinyoung glances on in confusion, as the four other men huddle together, looking at the sheet.
"No. Way."
"Oh my god!"
"You have got to be kidding me."
"What? What is it?" Jinyoung can't take it anymore -- he has no idea what is going on and it is driving him nuts! He throws his hands up in the air, clearly irritated.
Suddenly, four pairs of eyes are on him, freaking him out. The expressions on their faces are intense, and really, Jinyoung doesn't understand why. "Uh... Guys?" he shrinks back meekly.
"I can't do it," Mark sighs, still looking at Jinyoung. "JB, you go ahead."
"Ugh... Fine."
Jaebum advances on Jinyoung and the latter cringes. "Let me... Let me give you a hug--" He tackles Jinyoung before the horrified waiter can escape.
"Ah! Why!" Jinyoung struggles in his embrace, but to no avail. Jaebum's hold is way too strong, and before they know it, Jinyoung suffocates to death right in front of all the Reapers.
"What the hell..." Jinyoung's spirit appears beside Yugyeom, right after his body goes limp in Jaebum's arms.
"Congratulations! You are now dead, but a Reaper!" Youngjae announces.
Jinyoung sends Mark a look of bewilderment, and all Mark does is shrug. "C'mon," he says, nonchalantly. "I'll explain to you over some coffee."
A/N: Ahaha what even is this fic~ >_<
Author:fickleminded9
Pairing(s): None. Mark-centric (kinda)
Rating: PG
Genre: Crack
Warning(s): Character-death, offensive language, unbeta'd
Summary: Mark dies and becomes a Reaper.
Author's Note: I started this two years ago as an EXO fic, and ended up finishing it now as a GOT7 one.
When Mark wakes up, he is greeted by a pair of perfectly shaped eyebrows and with them, a head of perfectly styled hair.
The owner of both introduces himself as Jaebum.
Mark’s head is throbbing so hard that he barely hears being told that he is dead, and also, that he has been chosen to become a Reaper.
“You’re kidding,” Mark laughs, disbelieving, after the headache-from-hell subsides. He definitely cannot be dead, because well, he would feel different wouldn’t he? Heck, he doesn’t even remember dying.
Just as Mark is about to walk away though, Jaebum drags him towards the crowd of people nearby. It is then Mark notices that women in the throng are wailing, some with their eyes wide open with fright. The men too, are hysterical.
Mark moves forward, wondering what all the commotion is about, leaving Jaebum a few steps behind. And then, he sees it -- Mark sees himself. His very own body is sprawled on the sidewalk, lifeless and unmoving. There is a big puddle of crimson on the ground, and beside it, is his limp head.
“Call an ambulance!” someone shouts, just as a man steps forward to feel for Mark’s pulse. “He’s dead,” the man announces. “The kid is dead.”
Horrified gasps and murmurs are let out. Some of the onlookers start walking away.
“How did I die?” Mark asks Jaebum later on, after they have left the scene.
“Someone threw their television out of a window,” the other states matter-of-factly. “You, my friend, were lucky enough to get hit by it.”
Oh great, Mark rolls his eyes. He’s always wanted to die that way.
Being a Reaper, apparently, has more perks than being your common dead person. Well, according to Jaebum’ Reaper friend, Choi Youngjae anyway.
“You get to eat, sleep, touch things--”
“So basically, it’s like I never died.”
“Well, yeah,” Youngjae’s smile full of sunshine immediately disappears (because Mark just had to go and phrase it that way).
“Except,” Yugyeom, another one of Jaebum’ kind, chimes in. He, like Youngjae, looks more like an Angel than a Reaper. “You get assignments to remove people’s souls. Then, you escort them until they move on into the afterlife.”
“Not that tough a job, really.”
And it isn’t.
The information for Mark’s first Reap is delivered in a single piece of parchment, carried in the mouth of a cute little teacup pig. Youngjae says that it shows up at Jaebum’ doorstep every morning at the same time, always bringing the Reapers their instructions for the day. Name, Time of Death, Cause of Death -- it is all written down in neat penmanship.
“Why... a teacup pig?” Mark can’t help but ask. “Where does it even get the list from?”
Jaebum replies nonchalantly with a mere shrug. “Never thought to ask.”
Mark hadn't expected his first Reap to be on a Hong Kong Superstar.
He grits his teeth as he waits within the sea of screaming fans , getting whacked repeatedly by their flailing arms. Surely, the crowd couldn’t get any wilder than this, he thinks. But oh, is he proven wrong when Jackson Wang arrives, hair styled better than Jaebum’s, to start the fansign.
Finally, the line dwindles down and it’s Mark’s turn to get an autograph. He holds out a copy of Jackson’s album for the latter to sign and “accidentally” brushes his fingers on Jackson’s wrist as he does so. Jackson winks, thinking that Mark is flirting with him, but man, is he wrong -- at that moment, the air around the singer ripples -- a sight visible to Reapers’ eyes only -- and then... YES! Mark successfully removes Jackson’s soul.
A heavy beam falls onto Jackson’s body right after, creating a bloody mess.
Almost instantly, Jackson’s spirit appears next to Mark. “Did I just... die?” he asks. The fansign venue is now chaotic, horrified screams sounding everywhere.
“Yep,” Mark nods before gesturing towards the stage exit, which suddenly starts shining with blindingly white light. “Have a safe trip to Heaven,” he says. “Or whatever it is in there.”
“Hold on a sec -- are there hot chicks in Heaven?”
“Only one way to find out, man.”
And so, the same thing goes on and on -- Mark performs his Reaps; He continues playing the role of a soul thief, standing by as each of his clients face death. He never forgets to show them into the -- literal -- light right after.
“On whatever circumstances, please, please, please do not touch that light,” Jaebum warns when Mark asks him about it.
The Reapers have a break today -- the teacup pig showed up without anything in its mouth and Youngjae happily rewarded it with a biscuit. He then suggested they go try out this cafe in Busan.
“Why not?” Mark absentmindedly scans the laminated menu in his hands. He sees the words ‘bacon’ and ‘cheese’ together in the same sentence, and without a second thought, he decides on item 22.
Yugyeom says, “Unless you want to burn into non-existence...” then glares at Youngjae because the latter keeps fidgeting excitedly every two seconds beside him. “Reapers don’t get to go anywhere near that form of afterlife, Mark. We don’t exactly know why. ”
“Ready to order?” their waiter emerges right after Yugyeom utters that last sentence.
Mark looks up in response, only to freeze when he comes face-to-face with his childhood best friend.
“Jinyoung?” he blurts, without a second thought.
The waiter -- Jinyoung -- drops his pen in shock, eyes nearly bulging out of their sockets. “Mark?!” he exclaims, then apologizes profusely when the occupants of the next table shoot him pointed stares.
“W-what are you doing here? I thought you died.”
Silence hangs in the air as Mark scrambles for an answer, but before he can say anything, Jaebum is already swinging an arm around his shoulder, laughing way too loudly in his ear.
“Mark? Who’s ‘Mark’?” Jaebum continues to chuckle nervously. “People sure like to confuse you with that guy huh, Bam... bam.”
“Bambam? What sort of a name is that?” Yugyeom scoffs. Youngjae punches him in the shoulder. “Ow.”
Jinyoung narrows his eyes at the Reapers. “Don’t play dumb with me,” he says, pointing at Mark. “You’re definitely Mark Tuan from Seoul. I saw your picture in the condolences page of the newspaper last month.”
“Well then,” Jaebum starts, getting up from his seat. “I think.... it’s time... for us to run!” He gives Mark’s hand a hard yank, and at the speed of light, the four of them are out the door.
They continue to sprint through the neighbourhood with Jinyoung tailing behind.
“Why... is he... so fast...” Youngjae pants, darting an anxious nervous look behind his shoulder.
“He used... to be... on the track team...” Mark replies, still running.
Yugyeom, who was starting to fall behind, lets out a sudden yelp.
“Aha! Gotcha!”
Mark and Jaebum stop in their tracks, and Youngjae nearly crashes into them. At the same time, Yugyeom struggles,his wrist in Jinyoung’s grip of steel.
“Now that I’ve got your little friend, you can’t run away from me,” Jinyoung smirks.
Jaebum rolls his eyes. “You’re messing with Death, you know.”
“What? Threatening to kill me now?”
“Maybe.”
“Hey, hey, hey -- no, he isn't,” Mark steps in, giving Jaebum a warning look. He then turns to face Jinyoung.
“If I explain everything to you, will you let Yugyeom go?”
“Uh, Mark-hyung, I don’t think that’s a good idea...” Youngjae says, but of course, he is ignored.
Jinyoung looks at Mark. “Only if you tell me the truth.”
Just as Jaebum opens his mouth to protest, the guys all hear a faint snorting noise. The teacup pig saunters up to them from behind a trash can. There is a sheet of paper in its mouth.
"Oh hey there, buddy," Youngjae greets it happily. He leans down to retrieve the Reap Instructions and gives it an affectionate pat. "Thanks."
Jinyoung glances on in confusion, as the four other men huddle together, looking at the sheet.
"No. Way."
"Oh my god!"
"You have got to be kidding me."
"What? What is it?" Jinyoung can't take it anymore -- he has no idea what is going on and it is driving him nuts! He throws his hands up in the air, clearly irritated.
Suddenly, four pairs of eyes are on him, freaking him out. The expressions on their faces are intense, and really, Jinyoung doesn't understand why. "Uh... Guys?" he shrinks back meekly.
"I can't do it," Mark sighs, still looking at Jinyoung. "JB, you go ahead."
"Ugh... Fine."
Jaebum advances on Jinyoung and the latter cringes. "Let me... Let me give you a hug--" He tackles Jinyoung before the horrified waiter can escape.
"Ah! Why!" Jinyoung struggles in his embrace, but to no avail. Jaebum's hold is way too strong, and before they know it, Jinyoung suffocates to death right in front of all the Reapers.
"What the hell..." Jinyoung's spirit appears beside Yugyeom, right after his body goes limp in Jaebum's arms.
"Congratulations! You are now dead, but a Reaper!" Youngjae announces.
Jinyoung sends Mark a look of bewilderment, and all Mark does is shrug. "C'mon," he says, nonchalantly. "I'll explain to you over some coffee."
A/N: Ahaha what even is this fic~ >_<