Mark

   "What?" "My name is Jinyoung."

Staring at the boy I was comforting I widened my eyes in shock,"U-uh. I- um." Stuttering I didn't know if Junior was in the right state of mind,"Mark, my name is Jinyoung. My birth name is Jinyoung." Trying to process the information I felt Junior moving out of my grasp,"Why are you telling me this?" Junior chuckled quietly, moving his head to make eye contact with me,"Because I trust you. From now on, when it's just us you can call me Jinyoung okay?" I nodded, wishing I had something I could tell Jinyoung in return,"Well, you already know my name is Mark."

Junior, I mean Jinyoung, laughed. It's gonna take me a while to get used to calling him Jinyoung,"Can I call you something else then? What's your last name?" Biting on my lower lip I felt bad for hesitating,"My name is Mark Tuan. I don't know if you should call me Tuan though, it's a bit unsettling?" My voice raised at the end, my thoughts a little unsure. Jun-Jinyoung pouted,"Do you have a middle name?" No, but I do have another name. "It's not really my middle name, more of my name in a different language ? My mother named me Yi en but in English it is I'm known as Mark."

Jinyoung looked around, deep in thought before speaking again,"Is it okay if I call you Yi en?" I felt my face heating up when he said it, how am I going to live through this if I blush when I haven't even given him permission yet?"You seem to like it. I mean your face got really red and now you're smiling so I'll take that as a yes." Realizing I had spaced out I hid my face from the now smirking Jinyoung,"Shut up." All I got in return was a giggle.

"Yugyeom said that you guys are training tomorrow and it's important. Something about Jb. I think I might come for moral support." Jinyoung was still sitting on my lap, making me look up at him as he spoke,"That's okay right Yi en?" I blushed, embarrassed all over again,"Yeah of course. You would have come if I said no anyways." Jinyoung nodded,"That's true." Silence took over, neither of us coming up with someone thing to say. The only thing I felt was content.

   Jinyoung furrowed his eye brows in concentration, opening is mouth to speak. I shushed him,"You don't need to say anything if you have nothing to say." He nodded, trying to sink into me to hide. I smiled at the action. The warmth coming from him became more noticeable now that we weren't talking. I couldn't tell if it was cold out here or not because of how close we were. Feeling a little tired I hesitated to put my head on his shoulder. You just freakin cuddled him for crying out loud! Feeling determined I lightly settled my head on the nape of his neck. Jinyoung jumped in surprise before resting his own head on top of mine. My eyes started to close.

       "Mark! Mark! Yi en! You have to wake up it's getting late." Hands shook my shoulders, the warmth I felt earlier was replaced with a very cold wind. Shivering I opened my eyes to see Junior, Jinyoung, staring at me, his hands removing themselves from me,"It's getting late and we have to get inside, I haven't eaten anything since lunch." I tried to laugh, it becoming a muffled cackle in my sleepy state. Jinyoung narrowed his eyes, looking at me weirdly,"You okay Mark?"

I rubbed my eyes while nodding,"Just sleepy. Can we sleep? I want to sleep." Jinyoung chuckled,"Of course. Let's get you to your room." Taking his hands I let Jinyoung pull me off the ground,"I see why you like the roof. It makes me feel calm." I confessed, or maybe it's you,"You may be right. I've never felt very calm, but tonight I did." Jinyoung gave me a knowing look as he spoke. I quickly headed towards the hatch as my face heated up.

We swiftly and sneakily climbed down the ladder and made our way to the kitchen. The most cliche thing I had ever thought crossed my mind as I looked around the living house. Everything just seemed........detailed. I had never really taken the time to observe the house until now, everything just stood out to me now. You are crazy, I told myself while I stared at the couch placed in the right corner of the living room. Moving my gaze to the kitchen I noticed the dining table was in a separate room, fancy. My old house was nothing like this.

  By the time I was done staring at the stove dumbfounded Jinyoung was already shoving a plate in my face,"Here eat it." He spoke softly, looking everywhere but me. I saw the slightest bit of red on his face. Why is he blushing? Looking at the plate I saw a sandwich on it,"Oh! Thank you Jinyoung!" The said boy quickly scanned the room before sighing,"Sorry I'm a little up tight about the name thing since we aren't on the roof anymore."

I hummed my agreement,"Makes sense. Let's eat and then go get some sleep." Jinyoung returned to the kitchen to make his own sandwich while I sat at the dining table to wait. Jinyoung entered the room and scolded me for waiting. I just shrugged and we started to eat. The comforting silence came back as we ate and I couldn't help but think about my old house. I really miss them. My mind started throwing pictures of my mother and sister at me. I quickly finished my meal hoping to leave before Jinyoung could see my sad expression.

   "Thank you for the food! Good night Jinyoung." I whispered the last part before practically running up the stairs to my bedroom. Sitting down on my bed I sighed in relief. Only a few seconds later my eyes watered and I was sitting on my bed sobbing. Why them? Why did they have to die? Why did they have to leave me?

After hours of crying, my eyes started to drop and give in to the darkness called sleep.

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I'm just gonna say this chapter was suppose to be something different but I dragged out Jinyoung and Mark's roof time longer than I wanted. I'll try to update early to make up for a sucky filler chapter