C H A P T E R T W O

MARK didn't know what to think after that accident yesterday, but shrugged it off as he sat at home. He was watching some tv from a horrible cracked screen. Cheap. He scoffed at the word his thought came up with.

He wasn't even paying attention to the animations though, what was on his mind was a silver haired tease with a cute smile. He shook his head as he frowned upon himself in foolishness.

He didn't even know this boy.

Mark thought about his name for a moment. Haechan.

'Sounds cliche,' Mark thought as he stretched himself on a ripped up couch.

He gave a slight cough as he smelled smoke through the house, and breathed heavily out. He furrowed his eyebrows as a loud cough came from the other room.

Mark turned his head when he heard footsteps come down the short hallway, and there he saw his father with a cigarette hanging from his lips. Mark watched as he went into the kitchen, and then made eye contact with him.

Mark felt his heart speed up for a split moment.

"What are you doin here?" His father asked, and Mark lifted his eyebrow in offense.

"I live here." He said flatly.

"Yea but shouldn't you be at a- at a job or somethin?" Another cough came after the sentence, and Mark only shook his head as he laid back down. Watching the animations.

"I don't have one." He whispered carelessly.

"Well then get one, stop bein lazy for God's sake and do somethin." His father raised his voice a little, and Mark couldn't help but flinch at the tone.

"They won't hire me." Mark said in a small tone.

"Well do somethin with you life then, stop being a old hag and get out. I don't want you just sittin here in my house gettin old." His father said, and hacked a little as he blew out some smoke.

Mark almost rolled his eyes, and got up from the couch.

"Well maybe if mom was still here you would be one." Mark spat back, anger rising.

His father turned around swiftly, almost stumbling like a drunk man, to make eye contact with the other. Mark almost gulped as he saw the glare in his fathers eyes.

"What did you just say boy?" His fathers breathing was uneven, and Mark could tell by the cigarette falling from his lips.

Mark felt his anxiety kick in as he held his breath.

It crashed onto the floor, and his father looked down with a slow reaction. Once he saw his cigarette on the ground, he looked back at the other, anger filled in his eyes.

"Now look what you did!" His father yelled and Mark then snapped back into reality when he felt a harsh slap sent across his face. He felt a slight burn in his upper cheek as he stumbled back.

"Useless! Useless!" His father yelled as he staggered closer to the boy, but Mark was quick enough to realize he needed to get out of there. So he ran, he turned and ran out the door. Not turning back, he ran down the sidewalk.

The sun set as the boy ran, and the looks from society told him he was being to obvious of his fear. He gulps at he stops in an alleyway, and crouches down as he catches his breath. He felt his racing heart calm, and his nerves collect themselves.

He then stood and inhaled fresh air, as he exhaled in a sigh. He wiped the small beads of sweat on his forehead, and looked around to see where he was.

He then realizes he ran downtown, and took note of all the graffiti on the buildings. He then fixes his jacket as he takes another breath, before coming out from the alleyway and walks down the sidewalk casually. As he walks, Mark couldn't help a strange feeling on his skin, and a memory flashes in his mind.

"Stop! Don't hurt her!" Mark yells as he struggles to stop a man with a knife in his hand. A woman screams underneath him in pain and fear as she bleeds on her cheek.

"Please-" Mark yells before his father jerks around and swings at him. He feels a sharp metal pierce his collarbone skin and he falls to the ground in shock and the impact. Blood splatters onto the wall next to them, and the woman screams in fear as he struggles to get up.

Mark widens his eyes as he watches blood trickle down his gray shirt. He fearfully looks up to the other as his shaky hand reach up to cover the wound. He weakly tries to back away, feeling lightheaded.

All he hears are screams, yells and pleads.

"Please! Stop! Don't hurt my son please!"

Mark could only watch as his father grabs him, and his mother on the side crying her life out for her own son.

He could do nothing but watch.

"Mark!"

A yell came to Mark's ears and that's what snaps him back to reality. He quickly blinks his teary eyes away and looks behind his shoulder to see a motorcycle drive up next to him.

The one and only Haechan driving it.

"Hey doll, why are you out here all alone at night? Not safe for pretty boys like you." Haechan displayed that teasing smile, and Mark felt his heart flutter the slightest.

"Bored." Mark lies.

"Well, I could change that." The other whispers, and Mark takes notice of the seductive flare in his eyes.

"Hop on." Haechan says casually.

Mark's taken back by the request, and raises his eyebrow.

"I barely know you." Mark protest.

Haechan only shrugs as he nods, but a smirk takes place on his face.

"I could change that too." Haechan simply says as he leans his elbow on the handles, holding his chin with his hands.

"Come on," Haechan whispers in a low voice. "What's the worst that could happen?" The glare shown in his eyes, and revealed the hint of dare. His smirk wasn't helping, and Mark cursed under his breath softly.

Mark then reluctantly hops on the back, and wraps his arms around the other. Blush crawls across his cheeks in the process.

"Ready?" Haechan yells out as his motor roars.

Mark nods as a reply, and Haechan then takes off down the road in normal speed. Mark feels him getting faster, but slowly. He doesn't mind as he looks at the buildings he passes. Some are lit up while others are broken down and left to rot.

Mark enjoys this. Feeling wind flowing through his hair, brushing it around as it slides across his skin. His eyes light up as he sees a movie theater, and many people watch him and Haechan pass by. Haechan gives two hands up, and they nod and wave back.

Mark takes notice of this, and he's also noticed Haechan does this with many. Every group they pass it seems Haechan knows them all.

Mark feels special in some way, being on the back of a motorcyclist who knows everyone in town. Gets you a little excited, but Mark didn't show it.

Mark just enjoyed the ride and scenery.

Little to his thought, so did Haechan as he looked through the mirror view. Watching the others eyes light up when lights came round, how his hair flowed through the wind, and how his lips would almost raise when seeing new things.

'Beautiful view,' was all the other could think.

Mark didn't expect much, maybe a movie, or a hang out place, or even a bowling alley.

But a club was definitely not on that list.

He didn't have anything against clubs, but that didn't mean he enjoyed them. And when Haechan decided to pull into one, he didn't feel so pleased.

"What's wrong? Don't like clubs?" Haechan asked with a slight smirk.

"There not that exciting, but I like to party." Mark confessed, and it was true. He did like to party, and enjoyed the feeling of drinking even. He wasn't ashamed of it.

"That's what I like to hear." Haechan said as he grasped Mark's hand and walked into the club. Mark felt his cheeks heat up the slightest at the heat in his hand.

As they walked in, Mark noticed the faces light up as Haechan shook hands with them and took notice of them.

'Seems he's the talk of the town.' Mark thought.

They finally arrived to a table full of some people wearing the same jacket as Haechan, and Mark noticed they were the biker gang he saw when he ran into them the first time.

"Oh hey Haechan, whose this?" A boy with blush pink hair spoke up, plump lips and big eyes. His arm sling around another boy with black curled hair, and a slight pout. Mark could tell they were dating.

"This is Mark, make room." Haechan says as he scoots in, dragging Mark along. Mark felt himself sit halfway on top of Haechans lap, and as he tries to move a hand sliding around his waist prevents him from doing so.

He curses as he looks over to the other, who seems unbothered as he eats from the plates on the table.

"Oh well, I'm Jaehyun, this is Taeyong, my boyfriend." He says, and Mark is proud he guessed correctly. He gives a smile to them, and the others start introducing themselves.

A brown haired boy, with a smile on his face spoke up. "I'm Jaemin, this smiley boy right here is my baby." He cooed and pinched the boy's beside him cheek. The other had a  smiley smiles and smiley eyes, it was almost contagious.

Another, a boy with American features spoke after. "I'm Lucas! This uwu here is my boyfriend." Lucas gave a loving smile to the one beside him, who wasn't paying attention as he payed a game on his phone. His eyebrows were furrowed in concentration and he had a slight pout, Mark then knew that's why he was called 'uwu.'

"This isn't the full group, only half, but the other half's probably out riding." Haechan explains, and Mark nods. He then begins to eat as well.

A waiter then comes around.

"Any more beers here?" She asks politely as she shows a large smile.

"One here." Mark instantly speaks up.

Haechans eyebrows furrow, but he gets one as well. As the waiter walks away, he looked over at the other.

"Aren't you to young?" He asks.

"Maybe, maybe not." Mark replies, and Haechan scoffs.

"Mark I cant let you-"

"Don't be like my father, and don't tell me what I cant and can do." Mark interrupts.

Haechan is taken back.

"You got it peach." He says quietly.

After their beers come, Mark greedily starts to chug the bottle.

"Gotta drinker here! Nice one Chan!" A boy at the table speaks up, but Haechan can only watch. Almost concerned as the liquid in the bottle drains.

Once the whole thing was gone, Mark set it back down onto the table with a clank. He shakes his head, and gives a slightly drunk smile.

"Mark don't push yourself." Haechan warns.

"I'm not! Come on Haechan loosen up, it's a club!" Mark almost slurs his words, but gives a smile.

"Come with me!" Mark yells as the music gets louder, and grabs Haechans hand as he walks into the crowd of people.

Haechan tries to follow, but gets shoved and loses the grip on the other. He mentally panics as he tries to finds it, but only feels air. His eyes widens as he pushes himself through the crowd of people.

Mark is drunk, and in the midst of all these other drunk people. Haechan immediately knows this isn't good.

"Mark!" He yells, but he can't even hear himself. He looks around, and gets shoved here and there by others.

He doesn't care though, all he's looking for is a brown headed boy with a cute smile.

Mark doesn't know if he's dead or not.

He sees all these people dancing around him and his mind sways back in forth in his own state. He tries to shake the rhythm away but it only makes it worse as he stumbles into someone, who just happens to already have eyes on him.

The said male was watching the other sway, eyes on his lower back watching his hips move. With a lick of his lips he gradually made his way closer, clearly seeing the other was drunk.

When Mark bumped into the said male, arms were wrapped around his waist and pulled close. Mark then looked up to see a handsome boy, clearly in his 20's but yet youthful in his visual. Black haired combed back, lips with the slightest gloss, high cheek bones, and dark menacing eyes.

"You look a little young to be in bar hun, don't you think?" He said with a smirk.

"Maybe, maybe not." Mark replied the same he did to Haechan, that was always his go to.

"Having fun so far?" The man asked with a slight lift in his eyebrow.

Mark only shrugged.

"It feels just like any other party I've been too." He says truthfully.

"I can change that." The man replies, and Mark feels suspicious tension rise. He feels this is a bad idea, a trap.

"Not thanks, I'm here with someone." Mark tries to get out of his grip but is only held tighter.

"Hey-" Mark tries to speak up, but he then feels a little nauseous again. He shouldn't of chugged that beer.

"I don't see them." The guy answers, his face growing into a serious one, with the slight of seduction in his voice. The waist on his grip tightens, and he can feel his body tense.

Mark then turns to look over his shoulder, and looks around. Haechan was nowhere to be found. He feels beads of sweat form on his forehead, and that's when he turned back to face the other. A glare settled in his eyes.

"Let go of me!" Mark yells as he tries to pry the grip on his waist, hurting from the tight hold.

"I don't think I want too." The mans voice becomes deep, and Mark then feels the hold around his waist gone in a split second, and changed to his wrist. The hold was even tighter, and before he knew it he was being pulled through the crowd.

"Hey! Stop— let go of me!" Mark tries to yell and pry the grip off, but no anvil. He's helpless, and no ones there to see him being kidnapped for all he knows. He tries to fight back and draw backwards, but the man is stronger than him. He feels he's like a dog, being pulled by an arrogant owner who doesn't care.

The grip will definitely leave a bruise, and if he doesn't get out of it who knows where he'll end up tonight. Maybe dead in a ditch, or maybe in this strangers bed, hurt and harassed. The last one scared him beyond belief.

He tried to reach out, grab something, or someone. All he needed was just attention, and a helping hand or wall. He begged the gods above, and pleaded in his mind.

It seemed nobody could hear him.

That was until a hand from the opposite direction grasped his from the crowd.