C H A P T E R F I V E

MARK woke up in the same apartment again the next morning, and once again he woke up to no one beside him. He didn't feel disappointed, but he did feel cold and empty. He slowly lifted his hand to caress the spot beside him, and it felt cold. Haechan must've left early.

Mark shivered and put his hand back under the warm blanket covering him. He then looked around the room, and noticed the jacket gone as well. He was thinking about what Haechan would be doing right now, but couldn't find anything but riding around or hanging out with friends.

He yawned as he slowly sat up, the large shirt on his body falling off his shoulder slightly. The cold air touched his skin, and he huffed as he got out of bed. He went into the bathroom, and looked at himself in the mirror. Half lidded eyes, stiff face, and bed hair. He ran his hands through his hair, trying to tame it, but gave up after awhile.

Walking back to the room, a sudden thought filled his mind.

'Wonder what dad's doing.' Mark thought, and stared at his leather jacket and jeans across the room. He stayed their for a moment, complying wether he should go or not. He gave a groan as he decided, and put on his pants and leather jacket.

'What's the harm.' He thought, walking out of the door of Haechan's apartment.

Mark walked half a block until he reached his apartment, and looked up at the run down building. He then walked in and gathered himself to face his father, and went to his room. He took a breath, and let it out as he knocked twice on the door.

Nothing.

No answer, no movement from inside, nothing. He raised an eyebrow, thinking his father might be asleep. He then slowly turned the knob of the door, easily opening it. His door was always open, he knew this because his dad always left it open.

As he walked in, a horrible stench filled his nose. He immediately covered it with his shirt, and walked to where his dad's room was. As he got there, he froze in his tracks, hearing voices.

"Aren't you going to answer the door." A female voice spoke up, and Mark widened is eyes.

"No, it's probably just my hell of a son." Mark heard his dad say that, and his heart sunk to his stomach.

"Do you really hate him that much?" The feminine voice was high pitched, it annoyed Mark to the edge.

"He doesn't do anything around here. Ever since I saw him with his mother, I knew he was a mistake. He didn't play no sports, he wasn't nice, and dropped out of school! He's useless to me, always had been, always will be."

Mark felt like crying at this point, all those words that came out of his father's mouth were spat full of hatred. He felt them stab his heart every time. He should've known, his father never needed him. Nobody did.

He gritted his teeth as he walked his way to his room. He grabbed all he could as he through it into a backpack. He grabbed clothes, his tooth brush, and extras. His eyes were teary now, and he felt blinded by the salty water threading to run down his cheeks.

He then walked out the apartment, heart filled with wounds as he closed the door roughly. He blinked the tears away, and sniffed as he wiped his nose. He walked out of the apartment, putting the backpack on one shoulder. He then gathered himself as he took breaths, his heart racing as his breathing was unsteady.

Mark knew it from the start, his father never loved him, nobody did. Not even his mother. Now his father is moving on, to a new live without him in the picture. He should've expected it from the start, and he should've seen the hints. He didn't, and that was his biggest mistake.

He started walking towards Haechan's apartment, somewhat slow as he was in deep thought. He was snapped out in a mid second though, hearing a roar of a motorcycle. That's when he turned around, and saw a motorcycle ride up right next to him. He squinted his eyes he slightest, and saw that he didn't have the same symbol on the back of his jacket as Haechan's.

He wasn't apart of their turf.

Mark then watched the guy remove his helmet, and that's when Mark widened his eyes. It was the same guy from last night, the one with the scar. The scar was placed over some of his eye and eyebrow, and black greased hair was slicked back. A piercing gaze landed on him. Mark felt his stomach twist in bad feeling, and he felt his hands get sweaty.

"Hey cutie, why you walking out here all alone?" He smirked, and Mark saw the glare in his eye. He then saw the swift movement of his eyes shift down and up his body, and felt uneasy. He furrowed his eyebrows as he replied.

"I'm heading somewhere." Mark said flatly with a frown, he didn't like the way this guy was looking at him.

"Mm, lemme guess, maybe that one boys place? What's his name again, ah, Haechan was it?" The guy had a teasing tone in his voice, and Mark didn't like it. He felt he was being bullied, or almost talked down to.

"What do you want?" Mark asked, with the hint of sass in his voice.

"Get on the bike." The man said, the smirk fading the slightest.

"No thanks, I'm fine walking." Mark said in a mono tone as he started walking again. He was jerked to a stop though, as his wrist was grabbed roughly as he was pulled back. He cursed the slightest, as his bruises hasn't healed all the way from last time this happened. He's always getting himself into these situations.

"I didn't ask." The man said, and the smirk was long gone as it was replaced by a straitened face.

"I would be careful who you grab." Mark warned, feeling his confidence drain. Haechan wasn't here, or anywhere near.

"Oh yea? Why's that?" The man asked, Mark watching him as he put the leg out to stable his bike.

"Because this isn't your turf, and Haechan wouldn't be so happy with you grabbing me." Mark spat, now fighting the hand on his wrist with his own.

The man then stood from his bike, and Mark gulped as he was much taller than he was. He felt his heart race in suspense and fear.

"I don't like the way your talking to me doll, aren't you new around here?" The man said in a slightly harsh tone. Mark kept fighting his wrist though, not in the mood to be in this situation.

"What's this? Did you pack your things? Already moving in with him?" The one teased as he grabbed the bag. Mark could care less about the bag, as it was thrown to the ground, he was focused on the now tight grip on his wrist.

"Let go of me!" Mark yelled, and he felt force being pressured into him as he was pushed into a tree behind him. A hand was instantly wrapped around his neck, but barely any pressure was applied.

"The names Seung, I suggest you remember that." He said lowly. Mark tried to remove the grip his wrist, but no anvil, so he moved it to the one holding his neck.

"Why would I?" Mark asked breathlessly.

"Because, I feel you'll be hearing it a lot more." He said, but this time with a small smirk. Mark then felt the hand slide up the slightest, and felt a thumb brush against his lips. He jerked his head away, but it was grabbed and turned back again. He was frustrated as he couldn't do anything.

"Your so pretty, how did he get a hold of you?" The man whispered in a low tone.

Mark knew he was referring to Haechan, and Mark felt irritated by the name. Where is Haechan when you need him.

When he thought of giving up, he then heard a roar of a motorcycle coming from the right. He jerked his head away from the grip as he looked over, and there he saw a motorcycle driving close to them. He then recognized Haechan's helmet and jacket, and felt relieved.

"I suggest you let him go, I'm already fired up from seeing your filthy hands on him." Was the first thing Haechan said as he took off his helmet, putting out the kickstand on his bike. Getting up from it as he walked over to the two boys.

The grips were all released on Mark, and Mark huffed as he rubbed his wrist. The skin was irritated around it, red and stretched. Haechan then grabbed Mark by the jacket, and pushed him behind him. It wasn't that gentle, and Mark could tell he wasn't in a good mood.

"I was just being friendly." Seung said with a playful smirk.

"I'm sure of it, now get out of our turf before I lose the last bit of my patience." Haechan said through gritted teeth. They stared at each other for a split second, almost challenging each other.

"Fine, I'll leave." Seung said, the smirk still plastered on his lips. He then shifted his eyes over Haechan's shoulders to make eye contact with Mark.

"See ya next time dollie." Seung whispered, and with an evil glare he got back onto his bike. Putting on his helmet, he put the kick stand back and drove off, but not before creating a burn out.

Mark watched him drive off, his hand still holding his nerved wrist.

"Are you okay?" Haechan turned around and asks as he looked at Mark, then his wrist.

"Y-Yea I'm fine, just my wrist—" Mark stutters as he replies, not sure why he did but he felt almost guilty for making Haechan worry.

A hand then comes and grabs his, and he watches Haechan pull up his jacket as he looks at the slightly bruised skin. He caresses a thumb over it softly, and Mark watches.

"Let's go back to my place, is that bag yours?" Haechan asks, looking over his shoulder as he sees the abandoned bag on the sidewalk.

"Yea, I was just...I need a place to stay." Mark replies softly, avoiding Haechan's gaze as he goes and picks up the bag.

"Your always welcome at mine Mark." Haechan's voice softens the slightest, and Mark looks up to find Haechan's soft gaze land on his.

"Ok." Mark says shyly, looking away again, flustered.

"Well then, let's go."

Mark arrives at Haechan's apartment, feeling at home again. The cigarette smell was still something he had to get used to, but other than that, it was home to him now. He started unpacking his stuff, putting things away. He then went into the bathroom, and brushed his teeth.

Looking at himself in the mirror, he couldn't help but his mind wonder back to what his father said.

"He doesn't do anything around here. Ever since I saw him with his mother, I knew he was a mistake. He didn't play no sports, he wasn't nice, and dropped out of school! He's useless to me, always had been, always will be."

Mark thought maybe it was true, maybe he was a no good. Maybe he didn't deserve anything because he couldn't accept them. He didn't know.

"Mark?" He jolted as he snapped out of his train of thoughts, and looked over in the mirror to see Haechan next to him. Looking at him with eyes of concern.

"You okay?" He asked softly.

"Yea sorry..I was just thinking." Mark looked away, instead looking down at the sink as he spat out the last of his toothpaste. Rinsing his toothbrush off, he felt an arm slither around him and land on the sink counter, he froze at the sudden movement. Haechan was standing behind him, arms beside him, and he could feel the breaths on his neck from the other.

He felt his cheeks heat up, and didn't dare look into the mirror as he kept his face down. The arms the wrapped themselves around his waist, and Mark was pulled close to a chest. He then looked up and into the mirror to find Haechan staring right back at him.

"Mark, talk to me." Haechan suddenly whispers, and Mark felt his mouth go dry. He then is turned around by the hands on his hips, and faces the other. His heart beats in anticipation, his eyes fluttering at he glances at Haechan's lips.

They stare at each other, gazes fixed on the galaxies in their eyes. Mark sees Haechan's eyes flicker down to his lips, and they stay there for awhile. Mark slightly opens his mouth as he feels a hand come up, the thumb brushing the bottom lip the slightest.

The leaning was slow, but Mark had all the time in the world as he felt time had stopped. Their lips were so close for a split second, and then connected. Mark felt the softness of the others lips touch his, and it felt almost perfect as they molded together. He wrapped his arms around the others neck, and the arms on his waist pulled him close. He ran his hair through the others silver locks as their lips moved in sync.

Mark felt the brush of his tongue on his bottom lip, and gave a soft low moan. Opening his mouth the slightest, he let the other enter with consent. Mark felt a sensation like never before, and almost became lightheaded before pulling away to catch his breath. A string of saliva still connected their lips, and Haechan licked his lips, ready for more.

"That felt amazing." He whispered out. Mark nodded, to immersed in the others glossed lips. Before they know it, they were kissing again, in a heating makeout. In the end Mark ended up on the counter, and Haechan was in between his legs as the heated kiss was shared. Mark felt hands run up and down his thighs, and he grasped the others hair in his hands every time they'd brush up against his sensitive spots.

They pulled away, both panting for air as their lips burned slightly.

"I would do more, but I feel as though your not ready for that." Haechan whispered, staring at Mark with a seductive gaze. Mark didn't disagree, as he knew as well he wasn't, he'd never had his first time. For sure, he was scared, but ready as he saw the glare in Haechan's eyes.

He's come close to having it with a girl back in high school, they were both drunk though and couldn't go all the way as they passed out before they could even strip themselves. It was a thrilling experience, but Mark never really wanted his first time to be with a girl.

He already knew this by experience, kissing a girl was definitely not as fun as kissing a guy. Then you think about how fun it would be to have sex with one, and that's what thrills Mark.

In the end, they end up going to bed. Mark felt somewhat sexually frustrated, but tried to shut it off as he closed his eyes and snuggled closer to the one holding him.

He didn't know anything about what the future holds, and was probably going to have consequences.

What he did know is that Haechan is the love of his life, and that's what gets his heart flutter. He just hopes Haechan feels the same way.