Mark flicked his eyes open as he woke up. It was still dark but perfect timing to sneak out of Wonho's and escape back to his own apartment. He shifted his body slightly to glance at the clock on Wonho's bedside table and winced as pain shot through him. He covered his mouth with his hands, afraid that any slight noise might wake Wonho up. The illuminated digits read 4.56am.

Beside him Wonho was sleeping soundly. He looked completely defenseless but Mark knew he still couldn't do anything, especially in his current state. Wonho would punish him for trying anything anyway.

Mark slowly began to ease himself off the bed. Wonho moaned in his sleep and rolled over, throwing his arm over Mark and trapping him against the bed. Mark cursed internally. Now it would be too difficult to try and get out of bed without waking Wonho. He would just have to wait until Wonho moved off him again, however long that would take.

If only he had been more careful when he had first met Wonho. If only he hadn't been naïve and believed there was good in everyone, then he wouldn't be stuck in this fucked up situation...

~~ Eight months ago ~~

Mark struggled as he lugged his boxes of belongings up the stairs to his new apartment. He had stacked them three high and couldn't see in front of him, so it was slow going as he took the steps one at a time up the exterior stairwell.

He wished his parents were able to come with him today to help him move in, but they couldn't get time off work. He was also nervous but excited about having his own place and moving to Seoul to go to a decent high school. More than anything he was grateful that his parents had arranged everything for him. He had been so excited when they had surprised him with the news that he would be going to a school in the city.

He finally reached the fifth floor when he bumped into someone.

"Oh I'm sorry. Excuse me." Mark apologized hastily. He tried to place his boxes on the ground to apologize properly but they slipped from his grip.

"Careful there." A deep voice said.

The man whom the voice belonged to managed to catch the boxes and laid them gently onto the ground. He adjusted himself and smiled down at Mark.

"Hey there, are you moving in?" The man asked.

He had bleach blonde hair and was well built. His obvious muscles were on show as he wore a singlet and shorts. He looked like he was heading out to go to the gym.

"Yeah. My name's Mark, it's nice to meet you." Mark replied, bowing politely.

The man chuckled. "Nice to meet you Mark and no need to be so formal. I'm Wonho. What number are you moving into? I can help you move in if you like."

Mark was slightly taken aback by the man's - Wonho's - friendliness. "Oh you don't have to. You look like you're going out."

"It's no problem, Mark." Wonho replied with a kind smile. He picked up the boxes and grinned at Mark. "So which apartment?"

Mark returned his smile. "Thanks, I'm number 510."

Wonho's face lit up. "Hey, that's right next door to me! I'm 509. We're going to be neighbors." Wonho said. He turned and started walking down the corridor. "Your apartment is just along here past mine."

He stopped outside a door that had the number 510 printed on it in black. Mark fished out his keys and unlocked the door. He stepped inside his new home after Wonho and looked around.

It was small but more than enough for Mark. There was a cosy kitchen area to the right and a lounge area in front of him. He could see two doors at the end of the room, which he assumed led to the bathroom and his bedroom. Luckily, these apartments were already furnished with basic furniture, so Mark didn't have to worry about that.

"So how old are you Mark?" Wonho asked after he popped the boxes down on a coffee table.

"Sixteen." Mark replied.

"Ah, so you're in high school? I thought so. Where did you move here from?" Wonho asked with a charismatic smile.

"From Hwaseong." Mark responded.

Mark felt like he had hit the jackpot with his new neighbor Wonho. He was friendly and seemed like he would definitely look out for him.

"Not too far away then. Did you come up by yourself?" Wonho asked, tilting his head slightly.

"Yeah, my parents couldn't get time off work." Mark replied sheepishly.

Wonho gave him a gentle pat on his shoulder. "Well don't worry. If you need anything just come and ask me."

"Thanks!" Mark grinned.

Wonho helped him carry up the rest of his stuff.

"That's all of it?" Wonho asked as he carried the last box inside.

"Yes, thanks." Mark slumped down onto the couch, tired after walking up and down the stairs several times.

Wonho sat down next to him, a little bit close considering Mark had only just met him but Mark shrugged off any concern. Wonho seemed cool and friendly. It would be cool to to have an adult as his friend, Mark thought.

"Can you get me a glass of water, Mark?" Wonho asked, resting a hand on his shoulder.

"Oh, of course." Mark replied. He stood up and went to the kitchen, found a glass in one of the cupboards and filled it up with water from the tap. Then he walked back over and stopped in front of Wonho. "Here you go."

"Thanks, Mark." Wonho flashed him a dazzling smile and took a large gulp of the water. He handed it back to Mark. "You have some too." He said.

Mark didn't want to seem rude, so he took the glass and placed it up to his lips.

"Drink up." Wonho said cheerily and as he did he lifted the back end of the glass up.

All the water tipped to the other end of the glass and Mark wasn't ready for it. Water flowed out the sides of the glass, dribbling down his chin and onto his t-shirt.

"Oh, I'm sorry Mark. I made you get your t-shirt all wet." Wonho apologised.

Mark quickly wiped the water from his chin with the back of his hand and shook his head. "No, it's not your fault. I have plenty of other shirts."

He placed the now empty glass onto the coffee table and rifled through his boxes until he found a pale blue t-shirt with the slogan "we hot and we young" on it. He turned his back to Wonho and pulled off his wet t-shirt, replacing it with his dry one. He turned back around and noticed Wonho staring at him.

"Oh, sorry." Mark said, realising it was probably weird that he just changed in front of him.

"No, no. You're fine, Mark." Wonho answered with a gentle smile. He stood up and walked over to Mark, looking down at the slogan on his t-shirt. "We hot and we young; that's fitting." He said with a smile pulling at his lips.

He lightly patted Mark's cheek as Mark stared up at him in confusion. What did he mean by that?

"I just remembered Mark, that I have some of this really nice dessert my boss gave me yesterday leftover in the fridge." Wonho began. He placed his big hands on Mark's shoulders and steered him towards his front door. "Do you want to help me finish it?" He shifted his head around close to Mark's face to smile at him.

Dessert did sound nice, Mark thought to himself, and nodded to Wonho.

"Yes please." He replied politely.

"Excellent." Wonho replied.

Mark felt one of Wonho's hands slide down his back, almost like a caress, and come to a stop at his hip. It felt kind of weird, but Mark pushed his concern away. Wonho was probably just one of those people who really liked skinship.

"Come. Lets have some delicious dessert!" Wonho said happily as he led Mark over to his apartment...

~~~

There was no dessert that day. Instead, Mark had managed to fall straight into Wonho's trap.

That had been the day that the gates of hell had opened and swallowed up Mark whole, ripping his purity, happiness and joy away from him, in just a few hours.

He would never let himself relive that day. He kept it locked up in the deepest, darkest recesses of his memory.