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sᴜᴍᴍᴇʀ ᴡɪɴᴇ ᴘᴛ. 2

Markhyuck

"You're an odd one," Jeno says, taking a sip of his coffee as he watches Mark roam around the room. It's a complete mess, the rooms turned upside down. There are clothes spread out on the floor, the wardrobes are empty, there's a large stain of a drink on the bed, and Mark's standing there at the edge of it looking proud of what he sees. "You just got conned and yet you look like it was the best thing to happen to you."

Mark chuckles and brings a hand to his hair, untangling the sticky strands before trying to cover his smile. "I can't help but be happy, I got to meet him yesterday."

"But he also conned you, he stole all the money you had in hand before leaving," Jeno says, as a matter of fact, still left in the dark by Mark as to what was so entertaining about this. When Jeno had arrived in the room in the morning, he had expected to see Mark and the other boy ready to have breakfast with the others. What he was expecting was to see Mark lying on the bed with tears in his eyes as he laughed at his misery.

"You don't understand, Jeno." Mark shakes his head. "It had been two years since I last saw him. That means he must still be close. I checked to see that there were no trains available at night and neither were there any for the morning. All the transporting cars in this area were told to leave the instant I went into this room with him. So just how far could he have gone on foot?"

Jeno stares at him for a moment when silence fills the space between them. He looks confused and still doesn't seem to understand. "If you knew him from before then why did he do this to you? How long have you known each other? And why did you ask me to find out everything about him if you already knew all of it?"

"Too many questions at once," Mark says, holding a hand up to Jeno. He replaces his frown with a smile and stands up straight. "Alright, how about we go get some breakfast."

-

"How was your night, Mark?" Yerim asks, her eyes fluttering up to see him before turning back down to her food. She spreads butter over her toast and holds it up to him. "Come take a seat and eat."

"My night was great," Mark answers, happily taking a seat beside Yerim. He takes a bite from the toast she offers and nods as a thank you. "How was yours? Must've been difficult waking up early in the morning when you're a deep sleeper."

Yerim pauses where she was spreading more butter, a smile blossom’s on her face. She knows, but so does he.

"It sure was tiring," Yerim sighs, leaning back and turns to Mark. "Just what exactly did you do?"

Mark shrugs his shoulders. "I don't see any reason to tell you, of course, unless you were to tell me something in exchange."

Yerim seems interested for a second, he almost got her hooked in like a fish, but then she shakes her head, abruptly standing up from the table. "I'm afraid I can't do that, Mark. I make sure to stay loyal to my word, unlike some people."

Before Mark gets to say anything, Yerim walks past him and through the door, disappearing to another part of the house. Mark catches sight of Jeno looking at him in confusion and sighs. "Follow her, tell me where she goes."

Without wasting any time, Jeno nods and traces Yerim's footsteps, leaving Mark alone in the dining room. A few maids are rushing past the door and Mark glances over his shoulder, smiling to himself as he knows where they're going.