Heat (Yumark)

Chapter Two

Cold. Everything around Mark was cold. He opened his eyes, but only saw the bleak darkness around him.

He reached around him, hoping to find something to alert him as to where he was. He felt cool sheets underneath him, and when he moved his hands up his arms he felt a tube. He moved his hands around more, and stopped when they hit something.

Not something. Someone.

He heard a groan from next to him, and a chair squeaking as the person stretched.

"Markie? Baby are you okay?" the unknown person asked.

And of course. He couldn't see them.

"Markie? Can you hear me? Can you feel me?"

Mark slowly nodded his head at the person.

"Markie, can you see me?"

Mark turned his head towards the person and shook it.

That's when he realized what was wrong. He started hyperventilating and attempted to curl himself into a ball; while the person next to him tried to comfort him.

Mark jolted awake. This time, with the ability to see. He put his hand over his heart. The speedy beating confusing him.

'Why is my heart beating so fast? It was just a dream. A really, really, vivid dream.' he thought to himself

"Are you awake Markie?" a voice called.

Mark whipped his head towards the voice. Seeing Yuta standing in the doorway holding a tray of food.

That's when Mark realized he had no idea of where he was.

He looked around the room, and concurred that he was most definitely in a bedroom. The walls were a soft white, the floors a gray oak color. All the furnishings were white-the desk over by the door, the dresser across from the bed, the side tables by the bed- whereas the comforter on the bed and the chairs in the room were a gray, even the curtains were a gray. He looked out the window and saw Seoul laying below it.

'Where the heck am I? Is Yuta really wealthy or something? Is this his house? Is this even a house?'

Yuta chuckled while watching Mark. "Markie you don't have to worry. You're in my apartment." He looked at the young adult in the bed, admiring his bed head.

"Yuta?"

"Yes Markie?"

"Why am I here?"

Yuta sighed. He was hoping Mark wouldn't ask until after he ate breakfast, but supposed the cutie-young adult had the right to know.

Yuta took long strides to the bed, sitting on the edge and pushing the tray of food towards the other.

"Here," he said softly. "You should eat something."

Mark took the tray of food gratefully. He examined the food for a moment, softly laughing when he noticed the fruit-smiley face on the pancakes.