Heat (Yumark)

Chapter Three

"For now, let's get you moved in."

Mark didn't want Yuta to see his run-down, trash dump of a home. He was more than happy moving in on his own, but Yuta insisted he helped Mark.

"Are we almost there yet? I wish I knew you lived so far, we could've taken my car," speak of the devil and he shall appear.

"Yeah just one more left turn," Mark replied looking at the older of the two next to him.

Yuta simply nodded his head.

After a few more steps, they turned the corner.

"I'm the third building," Mark instructed.

They walked past two buildings, equally as run-down, before they stopped at a third. Somehow, the building in front of the two was worse.

Way worse.

Half of the windows were boarded up, and there were cracks in the bricks that covered the building. Not to mention, it smelled like weed.

Yuta plugged his nose before he turned to Mark. "Are you one-hundred percent sure this is where you live?" he asked, silently hoping the younger was joking.

But of course he wasn't. "I'm one-hundred percent sure Yuta. Oh and, even though it smells like weed, doesn't mean I smoke it." Mark glared at the older male.

Yuta smiled lightly. "I never assumed. Plus I wouldn't have brought you to my apartment if I thought you did."

"Oh."

"Let's go and grab your stuff, I don't want people to realize I was here."

"What do you-"

"I'll explain later. I promise Markie."

Mark nodded his head before guiding the older through the door, and up the stairs to his room.

Yuta was shocked when he entered the room. His eyes scanned the small place, picking out a small closet only filled about half way, a sink, a microwave, and a mattress. (Upon further scanning he did realize there was a bathroom. Though it was quite small-the shower head was right above the toilet-it didn't even have a sink).

The two speedily packed everything the younger would need-which wasn't much-and started back to Yuta's apartment.

As the two walked, Yuta went through many thoughts as to what to do with the place. The building was just on the edge of his territory, and it would make for a good hiding place should the need arise; or a good place to go undercover. But, what would Mark think if he kept the place? Would he be suspicious? Then again, he did join the gang after all, no questions asked. He decided the best option would be to just ask the younger.

"Markie?"

"Yeah?"

They looked at each other for a moment before the older cleared his throat and looked away.

"What would you think if we kept your old place?"

Mark didn't miss the nervous tone in the older's voice. "I mean, I guess it's kind of weird to keep a place you're not living in. But I'm sure you have a good reason as to why you want to keep it?"

"Yeah. I, uh, wanted to use it as a safe house I guess." He rubbed the back of his neck, suddenly feeling embarrassed. Though, he had no idea why.

"That makes sense." Mark replied.

A thought crossed his head after a moment. He stopped walking, and grabbed Yuta's arm. The latter looked surprised, then began to-slightly-blush. Mark didn't miss the pink on his cheeks, an evil thought crossing his mind.