HIDE N SEEK | Yumark

2. It has only just begun

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Look outside, isn't it such a
beautiful night? I'm surprised
you've gotten this far, you've
impressed me massively.

~ Y

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Mark looks outside and all he sees is a large pretty pink cherry blossom tree. He looks above the pretty tree and sees the moon. Yuta was right, the night looked so pretty, it made Mark miss being home with Johnny, just chilling or whatever. But now he's trapped in some psychopath's house, not knowing whether he's ever going to see his close ones ever again... right now he'd rather die than stay here and live. This was torture enough.

He turns around and sighs, looking around the room for the next note yet that was it. He rolls his eyes, putting the post-it in his pocket along with the other post-its' he'd collected before walking out the room. He was about to head into a room when he heard some footsteps from the room. Was it Yuta? or was someone else living here as well?

"Is someone in here?" He asks but he's answered with silence. "Yuta, are you in there?" He asks, placing a hand on the door handle, his pocket knife at the ready to attack if necessary. He's answered with silence yet again. He takes a deep breath and shoves the door open, his knife gripped tightly yet no one seemed to be in the room. Maybe it came from a room next to it? He looks around at the other rooms and gulps. What if Yuta had snuck into the opposite room whilst he was occupied with the diary. What if the diary was just a distraction? Mark makes his way back to the room he came from and no one was there, he checks under the bed, in the closet, no one was there. He then goes back to the first room he entered and begins to feel nervous, his palms begin to feel sweaty making him worry about his grip on the penknife he was still holding.

He takes a deep breath and places his hand on the door handle, pressing down slowly and finally opening the door the tiniest bit. He looks in and sees what looks like someone in there, he seemed to be calmingly reading a book. Mark backs away from the door before taking another deep breath and wiping his sweaty hand on his jeans before gathering all the courage and bravery he needed to be able to face his psychopathic kidnapper. He wasn't gonna lie, he was absolutely terrified to face this man but he'd do anything to get out of this place alive, to see his close ones and completely forget this ever happened.

Mark pushes the door open and stares down at the man with fearful eyes coated with a layer of rage that'd scare off anyone.

Except for Nakamoto Yuta, who was thoroughly enjoying this.

He looks up at Mark and smiles gently. "Oh, you found me" He giggles and Mark suppresses his urge to charge at him and stab him because that's what he's probably expecting Mark to do.

"What the fuck do you want from me?" He asks, clenching his fists. "I want to play a game, nothing more" He replies, not looking up from his book. "I don't wanna play your sick and twisted games, I wanna get the fuck out of here," Mark says and Yuta snickers looking at Mark's angered expression, he found it so cute. "I know but you have to play the game in order to win, to win your freedom" Yuta sighs. "I didn't ask to be in this goddamn game Yuta!" Mark exclaims and Yuta's eyes widen.

"You found out my name? How is that?" He asks, attempting to switch topics but Mark takes a deep breath, pointing the penknife at Yuta. "Don't try and change the subject. Let me go or this is gonna get nasty, man" Mark warns Yuta who giggles, slowly putting his book down on his bed making Mark begin to panic on the inside. What if he got himself into a battle he can't win? what if he isn't strong enough at all? "I like nasty," Yuta smirks, standing up. "But judging by your tone, you don't like nasty" Yuta puts an open hand out in front of Mark, who looks puzzled.

"Pass me the knife and I'm sure we can both come to a conclusion we're both happy with," He tells Mark who scoffs pulling the knife back to his side. "Tch, no? Why the fuck would I do that? are you kidding me? there's not gonna be a way to solve this with us both being happy at the end of it, I know you too well already, you can't fool me" Mark explains to Yuta who just smiles. "I can guarantee we can come up with a solution so pass me the knife and let's sit down and talk, okay?" He says softly and he notices Mark's expression change. "No," Mark says calmly and Yuta's brows raise. "No knife, no freedom," Yuta says, sitting down on his bed once again and Mark quickly gets riled up again.

Mark was sick and tired of this already, he didn't care if he had to kill a man to get out of this. He jumps at Yuta with the knife and he sees Yuta's eyes light up in excitement. Yuta grabs hold of Mark's wrist and jumps up, spinning around before pinning Mark to the bed.

"Oh Markie~ you've got quite a temper, haven't you?" He giggles at Mark who was breathing heavily. "If you carry this on, it may end up nasty" Yuta informs Mark who just stares at him with intense rage in his large eyes. Mark didn't care if it got nasty, if he had to kill someone for his freedom, he would and he'd do it without a second thought.

"Why are you enjoying this?" Mark utters out and Yuta shrugs. "Different people have different opinions on different things, problem?" Yuta asks and Mark jeers. "Yes, big fucking problem. This isn't fucking legal, it's against the law to kidnap people and play around with them like some goddamn toy for your own fucked up entertainment" Mark states and Yuta chuckles. "You think I don't know that? this place is pretty isolated, so you can already guess what I'm about to say," Yuta says, placing his hands gently on Mark's jaw, his elbows digging into Mark's arms rendering them useless as they begin to become numb. "I'm not gonna be able to get out" Mark sighs and Yuta smiles. "You are not going to get out of here," He says, stroking Mark's cheeks with his thumbs. Mark stares into Yuta's eyes and feels butterflies in his stomach.

Why the fuck did he feel butterflies? He had to admit, Yuta was good looking but he didn't understand why he got butterflies? He hated Yuta, he wanted nothing to do with him. "Why the red cheeks? do I make you flustered?" Yuta smirks and Mark furrows his brows. "That's disgusting, get the fuck off me" Mark growls causing Yuta's smirk to widen. "Oh you're adorable" He giggles and Mark scoffs. "Jealous much?" Mark smirks at him. Yuta giggles before lifting his arm up to slap Mark but Mark uses this opportunity to stab Yuta straight in the side with the arm that didn't completely go numb.

Yuta gasps and goes silent for a minute before chuckling. "You're not slow, are you?" He breathes before taking the knife out and pressing the point of it to Mark's neck, Yuta's blood dripping down him like crimson rain. "But, you're not cleverer than me" Yuta laughs before stabbing Mark in his side causing him to groan in pain as he feels the blood seeping out of him and onto the bed. Yuta stares at Mark who was whining and moaning in pain and smiles with loving eyes. The sight before him was absolute heaven, he loved seeing Mark like this. It was so amusing to him. To hear his little cries as he feels the knife in his side cut through him with every move he makes, Yuta just couldn't get enough of it.

Moments later Mark begins to feel sleepy and a little bit dizzy, why that was he didn't know. Could it be tiredness from running around the house for so long? he couldn't fight it. Was it because he had been lying down for some time now? "You goddamn bastard" Mark mutters before his eyes begin to flutter shut, Yuta smiles down at him. "Good night my sleepy boy" Yuta sighs softly as he watches Mark completely fall asleep.

"You can try again tomorrow"