"Changmin-ah. Changmin-ah, come on, wake up." 

The soft yet urgent whisper whirled around in Changmin's dizzy head. He groaned grumpily, his senses in the process of being awakened to their optimal ability. His heavy eyes eventually loosened; like drawing glue from a thin piece of paper. As they fluttered open, the familiar (although blurry) image of Yunho sat on the side of a single bed opposite him came into view. 

Once Yunho knew that Changmin was awake, he relaxed a little. Changmin slowly rose from the single bed that he laid on to sit up and gather his surroundings. Yunho couldn't help but let a little smile crease upon his smooth face as he watched Changmin's reaction with a soft sense of amusement. When Changmin's eyes widened into those big, curious eyes it reminded Yunho of the face of a young child watching fireworks or seeing the Han River after dark. "Mm, where are we?" Changmin finally asked, stretching a small yawn; partially covered by his hand. Yunho's lips formed that all-too-familiar bite and then subsided to let out a sigh as his body leaned backwards with his arms splayed out behind, supporting him. "I don't know."

Changmin had gathered that they seemed to be in an apartment of some sort. It looked well-kept, with white marble tile flooring and the wallpaper was soft brown with a patterned texture of many small, dotted swirls. It was small with only a bathroom, lounge/dining area, kitchen and bedroom.

"I tried the door but it won't budge, it looks like we're stuck here," Yunho explained, identifying the perplexed look on Changmin's face. The furniture looked modern and on a glass desk table sat a wired phone. Just as Changmin was about to reach over to dial for help, Yunho lightly tugged at his arm. "No," he said. "It doesn't work." Changmin his heel and buried his head into the soft covers of the bed with a loud, long-lasting scream. Once he had released his anger, he rose again and rested his head in his hands. "Aish!" He exclaimed. In a slightly calmer tone, he asked Yunho: "what do we do now?" Yunho hid the underlying irritation that he felt from hearing that question; he'd heard it all too often recently and it made him feel uncomfortably inadequate when he couldn't give a useful answer. Yunho had already had time to think about this before Changmin awakened, though, so he was able to say with some confidence: "for now, we rest." Yunho walked over to the swanky bookshelf and ran his fingers across the middle shelf of books inquisitively. His index finger stopped upon a chunkier book, which he pulled out from the collection, titled "The Guest". His thumb flicked through the pages rapidly, and then turned the book over to read its blurb. The story of a man having to delve into the history of horrific events from the past won Yunho's empathic interest. Yunho sat down on the white leather couch to begin reading. Typical, Yunho smirked to himself as he averted his eyes from the first page of the book just in time to see Changmin wandering off into the kitchen.