Mark was awake in bed but kept his eyes closed and just lay there listening to the sound of cars honking and blaring, he shuddered and pulled his blankets over his head when a cold breeze from the window washed over him, he knew then that, Nora, his cat had sneeked out again. He was going to go later and yell at his landlord for not coming to fix the window like he promised. He lazily fished under his pillow looking for his phone, he practically had to force his eyes open when he found the phone. " Damn" he said and let out a soft sigh as he got off of the bed. Jinyoung was going to be on his case again for being late. When he left L.A four years ago to chase his dreams in Korea he had no idea he would be working part time at his best friends coffee shop. 'Your're just in between jobs' he told himsel 'it's just a transition'. The bedroom had gotten colder when he came back from the bathroom because of the open window, he stretched his hand out to close it but decided to leave it open incase Nora came back and he wasn't home. He hurriedly put a pair of jeans and a sweater on, shivering and cursing all the while. He grabbed his jacket, left a plate of cat food on the kitchen floor for his cat and stormed out of his apartment. 

"" he let the word slip out of his mouth as the bitter cold hit him. ' I should have worn something heavier' he thought to himself as he got on his bicycle, he always rode his bicycle to work because it was only fifteen minutes from his apartment and thought of it as his morning excercise, besides he liked the feel of the wind in his hair and on his face as he rode. He found it refreshing and it was when he was riding his bike that he did his best thinking. That morning he was thinking, if he worked for Jinyoung for another six months he could finally open up his dance studio, he pulled his hoodie over his head as the cold wind became too much. He made his usual stop at the convenience store by their coffee shop to get his breakfast. He parked his bike carefully and walked into the shop, he was checking out the aisles to see what else he could get besides ramen, if he ate ramen one more day he might throw up. he was still scrolling through the aisles when he heard a voice say "Ajussi". That voice, it made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up and so he craned his neck over the aisle to see who it belonged to and that was when he saw him.

A boy asking for help from the store clerk, he liked what he saw and so he stared. The boy looked like a poster fresh out of a magazine, his deep dark eyes, the perky red lips that made him touch his own. He felt his eyes water from staring too much and so he blinked and stared again. He found himself smile a little when the boy struggled to speak korean, at least he wasn't the only one. The smile on the boy's face when the man offered to direct him to a mechanic was everything, he smiled too and didn't know why, that was how infectious the boy's smile was. He found himself crane