#247markt

The Prince & Joker: friends who don’t feel things

❝ — WATCH IT. We’re only FRIENDS because I’m the only one who can handle your CHILDISHNESS && you’re the only one can handle my BITCHINESS. — ❞

( — @247markt )

During nights like this, when someone dared to make an attempt to have their favourite song in the club, Jiyong considered being a DJ nothing else but a curse, as if bad karma was finally coming for him. Luckily enough, many were easy to deal with. An almost deadly glare or a firm ‘no’ would make its work properly but there were also the ones not taking anything for an answer. And unfortunately Mark happened to be that person for who the word ‘stubborn’ wasn’t sufficient to describe how persistent he was as he kept on coming back with his request. Though he started to assume his possible intentions.

The other never had to make a big effort to push Jiyong’s patience to the limits until he would simply lose it. He wasn’t a patient guy to start with, yet Mark exactly knew what could throw him off-balance anytime. However, usually it was just his existence itself that caused the older’s blood to boil.

Hoping he was already lost somewhere in the crowd, only when he looked down at the mixing board he noticed the shakiness taking over his hands, what in fact didn’t lead him to blaming Mark for racking his nerves but rather his own self for letting the male get his hackles up this much with a plain triviality. Reaching for the nearby bottle of water, gulping it down he wished it was an alcoholic drink instead and not something as bland. The blasting music successfully drowned the sound of steps but with the corner of his eye he vaguely spotted an appearing silhouette. Turning his head little by little, his slightly raised brows immediately furrowed in annoyance upon seeing Mark Tuan in the flesh.

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luhan wanted to jump off his apartment building. looking at his bright screen as the sold out left an ugly red glare on his glasses. out of all the things that tested and played him for 22 years a sold out deck of cards was going to be the last straw (“but it’s a deck of magic cards luge!”). he could practically hear the whine in his little brother’s voice when the poor kid learns that his brother couldn’t snatch one before they sold their last deck. he didn’t understand why he couldn’t just order another deck of cards but his younger brother seemed pretty adamant on accepting nothing but that specific pack. he was nearing his monthly limit of illegal activities, jaehee promised an earful if he tried to even breath over the boundaries but it was his baby brother. fuck the system yo.

it didn’t take much time to get into the server frame, quite the opposite actually (or maybe he was just too cocky who the hell knows). without even batting a lash or paying that much attention to his current task; he quickly changed the shipping address. feeling absolutely no remorse at the poor individual who was about to not receive their order, left forever wondering why such a trustworthy site could make a mistake like that.

he stood up and uncurled himself from the creature he tends to be. for such an unorganized individual he hated uncleanliness- he forever need his general area of work to be clean or he’ll throw some bitch fit. it might just be a him thing but the need to shower every three seconds arose again, already feeling the dirt and grime against his skin (even when he hasn’t gone outside in two days). reaching into his pocket to check the time he wondered how many hours he could spare. however, it wasn’t there, the only flashy obnoxiously shiny object he owned. an old pocket watch that probably cost more than the house the lus used to reside in. it was an old wives tale that the lu family used to be national figures, looked up and respected rolling in a never ending fountain of wealth. truth be told he just believed his great grandparents were really good at poker and some rich honcho gave it up unknowingly. it’s been in his family for years now, not one soul daring to pawn it off. it’s been an heirloom of sorts, some twisted way to show the family’s unity. the poor family with the expensive pocket watch- ironic.

THIS IS JUST IN: @247markt, @247xstella

Mark, Stella and her bundle of joy... I would name this view a touching family photo if not the tainted past of them two, Joker and Little Star. Who would've thought that the sleazy leader of Snake Nest would slither back into this sex tape starlet's life? It may be a beautiful picture for now but it's ripped at every edge...

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⭐️ The stars aligned for @247markt!

Today was a little more bearable than previous days. The crowd was easing up, lesser customers to tend to, and the fact that Mark and Luna were coming down later seemed to make things a bit easier for her. It was right after lunch. They would be here any minute now. Even though she had to fix an order for a customer, Stella was utterly distracted. She kept looking up whenever possible, eyes searching for the two. 

“Thank you, please come again,” she handed over the bowl of noodles, other hand retrieving the money from the customer. Her eyes scanned the crowd again while she kept the money. She brightened up upon noticing Mark was there, making his way towards her. Luna, on the other hand, was nowhere to be found. She could sense the urgency in his steps. Stella felt her tummy twist into knots. Instantly, her expression turned worried. This was not good. 

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