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I should’ve invited her out to amnesia.. 

about it being faster to walk to work, rather than driving because Korea has too many cars and traffic is worse than L.A, thinking it didn’t get any worse than traffic back home, but he was wrong, so wrong.

Mark’s room is clean and very neatly organized, he dislikes feeling dirty or a mess; therefore he’s totally anal about everything in his room, from the way he folds his sheets to the way things are placed around his bedroom. To him, his room is just perfectly arranged but to others it may seem a bit of a cluster, others may think he was poor organizing skills, but as long as he can get around and find everything when needed then he don’t care too much,

he jumped up, flinching as her hand unintentionally, or intentionally, brushed up against his thigh, too close to his private area. “WHAT THE-” his eyes opened wide, and he became frozen for a short moment, starring straight at her, almost demanding an explanation with his gaze. “I think that’s every mans weak spot..” he chuckled awkwardly both hands coming down to cover himself “I’m gonna have to walk around you like this..” smiling mischievously after the scare had passed he added “or at least warn me?” laughing too much at his own words before becoming serious again “but seriously, that scared me”  

staring straight at her, he dared open his mouth, “well, maybe..but..” a sheepish smile begun to form as he put together his words before actually speaking them “It’s been too long for me, I don’t even remember what neck kisses are” keeping a straight and unbothered expression he continued “..but are you saying that’s what turns you on?” he wondered how red she would turn at his sudden bluntness.

“uh..” he looked down at his nearly full bowl of noodles, then right back at her .. “n-..yea?” he said, somewhat confused, squinting his eyes not knowing why she suddenly asked that. “d-d do you want some?” he offered forcing a small smile as he pushed the bowl towards her. “I thought you weren’t hungry” he asked under his breath as his tilted his head, clearly remembering he asked if she wanted something to eat once they sat down. 

“you wouldn’t believe me if I told you what happened” he smirked closing his hand and making a fist, taking a closer look at the cuts and bruises forming on his knuckles. Alcohol and anger were never a good mixture, he couldn’t believe he allowed himself to punch the wall at full force, simply because he’d gotten mad over something stupid “I punched the shit out of the wall.. because...” he shrugged, knowing it didn’t sound like him at all. He always tried to remain calm, never allowing his temper to get out of hand but that night something set him off after a couple drinks “just because, I punched it just because I was mad” 

mark glared at the door, trying his hardest to relax as he sat on the toilet. “dude, I told you that place gave me indigestion” he yelled loud enough for everyone in the building to hear. “but no, you were like ‘lets go lets go’” he said mimicking the males voice, “hope you don’t mind waiting an hour for me to come out of here” the tone in his voice seemed full of annoyance and somewhat sarcastic “this is technically your fault, I said I’d pay if we went elsewhere but no, it had to be your way now i’m the one suffering” his mouth ran like diarrhea, the irony, “now mister gives good advice, advise me through this”