I opened my closet, scanned all over it. A stripes tee, another stripes tee , endless stripes tee and some jeans. Not one single suit at all. How does Mark know? It must be obvious then..

'DIng donggg' The endless bell ringing early of the morning, I quickly changed into clothes that I simply grabbed next to my bed, not that i didn't wear any , it was because i was wearing an animal pyjamas. Don't wanna embarace myself no matter who was it than rang my bell such early. "Ommaa?" I guessed it was my mum but no it was Mark.

"Why are you here?" I managed to speak in a husky yet cracky voice since I wasn't awake completly. "Shop for the ball remember? The ball." His eyes wandered in my house. I scratched my head assuming I've forgot. Is he coming in or what? (A/N pick me,pick me,pick me up! XD) Mark laughed, "Your hair is messy , havent you wash up yet? It's already 10:30 dear"

I avoided his eyes "So? It's still morning, wait here while I go wash up will yea?"

He stood there until I closed the door behind me. He started wandering around seeing pictures placed perfectly in frames next to my computer. Limited edition figure collection placed at some kind of leapard spots's rack while awards about singing competition and education laying on a ward rack. In Mark's eyes, Jinyoung is a well educated young man. Something that made Mark jealous was his family pictures that was placed everywhere.

"Mark! We should go now!" I violently opened the door and a loud slam was made. Mark shivered as he tried not to jump in shock when the voice echoed in the apartment. He glanced at his watch , great 20 minutes had passed. "Kid no Mark Mark, it's hyung! Aigoo it's okay  though since it's you" as Mark's voice turned softer and softer as he dragged me out. "Hyung, hyung my wallet is inside!" He ignored me and continued dragging me into his car "I'll pay".

Love Story, by Lyn (If possible, play the song and continue reading the story.)

After devouring the shocking prices of the food at the restaurant, finally it was the time for shopping. Mark pushed me to a person , a