Mark was born to a rich family, raised in a protected environment and pretty much have not seen the world. His life has been just himself and the butler, Mr Park, for his parents died in a tragic plane crash when he was eight, and his cello. The pale-skinned boy has spent most of his time, alone, in the beautifully furnished yet eerily empty study room, practising his cello in the darkest corner of the room. It has become his catharsis - an avenue for him to sing his sorrows and vent his anger. He wished that he could sometimes play a lively piece on his cello, to celebrate a happy thing, but somehow it hasn't happened ever since his 8th birthday when his parents sang a birthday song while showering him with love and happiness. 

Years passed, and Mr Park decided that Mark could no longer be home-schooled, and that was how he ended up registering for JYP University, to major in music. Albeit reluctantly, Mark dragged his feet to the campus and submitted his papers. His life was no longer going to be restricted within the boundaries of his lonely mansion, but he wasn't sure if he would enjoy the change. As he trudged along the streets, the gust of wind swept his striking red hair over his eyes, and he irritatedly fumbled with his fringe. 

When he looked up, his eyes met with a raven-haired boy who looked around his age. The boy's slender fingers worked effortlessly on a vintage-looking guitar which obviously has been through turmultuous times, with several scratches and dents. His face was so striking that Mark registered his handsome features before taking notice of the melodious tune played on the guitar. The redhead stepped closer to the unknowing boy, hiding amongst the interested crowd. Something tells him that he was not only attracted to the music.