Mark scrolled down the countless articles with the same headline, and the same shot of Jr he took. A lot of media companies had paid him good money for it, so good in fact that he figured he earned enough to last a few months. Still, none decided to actually hire him. Paparazzi photos weren't considered that important. He couldn’t help but feel kind of sorry for the poor guy, though. His privacy was invaded, the tattoo story blew up everywhere, and now the boyband member had to be careful wherever he went.    The photo wasn’t even a clear shot of the tattoo, Mark noticed, but still various websites and newspaper were making speculations about what it could be. Mark was rather sick of the whole thing. He was just glad that he got the money he needed. Yet, a part of him also felt guilty that he had to expose someone like that. It comes with the job, he would tell himself to no avail because honestly, what job? To get his mind off of things, and to get rid of the bitter taste in his mouth, Mark decided to visit the tiny coffee shop across the street from his apartment.    It wasn’t packed with people, as usual, and that’s primarily why Mark loved it there. He can sit with the calming cafe music playing, the comforting smell of coffee in the air, and occasionally try and think up a decent article under his name and hope silently that it would lead to something big. Sadly it never happened yet, but he still hopes.    The people who work at the coffee shop know him well enough by now too. They were usually college students looking for a part time job.    “The usual, Mr. Journalist, sir?” The smiley kid behind behind the counter said once it was Mark’s turn.    “Sure, Yugyeom. And didn’t I tell you to call me Mark?”   “Yeah, but saying Mr. Journalist has a more professional feel to it. One vanilla frappe with raspberry syrup at your service.”   “Shouldn’t you be drinking more professional drinks to match, though?” The other barista, a Thai kid named Bambam, said from the side, laughing.   Mark sighed, “well, if only I were more professional too. Thanks for the drink.”   They waved him off and attended to the next customer.    Mark sat at his usual spot somewhere near the wide window, where he could still see the people walking by and other street happenings. His laptop and camera were on the table in front of him, incase he found something interesting to take a photo of or write about. He took a sip of his creamy pink frappe and had to admit- the kids were right, in a way. Maybe he should tone up his drinks a bit…   His thoughts were disturbed when Yugyeom came rushing over to him a few minutes later. He looked both excited and nervous at the same time, and spoke in a hushed whisper.   “Mr. Jour— Mark! Guess who just ordered a drink!”    Mark raised an eyebrow in silent question, “me?”   “No, no,” Yugyeom inched a little to the left. “Look behind me. In the red beanie, with a really large jacket.”   Mark casually tilted to the side to get a good look at the mystery customer Yugyeom was gushing about. He almost gasped, but held it in.   “Well well,” he muttered, mostly to himself. “If it isn’t…”   “JJ Project’s Jr!” Yugyeom said excitedly, but still in a whisper.    Mark looked uncomfortable all of a sudden- he had just exposed the member, after all; if anything, he should really be running away from the cafe right now. Instead, he turns to Yugyeom again.   “Why are you telling me this?” He asked calmly.   Yugyeom glanced at Mark’s open laptop, and the camera resting beside it.    “Articles with the photo you took were all over the place. I thought maybe you could use the fact that you’re here with him, alone, to your advantage," the young boy beamed happily. "Y’know, bit of a thanks for being such a loyal customer type of thing.”   Mark chuckled, but nodded, waving Yugyeom off and saying that he’ll make something out of the situation.    But what exactly could he do? Sure, it’s not possible that Jr knows how he looks like. He could pose as a fan and ask questions— but no. Surely he would rather be anywhere but with a fan at the moment, considering how he entered the tiny coffee shop. Mark was deep in thought, when suddenly it hit him. Definitely not the best idea, but it was the only thing that could have worked.   Mustering his confidence, he made his way to where Jr sat alone.             Jinyoung knew there was something about that blonde guy who sat near the window. The camera on his table sm