𝗦𝗪𝗘𝗘𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗧 ❣ 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘨.

Chapter Nine.

"So, are you going out with me now?" Jisung asks, right after the session has done.

"No!" Mark replies, taking off his gloves. "You can go home now and eat whatever you want. Your teeth have been cleaned."

Jisung shakes his head. "Go out with me."

"Jisung! I said, no! I still have a patient in the waiting area." Mark is now washing his hands. "You can pay and go home now."

Jisung pouts, "I can wait."

Mark sighs, "If I go out with you, will you stop bothering me?"

"No."

"Fuck, then."

×××

"Where do you wanna go? My treat." Jisung asks, as Mark's already packing his things, ready to leave his office.

"Hm, I don't know." Mark says sarcastically, "You're the one who asked me out—oh, lemme rephrase that. You forced me to go out with you." He rolls his eyes.

"Come on! What if you don't like where we'll go? That's why I'm asking you." Jisung sits on the swivel chair, leaning his arms on the table. "Say, ice cream parlor? Waffle house? Coffee shop?"

Mark stares at the younger for a bit then sighs, "I want you to take me to the Japanese restaurant in Busan."

"Busan?" Jisung exclaims, "That's... that's far."

"Well, that's where I want to go. Will you take me there or not? I thought you want me to go out with you?" Mark smirks slightly, teasing the younger.

Jisung smiles and nods, "Okay, then. I'll take you there. We'll just take a bus."

"Good." The younger smiles even wider.

×××

"Hey, do you remember when we play house when I was younger?" Jisung suddenly asks as they are sitting on the bus seat. Mark only hums. "You know, sometimes, I think I want to make it real. Like, I want to marry you someday, Minhyung."

Mark flinches at the way the younger calls him by his real name. He doesn't use it that much anymore now, but there's something in his heart whenever Jisung calls him Minhyung or Minhyungie.

"You're still young. You haven't even finished college yet." Mark tells him, "And I know someday, you'll find someone better than me. Someone who deserves you. Someone closer to your age, or even the same age. I'm too old for you, Jisung."

Jisung sighs. "But it's you who's the one that I want. Ever since I was a kid, you're the person I ever wanted. I didn't care about our age gap, all I ever know is that I want to be with you, Minhyung."

Mark couldn't believe what he just heard. He doesn't know what to say. So, instead, he stayed quiet. He just lets Jisung hold his hand and interlace their fingers.

"I like you." Jisung whispers, putting his head on the older's shoulder. "Even if you don't like me, I still like you, Minhyungie."

Minhyungie. Mark smiles and unconsciously squeezes Jisung's hand.
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