𝗦𝗪𝗘𝗘𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗧 ❣ 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘨.

Chapter Eleven.

Jisung decided to skip school today. Mark almost wants to scold the younger, but the kid is so cute, he couldn't resist him.

"Hey, how would Park Minhyung sound?"

He suddenly turns his head to the younger as he heard that. He furrows his eyebrows but Jisung keeps grinning.

Stealing his last name would be great, but it's not that sound good when put beside the name Mark. Mark Park sounds weird. Or should I change my English name into something that wouldn't be sound weird when put beside the last name Park?

He thought for so long, Jisung pokes his cheeks. "Hey, Minhyung?"

Mark jolts back to reality and looks at the younger. "No, what about Lee Jisung?"

Jisung scrunches his nose, "I don't see any problem with it. Sounds better than Park Minhyung, actually. But you're still the wife."

Mark stares at him, "Stop! We're not going to get married."

"Yes, we are."

"No, we're not."

"Yes."

"No."

"No?"

"Yes—I mean, no!"

Jisung laughs and leans closer to Mark, pressing his forehead onto the older's. "I really love you," he whispers.

"No, you don't."

"Yes, I do."

"No!"

"Yes!"

"Oh my God! You do know that we can hear you two, right?" one of Mark's co-worker suddenly yells and laughter fills the whole clinic.

Mark pulls himself away from the younger and puts his head on the table. He's so embarassed right now. Jisung just giggles and kisses his head.

"You're so cute, Minhyungie."

"No!"

"Yes!"

"I swear to God, Jisung—"

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"Let's go to that Japanese restaurant again. My treat." Jisung says as Mark packs his thing, ready to leave the clinic.

The older glances at him and smiles, "Sure. Your treat, you say?"

The kid nods, "Yeah, my treat again. Let's take a train."

"Okay, here's a deal. I'll pay for our train ticket and you'll pay for our meal."

"Sure!" Jisung grins. "Let's go, Minhyung!"

Mark pushes his bag on the younger's chest, "Also, carry my bag." He grins back as he watches Jisung furrows his eyebrows while slinging the bag over his shoulder.

They leave the office and Mark bid goodbye to his co-workers, and they say the same to him. They finally leave the clinic and walk their way to the train station.

Mark bought them tickets to Busan and at the waiting area, they stood there. Jisung's arm wrapped around Mark's waist as he types on his phone. Jisung peaks a little on his phone and saw that the older is texting his Mom that he's going to Busan to eat.

"Hey, I kinda miss Aunt Lee." Jisung suddenly says.

As Mark presses the send button, he turns his head to look at the blue-haired student. "I told her you're courting me and she wants to see you again."

Jisung smiles slightly, "Really? I want to see her too. When can we meet her?"

Mark hums, "I don't know. Maybe on weekends, if I'm not that busy. I'll take you to her."

Jisung nods, "Okay."

A train suddenly stops in front of them. The door opens and they start to walk to go inside the train, along with some other passengers.
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