They get off the train as soon as it stops. Jisung breaks apart from their holding hands, which earns a confused Mark. Their hands are already sweating because they've been holding hands the whole trip which is almost 3 hours.
Jisung wipes his hand in his pants then wraps his arm around the older's shoulder. Mark chuckles, wiping his hand as well, before wrapping his arm around the younger's waist.
They give each other a small smile before starting to walk. "Let's take a bus to the mall." Mark says and Jisung just nods.
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"Hey, do you imagine yourself spending the rest of your life with someone?" Jisung suddenly asks as soon as they enter the mall entrance.
Mark turns his head to him and slightly creases his forehead. "Why are you asking?"
"Just answer it, hyungie." Jisung pouts. "Do you?"
Mark hums, "I don't know, Jisung. Guess, not. When I was younger, all I ever thought was to reach my dream of being a dentist. I don't think I'll ever get married. How about you?"
"I always imagine myself spending the rest of my life with this certain person. If he's not the one I'm marrying, I don't want it anymore." Jisung says, serious tone in his voice. Mark sighs, already knowing who's the kid referring to.
Still, he asks with a calmed voice, "Who is this certain person you're talking about?" He asked like he's talking to a kindergarten.
"He's my childhood friend. I like him since I was eight. Until now, I still like him. I would do anything for him to be my wife." Jisung squeezes the older's hand as their fingers are interlaced with each other.
Mark looks down, and smiles slightly, hiding his blush from the younger. "What's his name?"
"His name?" Jisung smiles widely, "Lee Minhyung."
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Fanfiction[ COMPLETED ] ❝how would park minhyung sound?❞ ❝no, what about lee jisung?❞ in which mark lee is a dentist and park jisung is a student who keeps on giving the older a bouquet of flowers every chance he gets. - ✧ letters + narration format. ✧ short...
