Mark, is a playboy. Obviously, with his athletic body and his flirty smirk truly goes a long way. He never believed in love, as he always say — love is bullshit. He believes that no one can make his heart go crazy, or no one could actually make him cry, because life is just sex, parties and whiskey all the time.
Until he's 25. Attending his best friend Johnny's wedding, dressed in his black polo and his gold necklace. The wedding is tomorrow, he was asked by Johnny to prepare a speech but he can't think of anything. What could he possibly say?
"Dude, I'll ready the beer once you're divorced?" or
"Just fuck and get it over with, what's the need for a wedding?"
He honestly have no idea of what to say. As someone who grew old playing with women and men, in all ages, he doesn't have a tiny bit of idea about love and it's capabilities.
Until he does.
another markhyuck, i think.
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FantasyWherein Mark is a playboy and he was able to visit his past hook-ups with the help of the spirit of Love. To summarize, it was pretty messy. [] short story [] markhyuck [] english ; completed