We'll Take It Fast // { markson } ✅ COMPLETED

Chapter 1

Author's Note:

Here's the first chapter!

Just a little warning, the scenes are a bit too fast thus the title, haha. But please enjoy!

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Thank you :*

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If you ask Mark numerous times on what he wants for Christmas, he'll give you the same answer. A boyfriend. You can call him desperate but he won't care.

Every day, he'd pray to God to give him what he wants. He tried being kind and helpful to strangers even though he lacks the confidence to actually start a decent conversation with them. He thought that if he does good things, he'll be rewarded. But three months of being the Good Samaritan that he was, still no sign of him getting what he wants.

Sighing, Mark looks down on his lap while sitting on one of the swings in the playground near his house. It was snowing and Christmas will be in a few hours. You might be wondering what he was doing outside, alone, in such a cold weather.

He had lost hope. He knew he won't be getting a boyfriend this year and dreaded at the possibility that it would be the same for the next year. He's twenty eight and his relatives have such high expectations that he'd be settling down before he hits thirty. But even without them giving him pressure, Mark still wanted a boyfriend.

He wanted to know how it feels to have that special person beside you, supporting you and just loving you the way you are. It may not have been obvious with his poker face, Mark feels jealous of people who already have their special someone with them. He bets they'd be celebrating Christmas, the holidays or maybe every day, their love while he mopes about his pathetic and dull love life.

Mark wakes up with his alarm ringing on his bedside. He groaned and lazily reached for the offending device before shutting it off completely. The moment he sat up, the door bursts open making him jerk a little bit and glares at the unwelcomed visitor afterwards.

"Merry Christmas, Mark hyung!" Bambam, his younger cousin, greeted him cheerfully with a wide grin on his face and Mark wanted to wipe that away but find no energy to do so.

"Merry Christmas." Mark murmured before he lied on his back, attempting to go back to his dream where he was having a nice Christmas dinner with his non-existent boyfriend. But Bambam chose that moment to jump on his bed, shaking it with his weight and waking up Mark rudely. "Stop it."

"No! You have to get up and open your presents!" The younger continued to jump like a little kid even though he's already a third year in college. "And your mom's boss' son is downstairs already. I don't even know why he's here." That piqued Mark's interest but still didn't make a move to lift his body off of his bed so he let Bambam continue his rambling. "She said something about her boss leaving for a business meeting. Thought he was ugly when Auntie mentioned him but he was really, really handsome, it made my panties wet."

Mark rolled his eyes as he sat up, glaring at his cousin who was grinning at him. "First of all, you don't wear panties, you brat. Second, I don't care if my mom's boss' son is downstairs. Third, I just want to sleep for the rest of the day so could you please leave me alone?" He grabbed his blanket and dragged it over his head, hoping to fall back to sleep once again.

"I'm having none of your attitude, Mark hyung. Your mom strictly told me to get you prepared for breakfast because we have a guest." Bambam shook his head as he forcefully yanked the blanket away from Mark's body and throwing it somewhere across the room. Mark was so adamant to stay on bed but Bambam manages to drag his body to the bathroom and before Mark knew it, he was already drenched.