Mark started working as a director at the second largest company of his father. During the first month, he had to learn everything from his uncle, who was currently leading the company.
Jinyoung was also working as an editor at a studio, which was quite far from his place.
Whenever it was time for him to leave work, which was usually around 6pm, Mark was always there waiting for him, either inside the car or leaning against it.
Jinyoung always brought the car to the studio, and so Mark would follow him by his car to Jinyoung's apartment.
Jinyoung had got used to these routines; and although there were sometimes little arguments between them, Mark had become a whole lot gentle to him. He had changed a lot since the first day he started working.
Jinyoung had said to him that work kept him busy and also taught him a lot. He had changed for better.
But Mark would always argue that it was Jinyoung who changed him.
Time had flown fast; it had been already three months since Mark had confessed to Jinyoung. The latter did not mind what had changed during these months; but there was one thing he had felt a shame of himself and felt that he was a selfish person - he had never gone to Wonpil since the day Mark had confessed to him.
Wonpil did not contact him either; so just like that, their relationship had come to an end due to an argument and misunderstanding.
Mark watched Jinyoung, who came out of the studio, and waved to him. Seeing Jinyoung washed away his exhaustion and fatigue from work. When Jinyoung came near him, all he wished was to hold that soft hand and pull him towards himself. Everything would have been more beautiful if he could just kiss those soft lips and never letting go of them.
"Been long here?" Jinyoung's question brought Mark back to the reality.
"No," Mark replied shortly. He felt himself off his mind. What was wrong with him today, or what had got him, he did not know. But he could not get his mind off the thoughts of kissing Jinyoung.
Upset he was, thinking Jinyoung might never love him back.
"Shall we go then?" asked Jinyoung, after staring long at Mark, who was obviously spacing out. "Anything bothering you?"
"Me? No, nothing. I'm just worn out."
Jinyoung was not convinced; but Mark turned around and opened the car door, and then he heard Jinyoung's footsteps leaving to his own car.
The drive was over a half hour long; and as soon as they got out of their cars, Jinyoung went to Mark.
"I'm going back home," said Mark.
"Why? Aren't you going to come in?"
"I'm tired. A rest will do, I guess."
Jinyoung kept his eyes on Mark, figuring out what was wrong with the latter.
"Are you alright?"
"Good-night. See you tomorrow."
Jinyoung took Mark's hand as the latter was going to turn around to his car.
"Is that something concerned with me?"
Jinyoung's warm touch calmed Mark, and he was reminded of all those intimate sessions that had happened between them. He was longing for the closure with Jinyoung again but it would just anger the latter; making Jinyoung angry was now the least he wanted to do.
