No matter how many coins Mark tossed into the fountain, his first love wasn't meant to happen. xx Mark always remembered Donghyuck as the young boy who always smelt like strawberry jam and sunshine, the younger who always gave him a smile that reached the tips of his soul like the sun. Even when Mark was made fun of, bullied and critcized, the young boy always stood infront of him as he protected him. And, somehow they always ended up laying down on the grass- their clothes disheveled- but laughs and smiles on their faces.