Jinyoung blinked. “D-did he just....” He huffed, trying to use his terrible breathing technique to calm himself down. But he just couldn’t get over it, “YAH YOU BLONDE HAIR BABY LOOKING MAN! I AM THE PARK JINYOUNG! HOW ING DARE YOU SLAM MY DAMN DOOR IN MY ING FACE! YAH!” Jinyoung took a deep breath, he placed his hand on his hip with a sassy attitude, “I’m too grown for this ...” 

Mark stood on the other side of the door, tightly grasping his shirt. Actually, he was laughing, “ blonde hair baby? Cute.” He shook his head as he finished dressing.  Taking a look around the room, Mark found this place suffocating, despite the amount of fancy decor, on the surface it seems appealing to the eye, but underneath, this home felt empty. Emptier than his own loneliness. 

Jinyoung sighed as he fell onto his bed. He was irritated of course, but he realized it’s been a long time since he yelled like that. It felt surprisingly good, like all the pent up stress was released in one blow. “That scar...” It only dawned on him now that there was a scar on his back. It looked like it was painful, and Jinyoung was a curious fellow, and definitely wanted to know where he acquired such a scar. But, he knew his limits, he didn’t even know the man, yet he was already thinking about all the annoying things he could do to get him to leave. 

“Don’t even think about it.” Jinyoung jumped up, rotating his head towards the door. “JB...why are you back?” 

“Because your new servants just arrive.” 

“Right, new servants...” This was a normal routine, every time he received a new body guard, he receives new servants, security guards, and butlers. Every few months, Jinyoung would feel like a stranger in his own home, despite the extended time he’s had in the mansion. There was nothing here he could remember, which was one of the reasons that prompted him to explore the illegal and dangerous sides of the world. He felt his desires were being fulfilled, and his soul was at peace. Jinyoung sat up on his bed, “That bodyguard...was he injured before he came here?”

“I don’t know, it wasn’t listed in the paperwork, why?” Jinyoung blinked, he got up grabbing a 300 dollar coat from his closet. 

“No reason...”

“Where you going?” Jinyoung combed his hair into a side bang and sported a chic smile, “To spend some quality time with my new bodyguard.” JB raised his eyebrow. 

“Where are you planning to go? Wait, since when—you don’t have to start doing that until Monday!” Jinyoung knocked on his door loudly, “I could care less! I’m going with him now, the earlier the better right my friend?” 

JB folded his arms, “What about meeting your servants...” If Jinyoung was to be frank, he was making time for the beautiful bodyguard just so he wouldn’t have to meet any strangers, he was tired of the same repeating process.

Mark swung the door open, Jinyoung was completely star-struck at the gorgeousness that he was staring at from head to toe. The tightly clung black shirt, with ripped jeans, and Jordans. Under a simple black trench coat, one that matched his form perfectly. Jinyoung wasn’t gay, of course not, ladies are the only thing he’s willing to explore, but at the same time he couldn’t deny that the blondie’s looks rivaled his own. 

Mark could tell that Jinyoung was staring, he hadn’t even blinked in the last two minutes, and JB was no better. He scoffed pulling both of them out of their trance.

“You done looking?” Jinyoung blinked and coughed awkwardly. He turned his head towards JB. The manager looked away, fixing his collar. Mark rolled his eyes and passed him both. After the embarrassing moment, Jinyoung almost forgot why he even came out of his room. 

“W-Wait, why are you dressed!?” He literally jumped two stories of steps and ran to catch up with the mysterious individual. 

“Do I need to tell you that?” Mark opened the front door. A tight tug on his jacket pulled him from leaving. 

“You’re my damn body guard! Of course you need to tell me where you’re going!”

“Hmm, I think you have the roles twisted.” Mark slammed the door walking Jinyoung back into the wall that separated his kitchen and glass panther collection. He placed his hand an inch above the idol’s head with a hard thump. Jinyoung was actually, a little tiny witty bit scared. Those alluring chocolate brown eyes burning bullets through his skull was especially intimidating. “I protect you, not you protecting me. For an effective bodyguard to function you have to let them do their jobs. Don’t ask me where I’m going, you don’t need to know.” 

JB stopped midway on the spiraling stairs, petrified at the “looked like Jinyoung met his match” moment. And frankly he wasn’t wrong. Though, Jinyoung liked the thrilling and dangerous vibes he was getting from Mark. He squinted his eyes to get a better look at the man before him. The s