Like a Lady (Markson Story)

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Mark's pov

It was early saturday morning, and I was woken up around 7, by a knocking on my door. It was Jinyoung.

"Hi Jinyoung." I mumble as he pokes his head in . "Hey did I wake u?" Jinyoung asks. "Yes you did." I say, rolling my eyes. "Well who cares, anyway me and Jb are going to the city today, and we were wondering if you wanted to come?" Jinyoung ask.

  I hardly goes into the city, I hardly leaves his quite and small neighborhood. And whenever I'm with Jinyoung and Jb I always feels like a 3rd wheel. "Sorry Jinyoung I can't today." I apologize.

"Ok, Hyung maybe next time?" Jingyoung asks hopefully, he's allways talks about bringing me into the city to try street food. "Yes Jinyoung, next time, maybe we can even get some street food." I suggest. "That would be awesome, ok I got to go know, by Mark!" Jinyoung say. "Bye Jinyoung have fun today." I say before he leaves shutting my door.

There was no use in me going back to sleep, so I decied I would go get breakfast, I didn't feel like making ramen right now, so I decied to make the most American breakfast I could think off, Pancakes.

No matter what though, my Pancakes will never taste like my mom's, she and dad Divorced when I was 17, and she moved to Singapore. That's why I'm in Korea, I need to get away from my step mom.

After my mom moved my dad remarried this lady named Celia, she was nice to me around my dad, but when he wasn't around it was hell with her, she allways tormented me about anything I did that didn't meet her standards.

"Bro let me have some." Bambam yells as he takes the rest of my pancakes, I roll my eyes and leave the kitchen and decied to go get dressed. I throw on a baggy sweatshirt, and skinny jeans.

I grabbed my house keys and phone, and walked to the mall. I enter a shop and start looking at the displays of hoodies. Since it was around 8:00am there wern't many people and the mall stores were still opening.

As I was looking at hoodies,  out of the corner of my eye I saw new display of clothes, it was a new supply of skirts, and dresses. I picked up a white poka-dot skirt, The fabric felt so much softer than normal men clothes, all men jean were uncomfortable and hurt my thighs. Why did women have it easier.

I look at the skirt once more, something told me that I needed this skirt. So I head to the check out desk. When I place the skirt down on the table the cashier lady shot me a weird look.

"It's for my girlfriend." I laugh, she nods and scans the skirt and send me on my way. I decied to just go home and try on the skirt.

When I get home, I was alone. I head to my room and lock my door I dig through my closet, and find a pink button up top near the back of my closet. I put on the top and the skirt on, putting tights on and finish the outfit with white convers.

I loved it.