Drinking his whiskey, he found a woman wearing a black fitted dress, apparently today was the final preparation of his best friend's funeral (he meant the wedding), and as much as he doesn't want to go, he wouldn't miss the pretty bridesmaids and the good looking males in this party. Might as well get laid before Johnny can.

"Hey, beautiful" he winked as he sat next to the woman. She looked— well, older than he thought when she was facing her back, but definitely not that bad.

The woman only raised her brows, looking at him, if some guys would back off after this one, Mark was built different, he gave her his usual smirk, "Are you divorced? Lonely? I can help, no strings, no problem" he offered, raising his cup, waiting for her response.

"You really are a playboy" she glowered, smiling a few moments later.

"You know me?" his brows furrowed, thinking about his current hook-ups, honestly, he can't remember.

"Who wouldn't know the infamous heartbreaker, Lee Minhyung?" she smiled, creepily this time, almost giving Mark a shiver.

"How... do you know my korean name?" he asked, creeped out. Not a lot of his friends knows his korean name. Mostly because he grew up abroad, and because Mark was easier to pronounce.

"Oh, how about I ask you who's the last person who called you that?" her smile grew, tapping her fingers impatiently on the table, as if she was rushing him.

His head blanked, he can't remember. It's been so long, even his parents calls him Mark now, he hated the Minhyung, it sounds so... soft. That image just doesn't suit him.

"It doesn't matter, do you wanna fuck?" he straightforwardly said, not minding the other creepy things about her. How did she know all of that?

"How about I take you for a ride?" she offered. Mark's smile grew. His charms never fails, no one dares to reject the Mark Lee.