Hotel California - Epilogue

Title : Hotel California

Pairing : Mark x Reader

Genre : Fluff, Romance

Summary : Mark is a night-shifts receptionist in his own hotel and it sucks, until one of his client turns up to be a pretty, annoying girl.

Warning : Slight swearing

Here is the Epilogue, which is the final part of this small series ~

Part I / Part II / 

Epilogue 

“I’m quite sure you didn’t book a room here, sir.” Mark’s hand was on his temple, softly rubbing the skin.

“But I’m telling you I called! You can’t let me wander the streets right now!” The young man was hyperventilating, his suitcase sticking close to his body.

Mark turned on the laptop and sighed, cursing whoever gave this man a room and didn’t save it on the hotel’s booking calendar. He had one room left, but it was three persons one, and giving it to this man meant making him pay for a huge room. His only solution was then to make him pay for a single room only, and lose profit.

“Listen, sir. We have one room left. It’s a triple one, but you can have it.” He rushed into his office and came back with a key.

Majimork back at it.

If you ever feel like you’re too old for Mark...remember this.

Relatable.

From the Aorta to the Apex (3/??)

Title : From the Aorta to the Apex (3/ ??)

Author : Myself

Genre : AU, Fluff

Pairing : Mark x OC 

Summary : Bored surgeons and boring conferences lead to not so boring encounters.

AN : Don’t know how many parts yet :D

PART I // PART II 

PART III

You went back to your office with a funny feeling, like you missed on something. You finally ended up having lunch alone because Jinyoung had to check on patients, and this Doctor Tuan had decided to stare at you from afar, like a creepy psychopath. It was funny yet uncomfortable, and after the shock from meeting him at her workplace, you realized he was actually part of the research team.

A knock on her door made you stop writing your last surgery report and the chief doctor popped his wrinkled head from behind the door, a big folder in his hands.

“Busy?” He whispered and you shook your head like a broken puppet. The man entered and put the folder on her desk, sighing. After a small toothy grin, he started speaking.