Metal hangers screeched as Mark pushed through the rack of button-up shirts, but he saw none of them.

Mark's mind was not there, his body going through the motions of looking for a new shirt for the three job interviews he has lined up for next week.

Mark would much rather spend his Saturday mornings in the comfort of his bed, in the company of his book or laptop, instead of rifling through clothes at the department store.

Thankfully, the men's suits section was much less hectic than the women or children's clothing area, which was bustling because of a weekend sale.

His hand was about to push aside a white shirt with the subtlest of gray stripes, but he stopped, pulling it out to consider it.

Mark has always been one for the simple and clean; White button-up shirts with no colors or patterns. But should he change things up a bit?

He remembered the time he considered a pinstriped suit. His university friends had suggested it. Jaehyun said vertical stripes would make him look taller. Lucas had said it would give him a mafia look and they will be too afraid to not hire him.

Mark snorted. That would have the opposite effect. He usually has trouble making people like him, his usual expression making him unapproachable, or so he has been told.

The shirt still hung from his hand, but Mark's mind was wandering...

A face tilted back in bliss, brown doe eyes clouded behind glasses, hips undulating into a mouth that eagerly swallows up a long, hard cock.

"Fuck. Ah, yeah--That's good-- Take me all in" he growls, slouching back against the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Brown hair slicked back, but a few strands fall forward onto that sweat-slicked forehead. Dress shirtsleeves pushed to the elbows, revealing  forearms that grab a fistful of hair, desperately tugging, but greedily driving that mouth to move faster.

Mark blinked out of his daze. He has been watching too much of Tasty Sun's porn recently. He likes to blame it on his unemployed life, leaving him with way too much free time.

He tried not to think of last night's video; Chest heaving, peeking out from an undone button-down, small shoulders twitching. Of that gorgeous, golden body, splayed open wide on a desk, moaning and arching and-

Focus Mark. You are not going to get a job daydreaming about your favorite porn star and his videos. Life is not like porn videos, with oh-so-convenient sexual favors, or coincidental encounters, like in the recent office-themed video.

A shy, feminine voice forced Mark out of his reverie. "Hello sir, may I help you?"

Mark glanced out of the corner of his eye to see a small blonde girl had appeared at his side.

Mark shook his head,

"No, I'm fine" he turned his body more towards the clothes rack, hoping it signalled that he would much rather be left to find things on his own.

"Okay, sir, let me know if you need anything" she greeted politely, and then walked off.

"Hello sir" she said to another customer who walked in from the main aisle. "Is there anything in particular you're looking for?"

"Ah, yeah, actually, a suit jacket…"

Mark nearly dropped the shirt in his hands.

"Ah, yeah- "

That voice. No fucking way. It could not be.

"Oh, that's great, we actually have a forty percent sale on select items today!"

"Really? Thanks. I'll look around myself first"

"All right, I'll be at the counter if you need anything"

No fucking way. Impossible.

Mark whipped around.

A lean figure stood but two feet away from Mark. Of course not, it couldn't be, Mark told to himself.

That chocolate brown hair is such a common shade. And that haircut, slightly mussed, is totally common among young people these days, right?

Mark tried so hard to delude himself. But he recognized that slim frame, even beneath casual clothes. He has seen it with clothes on, and without so many times through his computer screen.

The young man turned around.

The brightest eyes framed by white-rimmed glasses glance at a neighboring rack of jackets, and then they were lifting, as if in slow motion. His eyes locked with Mark's.

Mark swallowed. 'Fuck him. It is Tasty Sun, at the goddamn mall, sipping on a fruit smoothie.'

Curiosity, then recognition flickered through those bright eyes.

"It's you! I remember you"

Mark couldn't speak, but his mind screamed.

'Fuck, fuck, fuck!' He blindly returned the shirt to the rack behind him. The metal hanger clanked loudly as he fumbled, unable to tear his eyes from the beautiful young man before him. He finally hooked the hanger on the rack and dropped his hands to his sides, balling them into tight fists.

'Fuck my life. Fuck him. No, fuck me.' Mark thought, because what were the odds that he ran to his favorite porn star. Again?! Fuck! He was gorgeous.

And then that guy was sauntering over to him. His pretty, pink lips curled into something between a happy grin and a playful quirk, the smoothie straw still between them.

"Remember me?"

Mark wanted to scoff. How could he forget? Who forgets running into the guy who keeps you up at night, horny and with nothing but your right hand to appease you?

He had run to Tasty Sun, otherwise known as Donghyuck, two weeks ago.

He had been so damn stupid. How had he not recognized his face then?

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A new markhyuck story with pornstar au. Hope y'all enjoy~