Mark is on his way to his usual 10pm shift at Jackson’s club specifically named Star Wang Club. The name sounds cheap but the club is actually famous for its good looking staffs and of course their one of a kind DJ – Mark Tuan.
Most of the customers wanted to see how Mark’s fingers work while scratching the CDs or how Jackson would flip the bottle with his mini flair show, not to mention the ever so cold but hot Sehun who can give you a margarita made of heaven and the cute fluffy waiter who got a good sense of humor named Sungjae. For boys, no one could ever resist the club’s queen, Hyuna, who also works as DJ for her part time job but usually scheduled during weekends or if Mark isn’t around. Everyone who works at Star Wang Club were made from heaven, that’s what everybody knows from the area.
Riding his very own Chevrolet, Mark headed to the club wearing his favorite white polo, purposely unbuttoned down to his collarbone, fitted pants and white vans. He usually doesn’t pay attention with his hair but he decided to style it for tonight and brushed it up. Tapping his gorgeous fingers over the steering wheel, he waited until the red light vanished into green light. Mark decided to listen to the radio to jam with some music, he enjoys music a lot whether it’s his fingers or whole body; every part of his body can actually blend well with the music except for his voice. He can’t sing. He isn’t a God who can do well with everything but he seemed to be so close with perfection.