Promise 224 | mark

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Mark's eyes were swollen, his eyes tinged with a slight redness from crying. His throat felt tight, heart heavy as he dragged himself into the practice room. All the eyes of his members darted towards him, watching the solemn boy walk to the corner of the room to put down his bag before leaving again.

"What happened to him? Is it just me who thinks he has been more...depressed than normal?" Jisung spoke up, breaking the silence as the rest nodded in response to his question.
"Yeah no idea what happened to him, he always keeps things to himself."

His knuckles were white as he gripped onto the edge of the sink tightly. His eyes closed as he breathed in and out, trying to clear his own mind.  "Fucking hell," Mark cursed as he splashed water on his face as if desperately trying to wash his own pain away. "It's okay. I can do this, just like how it has been everyday."

Mark trailed into the practice room for the second time that day, right behind their instructor. The rest of dream glanced at him with a worried expression. "I'm okay," he reassured with a stiff smile on his lips.

Practice went on as usual, nothing seemed that off about Mark. His moves continued to be executed with precision and fluidity.

"Alright. That's all for today, thanks for working hard!" Their instructor spoke up when the music ended. All of them fell to the ground, exhausted and sweaty.

"Guys let's go out and eat dinner together."
A chorus of agreement filled the room from everyone except for one boy. "Um I think i'll pass this time," Mark responded, bringing a hand up to scratch the back of his neck.

"Well, too bad. It was a statement not a question," Donghyuck snickered before feigning a pitiful expression and patting his back. "You can't escape us now."