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It was three in the morning when Yuta's phone began to ring.

His eyes still closed, his hand maneuvered around his bed to find the small device. He found it after a couple minutes, the telltale sound of a YouTube video still playing guiding him towards it. Without opening his eyes he hit the answer button-a bad habit, especially when crazy fans tend to call at random times-and put the phone to his ear.

"Hello?" His voice surprised himself, the grogginess of it sending it two or more levels deeper than usual.

"Yuta?" The other person spoke. "It's Taeyong, I'm sorry to wake you but we have an emergency."

Yuta was wide awake then. His eyes flew open and he shot up out of bed, pacing around the room. "What's wrong?" He asked, even the grogginess had left his vocal cords.

"It's uhm-" Taeyong whispered something to someone on the other end of the phone, before turning his attention back to his band mate. "It's about Mark."

"What about Mark?" Yuta's heart started to race, all the negative thoughts starting to slam back and forth in his brain. "Is he okay?"

"He's not hurt or anything. No accident that ended him up in the hospital or anything."

Yuta sighed in relief. "That's good. But what is wrong then?"

"He's just-" Taeyong sighed. "He's just not responding to anything. He's like a turtle hiding in its shell. Lucas tried to get him to play some video games with him, and he didn't respond. Ten suggested going swimming at the beach, and he didn't respond. Baekhyun hyung and Kai hyung suggested shopping and going out to eat, and yet again, he didn't respond! Taemin hyung even recommended a group cuddle and movie watching session but he didn't respond!"

Yuta took in the information given and tried to find a response. Had Mark ever been like that before? Maybe. Yuta could remember multiple times where Mark had that blank look in his eyes, but he always pushed it aside. If they were at dance practice, he'd focus solely on the dance, at recording sessions he'd put his whole heart and soul into his lines.

But there were times, where Mark had nothing to focus on where that blankness would never leave. Usually it was when they were at the dorms, when there was no rehearsals or recordings for the day.

And that's when it hit Yuta.

"I'm going to call our manager, and I'll see you guys soon."

"What-"

After hanging up on Taeyong, Yuta dialed in their manager's number. If he answered good, if he didn't: a voicemail would suffice. This was urgent, and it needed to be done quickly.

To his surprise, their manager answered.

"Hey uhm, I need to fly out to LA for a while. Can you somehow add me to SuperM's tour roster or whatever?"

"You want me to what? Yuta you-" their manager sighed. "Fine, fine. It's not like I'm going to be able to stop you anyways, am I?"

"Nope. My mind is set."

Another sigh. "Alright, pack your suitcase and whatnot, I'll have Chanyeol swing by and pick you up."

"Chanyeol hyung? Why-"

"Same reason as you."

And with that, the line went dead, leaving Yuta in confusion.

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About thirty minutes later, Yuta found himself sitting in the passenger seat of Chanyeol's car.

"Baekhyun told me about Mark."

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