𝐏𝐋𝐔𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐏𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐄 ☂︎ [ᴍᴀʀᴋʜʏᴜᴄᴋ]

𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝟴

A/N: Trigger warning ⚠️
- Suicide mentioned: if you are uncomfortable with this topic then you can skip this chapter

2 hours earlier

[𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗞]

Exiting from the front doors of his college due to the cancellation of his classes, Mark started walking his way to ilichil café. As he entered the café with a guitar in his hand he heared his name being called

❝Mark!❞ A boy with a cute bunny smile greeted him rather loudly

❝Doyoung, you don't need to shout,❞ another male that was slightly taller than the other, shushed.

The two men were the owners of ilichil café. The tall man named Taeyong decided 3 years ago to open his own café after he and Doyoung had gotten married. Ever since then they've been working together hand in hand whilst their business was running smoothly.

They had met Mark on a rainy night about 2 years ago when he stumbled upon their café

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[Flashback]

It was a Sunday night, not an uncommon one. He's been here way too many times ever since the incident occurred. He's surprised that he hasn't jumped yet. There's something that always makes him stay but he has no idea what

Mark stared down as water was dripping down his cheeks. Should I just jump? He thought to himself, would it be easier to just give up? His thoughts get interrupted when he feels his phone buzz. He swipes his phone open seeing several missed calls and messages from his mom

Mom ♡
Markie, I know you're not feeling well but please remember your mom is always here for you. Please reply as soon as you see this, i'm worried for you. Please.

He stares down onto the screen as the water droplets from the rain hit the bright screen. He tightly clutches his phone in his hand, his heart hurting making him unable to breathe properly.

❝I'm sorry for making you worried about me❞ he mumbles to himself as he wiped his eyes and tried to get off from the railing of the bridge.

The Banpo Bridge. Where many people have attempted to end their lives. Some have succeeded whilst others didn't have the guts to do it. ❝I fucking hate my life❞ Mark harshly yelled as he kicked the railing of the bridge, hurting his foot in the process ❝I'm too much of a coward to end this, I've stood there, on the edge so many times that I've even lost count but I'm still here in this horrible world❞

Mark turned around and started walking away, wiping his face from all the tears and the rain that continues to fall . He hears his phone ping again but decides to turn it off whilst placing it back into his trouser pocket

As he was walking for the past hour he finds himself in front of a cafe. He needs something warm to drink and this place is the only one that's open this late.

He steps inside as he brushes his hair backwards, a sigh escapes his lips as the warm air hits his slightly shivering body. There were no customers at that time which was good for him.

He walks up to the counter and sees a black haired boy napping on the counter whilst another boy was cleaning the tables. He clears his throat awkwardly intending to let the other know of his presence. The said boy immediately raises his head and straightened himself as he realises that there is a customer waiting to be served.

❝Hi I'm sorry about that...i just dozed off ❞ before returning his gaze back to the customer he turns his head around and glares at the other male whilst whispering ❝Taeyong why didn't you wake me up?❞

❝You looked cute while you were sleeping....i just couldn't❞ he cooed before returning back to cleaning the tables

He puffed his cheeks and sighed before shuffling closer to hear the customer's order

❝It's okay, you must be tired since its so late❞ Mark replied

He nods thanking him for being so understanding. ❝So what would you like to order?❞

❝a hot chocolate with some whipped cream❞ he pauses for a second to look at the boys nametag

'Doyoung' he whispered to himself

❝Okay coming right up❞ he smiled cheerfully trying to lift the saddened males mood

❝Do you need a towel? You're drenched❞ the other male named Taeyong questions

❝No I'm okay, but thank you for the offer❞ he bluntly replies as he pays for his drink

He nods ❝I'll bring the hot chocolate to your table❞

Mark sits down at the table, not too long after the guy brings him his drink. He thanks him before taking a sip. The warm liquid oozing inside his body taking away all the cold that was even there.

The two boys who he presumably thought was a couple gestured to mark if they could sit down at his table. When the said male tilted his head while nodding a small yes they immediately sat down in the seat opposite him.

❝If you don't mind me asking why were you out this late, all alone with no coat or umbrella?...are you okay?❞

He chokes on his drink before he breaks down, unable to stop his tears from falling. He doesn't even know what happened but something about these two strangers made him feel safe. They looked like the type of people he could trust with his secret. It seemed like they cared and that's what it took for him to fully break down and share everything.

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A/N: please remember you are not alone! If you're having these kinds of thoughts then please do not hesitate to call helpline or even talk to someone that you can trust ♡

You are loved and wanted in this world ilysm <3