Promise 224 | mark

#12

˗ˋ playιng: [ voicemail #12 ] - drowning ˊ˗
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"Mark, are you okay? You've been lacking behind a lot recently." The choreographer asked, placing a hand on the tired boy's shoulder.

"I'm fine."
"You're tired. You should relax more, you've been stiff all day."

It had been two weeks since the incident and Mark's wrist was still empty with nothing to fiddle with or to snap himself out of his turmoil. Nothing was the same, he felt like he lost another part of Jiyun that he kept with him.

"Alright. Let's all take some rest, we can continue tomorrow. Remember, your concert is in a month!" They all dispersed from their initial position, grabbing their bags and leaving with no other plans except to go home and rest in the comforts of their bed.

"Are you not going?" Jisung questioned, glancing at Mark who was still stood in the corner, drinking his water.

"I'll leave soon." Mark replied, only to not worry him though — because he knew he was definitely not leaving anytime soon. Jisung glanced at him worriedly but decided to leave and let him figure it out himself.

Mark immediately heaved a sigh, feeling a heavy weight on his shoulders. He felt disappointed in himself. He hadn't let anything affect his performance before, so why now over some hair tie? Even when Jiyun first left him, he didn't let his emotions slip through.

Or during the practice after meeting Jiyun in the hospital, he just simply felt numb.

Without any other solution to fix the predicament he was in, he simply resorted to the only thing he knew to do. Turning on the music again, he stood in the middle of the studio and started dancing to the choreography again...and again.

An hour or two had passed, the non-stop movements from the boy attempting to execute it perfectly. Yet, it just didn't work. He did it until his body gave out, him falling to the ground and simply laying there motionless.

The music faded away as the song ended, the studio becoming still. Mark's heaving breaths were the only thing resonating throughout the room, his eyes closed as his forehead beaded with sweat. His entire body was in pain yet he could barely feel it. All he felt was nothing except the ache in his chest.

He hated how he could never get rid of it.

"You need to stop overworking yourself. Why are you still at the company, it's literally 11pm!" Jiyun reprimanded through the phone. Mark had a small smile on his lips at her concern. The pain from his body felt a little lighter now that he was talking to her, albeit through a device.