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Mark Nct - bullimic

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1000 words.

Mark's schedule had been relentless lately. His busy days gave him the perfect excuse to avoid eating much, brushing off concerned glances from his members with half-hearted excuses.

But Haechan noticed.

He always noticed.

The first sign was during lunch one day in the practice room. Mark sat on the couch, absently pushing rice around his plate. Everyone else was eating and joking, but Mark's smile seemed forced, his plate barely touched.

"Mark," Haechan said, nudging him lightly. "You didn't eat much at breakfast, either. Aren't you hungry?"

Mark shrugged, not meeting his eyes. "I'm fine. I'll eat later."

But he didn't.

Over the next few days, Haechan paid closer attention. Mark's excuses became routine — he wasn't hungry, his stomach hurt, he'd grab something later. Then there were the bathroom trips after the rare moments when he did eat. Haechan heard the sink running for too long, the occasional cough muffled behind the door.

It wasn't just Haechan who noticed. Taeyong had seen Mark pulling at his sleeves to hide his thinning wrists. Johnny caught him swaying on his feet during practice more than once, and Doyoung picked up on the lingering unease in his posture whenever food was involved.

But no one said anything directly — until one night, when Mark had a solo schedule.

The members gathered in the living room, the tension in the air palpable.

Haechan started, his voice hesitant but determined. "I've been watching Mark, and... I don't think he's okay."

Taeyong leaned forward, concern etched into his features. "We've all noticed something's wrong, but what do you mean?"

Haechan hesitated, then took a deep breath. "He's barely eating. He skips meals, and when he does eat, he runs to the bathroom right after. I think... I think he's making himself throw up."

The room fell silent.

Doyoung broke it, his voice quiet but firm. "I thought I was imagining things, but now that you say it, it makes sense. He's lost so much weight."

Johnny nodded grimly. "I've seen him struggle during practices. He doesn't have the energy he used to."

Jaehyun rubbed the back of his neck, guilt flashing across his face. "I thought it was just stress or the schedules. But if it's more than that..."

"We need to help him," Taeyong said, his voice resolute. "He won't ask for it, but we can't let him keep doing this."

The members agreed to take action — subtly encouraging Mark to eat more and staying close after meals to prevent him from isolating himself. They decided not to overwhelm him with constant conversations about it but to show their care through quiet actions.

"Let's be there for him," Haechan said softly, his eyes shining with determination. "Even if he doesn't want us to be."

Mark wasn't oblivious.

He noticed the way the members lingered after meals, pretending to chat but clearly watching him. He saw how they put extra portions on his plate, urging him to take just a little more.

It irritated him. He didn't want their pity or their help.

But the facade was harder to maintain. His body was weaker than he realized, and the dizziness came more frequently.

One night, when the members were out for dinner, Mark gave in to the guilt clawing at his chest. He had eaten a bowl of rice earlier — too much, his mind screamed. He locked himself in the bathroom, leaning over the sink.

When he finished, his knees buckled. The world spun, and before he could grab onto anything, darkness consumed him.

The members returned to the dorm late that night, their laughter fading as they found Mark unconscious on the bathroom floor.

"Mark!" Taeyong's panicked voice echoed through the apartment as he crouched beside him.

Haechan froze, his heart pounding in his chest. "Is he breathing?"

"He is," Doyoung confirmed, his voice trembling. "But we need to call an ambulance. Now."

Johnny was already dialing.

~~~

The hospital was quiet except for the soft beeping of machines. When Mark woke up, his body felt like it had been filled with lead, heavy and slow to move. His vision blurred as he blinked against the sterile lights, and it took him a moment to realize someone was holding his hand.

"Haechan?" Mark croaked, his throat dry.

Haechan's head snapped up from where it rested against the edge of the bed. His eyes were red, his cheeks puffy from crying. "You're awake," he said, his voice trembling with relief.

"What... happened?" Mark asked weakly.

"You collapsed," Haechan said bluntly, sitting up straighter. "We found you on the bathroom floor when we got back. The doctors said you're malnourished."

Mark's gaze dropped, shame washing over him. He couldn't bring himself to look at Haechan.

Haechan didn't let go of his hand. "Why didn't you say anything?" he asked, his voice breaking. "You've been hurting yourself, Mark. And I... I don't know what I would've done if we'd gotten back too late."

Mark swallowed hard, tears burning in his eyes. "I didn't want to be a burden," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.

"You're not a burden," Haechan said firmly. "You're Mark Lee. You're our member , our friend, my... my everything." He squeezed Mark's hand tightly. "You don't have to do this alone. You're not alone, okay? We're here. I'm here."

Mark's shoulders began to shake, tears spilling down his cheeks. "I'm scared," he confessed. "I don't know how to fix this. I don't even know where to start."

Haechan stood and moved to sit beside him on the bed, pulling Mark into a tight hug. Mark didn't resist, his sobs wracking his frail body as he clung to his best friend.

"You don't have to fix it all at once," Haechan murmured, his voice soft and soothing. "We'll take it one step at a time. Together."

For the first time in months, Mark allowed himself to let go. He buried his face in Haechan's shoulder, the weight of his struggles finally lifting as he let himself be vulnerable.

"I need help," Mark whispered.

"And you've got it," Haechan promised. He didn't let go, holding Mark tightly as if to shield him from the darkness that had consumed him for so long. "Every step of the way."

And Mark believed him.

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