He came inside his studio type room, tiny paws already shuffling towards his direction to greet his owner. She jumped on his foot excitedly, not giving him room to walk. Mark smiled at her cuteness as he picked her up and ruffled her fur.
"I'm home, coco." He told the ball of fuzzy white fur, "Are you hungry?" She licked his hand and he chuckled, "Come on, I'll feed you."
Mark made his way to the kitchen, taking coco's food and pouring some on her bowl. He watched as she chowed happily on her food with her little tail wagging behind her.
The telephone was blinking so he went to check on the voicemails that has been piled up for days. Most of it were from stalker fans, he wondered how they got his personal home number.
"Guess I'll have to change the number again," he gave a sigh as the line went dead and the next message started. He was going to turn it off but then he heard the voice speaking;
Mark, darling, it's mom. You should come home for your father's death anniversary this year,
Oh and I saw Venus the other day,
Mark straightened up at the mention of her name, his first love, Venus Yoo.
She is staying here now. She's such a sweet girl, come home and catch up with her, hm? You used to be together all the time. I miss you so much. Come home soon.
He placed the empty glass on the counter and picked up coco when she was finished eating. Mark lied down on the sofa, placing coco on his stomach as he called his mom on his phone.
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It rang a few times and a few more until his call eventually went to voicemail. He thought about what he should do for a second, gripping his phone tightly in his hand.
"Mom? It's me, Mark. I'm going home."
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The next day, Mark was up early to attend a fan meet. A lot of people came. Of course. The number of people who came to see him was not a surprise to him anymore. He's famous and he knows that.
After the fan meet, he came back to the company with his manager. He threw his head back against the sofa as he put both of his feet up on the coffee table. Living a life of fame was beginning to burn him out. It was fun at first, being busy and having so many people love you but now it's just tedious.
"I wanna take a break." Mark told his manager who was at wits end, handling all his schedules.
"This brat." His manager was displeased but he sent him a grin, "Don't you give me that face right now. You can't take a break. Your concert is coming up in three days, aren't you even worried?"
