Tzuyu × Got7 || Slow Updates

Chapter 12

Tzuyu's POV

It's been a week since I started avoiding the boys from Got7. Mostly Mark. They also became awfully quiet that it makes me question if what I did was right.

"Tzuyu, we'll be going on ahead!" Chae yelled from downstairs.

"Yeah, sure." I replied. There wasn't much going on, but I fell in a situation where I had to clean up our practice room due to losing in a game we played.

I walked back to the room, carefully analyzing the mess we made earlier.

"It's a lot cleaner than it usually is," a familiar voice spoke from behind me.

I instantly turned my head. "Mark?"

He granted me a quick glance, but his gaze soon went back to checking the room. "I'll lend you a hand," he told me. He started by taking the mop out of the large cabinet right beside the doorway. Shortly after, he began mopping the floor.

In some manner, he seemed cold. It was like we were never close in the first place. In between cleaning, he stole quick glances that I noticed. But other than that he hasn't said anything else.

We were almost done with cleaning and he still hadn't said a word. It was weird. I'm not used to seeing him act this way.

Maybe I should apologize.

You know, for neglecting them for the past week and not giving an explanation. It was rude of me. Especially because they were my sunbaenims by years.

"Uhm.." I began. His hands suddenly stopped moving when he heard my voice. But after a few seconds, he went back to cleaning.

I guess he doesn't want me speaking.

Maybe he's grown sick of my voice.

Or maybe because I've been a real jerk to all of them.

I sighed and took a seat on the sofa that was placed on the corner of the room.

Even though I was getting help, it was pretty tiring. Considering the fact that this was my first time cleaning after everyone. Meaning, it was the first time I lost our game.

"Hey, Tzuyu.." Mark spoke, out of the blue. I immediately glanced at him, waiting for him to continue with what he was trying to say.

"Did I do something wrong?" He asked, his voice slightly fading as he spoke.

Guilt hit me like a truck.

I didn't utter a word, not wanting to say something wrong that would probably make the situation worse.

"I guess I did, huh?" He continued, answering his question. He straightened his position from crouching. "If so, then would you mind telling me what I did that made you upset?"

Alright, now I felt like crying.

His back was turned away from me, but I swear his expression would want to make anyone cry.

Again, I didn't say anything. Or it was "I couldn't", which was pretty pathetic of me.

I gathered up the remaining courage I had inside of me and finally managed to speak up..

"I'm so sorry, Mark."

And believe me, if I could only hit myself at that moment, I would have. That was probably the most idiotic thing I ever said.

I was wrong with saying those words.

"Ah.." He let go of the mop he was holding that it strike down to the floor with a loud sound that resonated throughout the room. He ruffled his hair and let out a light chuckle. "I guess that's it then." He said, walking out of the room with his face hidden behind his shaggy hair.