meanwhile, a whole different situation was taking place at mark's house. mark and his mom were seated next to each other on the sofa, neither of them saying a word. both of them hated the tension in the air.
"you wanted to talk to me about something?" mark's mom took her son's hand in a comforting way, rubbing circles on his palm.
mark nodded and kept quiet. he didn't know exactly how to tell his mom what he was feeling because he himself didn't even know what he was feeling.
"it's okay, you can tell me." her voice was calm and inviting as she continued to gently play with mark's hand.
"i think," the boy started and paused, swallowing the lump in his throat. "i think i like someone."
"oh, really? who is it?" his mom's voice had a tinge of nervousness to it and she could feel her hands starting to sweat. she had an idea as to where this was going.
"donghyuck."
the two both became quiet again as they just stared at each other. mark's mom's eyes were wide in disbelief and she slowly covered her mouth. mark could see tears welling up in her eyes, threatening to fall.
"mom?" he whispered as he watched his mom crying silently. he didn't know why she seemed so disappointed after hearing his confession.
he watched as his mom got up and went to her purse, digging around in it before pulling out her keys and wallet. her heels clicked on the floor, echoing through the house. she walked to the front door, opened it, and walked out of the house. mark flinched when he heard the door slam loudly and he sighed heavily. he was all alone now.
mark wasn't surprised when he felt tears streaming down his face, dripping onto the sofa beneath him. he always did cry easily, but he didn't mind it because he always had donghyuck to cheer him up. this time, however, no one was around to help take away his sadness.
