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ᴊᴇʟʟʏ ᴊᴇʟʟʏ ᴘᴛ. 3

Finally

Markhyuck

“When are you guys going to make up? You and Donghyuck, I mean.” Johnny asked, as Mark exited his room, looking duller than before, but then again, it wasn't much of a surprise. After Mark broke up with Donghyuck (and no one should even utter that poor blondes name in the same sentence with love, otherwise Mark would start crying again), Mark had been on edge, and unable to do anything properly. Obviously, in front of the camera, Mark had his usual smile, laughing as Jungwoo or the other members cracked a joke. But as soon as that red light was off, his bright expression would drop, and the same sulky one would return, ruining the mood the members had tried so hard to build.

“We can't make up.” Mark whispered back, glancing around the empty dorm, although each member was present in the room, except for one.

By coincidence, a few days after the break up, Donghyuck collapsed on the floor, his bone sticking out, threatening to pierce his skin, and a silent sob escaping his mouth. Afraid to upset the younger, Mark kept his distance as he watched some nurses help Donghyuck up, and then take him to the hospital, where they later announced that he had a fractured shinbone.

“What do you mean by that?” Jaehyun asked from across the room, deciding to join in on the conversation, because the way the two youngest members were acting, it was affecting the entire group. Fans had thankfully not caught onto it, and that might have been because one of the two involved was not with them, or maybe it was because they were all too good at acting.

“He said he doesn't love me, I don't wanna force myself onto someone who's clearly no longer interested.” Mark mumbled, chugging down a glass of orange juice, grimacing at the feeling of the sour liquid brush against his throat, and an itch formed there. Great, not only did Mark have to deal with a break up, but now a sore throat as well.

“Did he really say that?” Johnny stopped Mark from leaving the room, knowing he wasn't going to do much, maybe mope around for a few more hours, then fall asleep, before waking up at the crack of dawn and trying to practice his problems away. “Did he say he doesn't love you? Or did you assume that yourself?”

“Kind of,” Mark licked his dry lips, eyes dropping to the floor and the memory of Donghyuck leaving his room flicker into his mind. The frown on everyone's face went unnoticed, as Mark quickly turned on his heels and hurried back into his room, not looking forward to talking more about Donghyuck and sulking all over again. 

He shouldn't be acting like this. He's a grown 20- year old man who needs to stop crying over things.

However, the second he walked into his room and caught sight of the picture of him and the other dreamies in the frame they bought him, he burst into tears, remembering that Donghyuck wasn't able to perform with them on the last stage.

-

“He still loves you.” Johnny said over the phone, and honestly Donghyuck wanted to close the call, then bundle up in his blankets again and probably drown in his sadness, just like yesterday, and the day before that, and before that, and before that, and- basically ever since he realised Mark no longer loved him.

“Stop giving me false hopes.” Donghyuck replied, too stubborn over the fact that Mark does not love him. At all.

“I'm not!” Johnny let out a strained groan, clearly frustrated by this conversation (especially since he had one just like this with Mark not long ago). “He's been crying over you.”

“Maybe he's crying since its his first breakup.” Donghyuck answered as pessimistically as he could, quite a contrast to his usual attitude - however his thought process had been changing ever since he started noticing strange things between Mark and Sicheng.