“Mark, is something wrong back at home?”

“No, why do you ask?” Mark raised a brow at the person who asked him.

One of them looked through your stuff, Mark Yi En Tuan.

Mark shook his head, then repeated the lines for his acting class.

Come on, you know it has to be one of your ‘friends’, right?

“No,” he whispered under his breath. “They’re my friends, they wouldn’t invade my privacy.

Remember when they asked you whether things at home were okay?

“Shut up!” Mark screamed out, just as Jackson walked into the room that they shared.

Ooh, maybe it was Jackson? Who knows?

“Leave me alone, leave me alone,” Mark mumbled incoherently, turning his back on Jackson.

Jackson was more than surprised.

He initially thought that Mark wanted some personal space and was telling him to leave, but he'd never seen Mark like this before. It was as if there was something enveloping him and tormenting him – wait a minute.

Jackson watched silently as Mark hugged his knees tightly to his chest, mumbling incoherent words and rocking his body back and forth, before covering his ears with his hands, as though he was –

Holy .

‘Was my intuition really correct after all?’

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