Mark had only made one scar on his wrist when he felt someone pull his hand holding the weapon back. “Mark, what do you think you’re doing?” It was Jaebum’s voice. Mark’s brows knitted in confusion.

“Jaebum, why are you here?”

“That’s what I’d like to know.” Jaebum folded his arms and looked pointedly at the bloodied cut that Mark had just made.

“U-um, I can explain Jae-,” Mark mumbled, all the while trying to pull down his sleeve when Jinyoung arrived and smacked the other hand away.

“You can get an infection if you do that, idiot.”

“G-guys,” Mark stuttered, surprised at the overwhelming presence of his mates.

“Look, we’ll talk about this later, when we get back. I’ll drive you and Jinyoung back home, and I’ll go search for that Jackson,” Jaebum instructed.

Mark looked at Jaebum alarmingly, a look of panic obvious in his brown eyes. “Jackson went out?”

“He went out searching for you. Said it was because of you that he left and all that crap.”

“Jaebum, don’t talk about Jackson like that,” Jinyoung spoke up, his voice stern. Jaebum shook his head and gestured for them to get moving.

“C’mon, it’s getting pretty late.”

It was the afternoon of the next day soon enough, and everyone was rounded up in the living room, looking at each other in confusion. “Hold up, why are we gathered here? A family meeting or something?” Kunpimook asked curiously.

“Like hell I want to be your brother,” Jackson replied, earning himself a playful punch in the gut.

“Guys, listen up. We’re here to talk about your issue, Mark,” Jaebum spoke up.

A heavy silence fell upon the room, a heavy atmosphere slowly building itself up as Mark looked at Jaebum, not a hint of expression on his face. “What about me?” He challenged.

“I think you know yourself, Mark. I’m sorry but we’re worried about you, and all we want to do is help you,” Jinyoung said, his voice solemn and full of pity.

I don’t need pity.

“What’s wrong with Mark?” Yugyeom raised his hand and asked.

“Nothing,” Mark snapped, surprising the younger. He shut his eyes and in a deep breath, before meeting his eyes with Yugyeom’s again. “Nothing’s wrong with me.”

“You’re suffering from depression, aren’t you Mark?” Youngjae’s voice was quiet, and everyone became silent. In fact, the silence was so overwhelming that Youngjae couldn’t bear it anymore.

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