Honestly, how could he have said no to being a burrito? Especially considering the circumstances, even if he had to do something he wouldn’t have liked, if it comforted Mark he would have done it in a heartbeat. Settling down next to his friend, Jackson helped adjust the blanket so they were both completely covered. Brows furrowed at the other’s question, thinking as he idly ran his fingers through his friend’s hair. It always seemed to calm his down before, so it was the least he could do now.
“As just a few photoshoots, then we have that group interview tomorrow before heading to the airport. Then I actually have a few days of rest, I think BamBam and Youngjae do too, but Yugyeom was talking about an interview about his Hit The Stage, but I believe the rest were planning on going to that museum there. Jinyoung asked if I was going to go, but…” But now he wasn’t sure. They only had a few days of rest before they had their next show, technically only getting a day and a half to actually relax before they had to spend time setting up and practicing on the stage. It never took long, but now it just seemed like just a bother.
“I think you can I have a dual photoshoot tomorrow too, I know I have one with Jinyoung, but I though we had one too.” He wasn’t sure how that was going to go. They couldn’t expect him to continue his schedules, right? How could they even ask him to perform when all this was happening?
Mark wrapped his arms around him slowly, hiding his face against his chest in an attempt to hide his pain. He had no way of putting on a smile right now, not that Jackson would expect him to. Honestly, all he wanted at the moment was to stay in his arms and forget everything. He wanted everything to return to normal, his mother as healthy as she had been just a week before. He knew that wouldn’t happen, it was wishful thinking, but he could pray.
“Photoshoots, interview, right.” He murmured, remembering his schedule was almost the same. “I’ve got one with you and BamBam,” he remembered, feeling his body relaxing at the feeling of his fingers running through his hair. His eyes closed, his hand moving to the front of them to pull on the strings of Jackson’s hoodie, straightening them up before tying and untying them over and over to keep himself distracted.
He thought for a moment, “at least we have a photoshoot together tomorrow, and we can hang out, right? Once we’re both done with everything we should plan something,” he knew he shouldn’t be doing anything, not after the news he just found out, but he needed to keep himself busy, or it would get to him too much, and he’d end up breaking again.