I will always worried about you, Idiot.
"Hey baby girl," His husky voice came up from your phone. "Have you eaten yet?" You immediately asked him, didn't bother to greet him back.
You heard him chuckling over the phone, "Woah, straight to the point, huh?"
"You didn't answer my question." You said back at him but you pouted a little, realizing your mistake. "Come on, I need to know. Have you eaten yet?"
"Yes, I have. And the food is delicious." He answered with a sassy tone on his voice. It was silent at first but then you spoke with a disappointed tone, "You're lying."
Mark sighed. Lying to his girlfriend and hoping to get away with it.
Since you found out that he had lost weight, you always remind him to eat.
Him being an idol is not easy at all. He has to sacrifice a lot to become one. Being an idol also means that he has to look flawless as a man. When he receives so many comments about him being fat, he feels that he need to lose some weight. But of course, you think differently.
Mark already does sport and dances, he already looked fit. Losing weight will make him look skinny and lifeless. Not to mention, you worry about his health.
You want to smack every person who said Mark was fat. Because... come on? Him? Fat? It doesn't make any sense. These people really need to check their eyes.
"I'm sorry but I promise to do it later," Mark tried to console you but you ask him back immediately, "When is later?"
"After practice?" Mark hesitantly said which made you grumble. "I don't know, but I promise I will!"
You gritted your teeth, "You better. Don't make me come over there and force you to swallow every food I could find from there."
Instead of receiving an agreement from him, you hear his beautiful laugh. "I'm serious, Mark." You said to him while trying not to smile.
"Of course you do, baby," Mark said still chuckling. "Is this the reason why you called me? Just checking me if I already ate or not?"
You frowned in disappointment, "Well, no. I, I have bad news."
Usually, when GOT7 has a schedule to perform, you would always be there to watch and support them, especially Mark. But this time, you can't. Due to many works that needed to be done, you forgot to order the ticket before it sold out.
"What is it?"
"I can't watch you perform this time," You sighed while running your fingers through your hair. "Well, I can watch it on TV but I can't come over to the concert. You know what I mean."
Hearing him sigh over the phone, you quickly explain your situation. "It slipped off my mind! I-I got really focused on finishing my work and when I remember about the concert, the ticket was already sold! I am so sorry, Mark. I really do--"
Mark soothing voice came up, "Y/N, It's totally fine. You don't have to come every time I perform on stage. I know you have works to do. Besides, maybe you are already bored with the repeated song."
"I will never get bored if you're the one who performs." You admitted sweetly, "I could listen to your repeated voice every day and never get bored of it."
Your boyfriend chuckles and you could imagine his smile over the phone, "You are so cute."
"I agree." You sassily answered which made him laugh. "I'm really sorry though."
Over the phone, Mark bit his lip to hide his smile. His girlfriend is really a caring and supportive person. That is something that will always amaze him. "It's okay."
The conversation between you continues on. Sharing laughs and jokes over the phone makes you want to go to the concert and see him directly. You haven't seen him for three days but you know the wait will be worth it.
Before the conversation ended, you quickly remind him. "Don't forget to eat and don't forget to bring your jacket and your heat packs. I don't want a freezing boyfriend, okay? You will be uncomfortable to cuddle. I also don't want you to pass out, it will be too much to handle."
You could sense him rolling his eyes playfully, "Yeah, yeah. You worry too much."
"I will always worry about you, idiot."
Two days later, after finishing some work at your office, you hurriedly pack your things. The show will start for an hour and you don't want to miss GOT7 performance. Some of your things fell from your desk, which made you curse loudly.
You immediately went down under the desk to pick them before one of your coworkers enters your office. "Hey Y/N, some of us want to grab something to eat. Wanna come?"
Accidentally hitting your head with the desk, the coworker giggled. "Why such a hurry?"
"Sorry, I can't come. Mark is performing tonight and I am late." You said while tidying your desk once more.
"But I thought you didn't get the ticket?"
You smiled mischievously, "I could watch it on TV, couldn't I?" The coworker smiled knowingly, nodding understandably before leaving you alone.
When you are home, the Mnet show is in a few minutes. You literally dumped everything on the floor and turn on the TV before sitting down comfortably on your couch. You sighed in relief when you realized you are not late, the show has just started.
The song 'Lullaby' started and you snickered when Jaebum smirked at the camera. You smiled widely when Mark's part came but the smile vanishes as you noticed his condition. He's wearing makeup of course but you know him. You could tell that the makeup covered his eye bags. And... Does he look paler?
Your eye twitches in irritation. Mark is not keeping his promises, not yet maybe. Your eyes quickly noticed everything that is wrong with Mark. His response is a little bit slow and his movements are not as energic as usual. His balance was also a little bit off.
Your irritation turns into concern. He looks like he's going to pass out.
"Oh Mark, please be careful." You mumbled to no one as you continue to watch over him performs.
The complicated dance that Mark always complains of came and it made you sit on the edge of your couch. You intently watch over Mark although the screen keeps turns to record each member.
When the music ends, you sighed in relief. Mark has done the performance smoothly although you tried to ignore the view when Mark fully leaned on Jaebum at the end of the performance.
"Please be alright, please be alright." You grabbed your phone and decided to call him. Waiting for a few minutes, you then dialed him.
The answering machine tells you that Mark is not picking up his phone. You decided to call him once again, the result is still the same.
You tried to call the other members and sighed in relief when Jinyoung answered. "Jinyoung? Hi, uh, I just want to know if Mark's okay?"
When Jinyoung didn't answer your question right away, you knew something's wrong with Mark. "What happened?"
"He passed out in the backstage." Your face immediately went pale and your blood runs cold, He.. hasn't woke up." Jinyoung replied calmly although you knew he was worried sick about his hyung.
"Have you called 911?" You started to rush here and there, gathering your stuff and get ready to got wherever Mark is.
"The medic is here. They're checking him in the other room right now, that's all I could tell you." Jinyoung sighed worriedly, "Are you coming?"
"Of course I am," You accidentally snapped but immediately apologize, "Sorry, I'm just--"
Jinyoung, who has known you since you're dating Mark, understands your attitude and automatically forgives you, "I know. Get here quick and be careful."
"Ma'am, you can't go there." A bodyguard pushed you back when you tried to enter the backstage.
You smacked his hands away from your body before setting a glare on him, "My boyfriend is in there, you have to let me in!"
"Yeah, everybody says that." The man said, looking bored, "Now, please go away."
"Are you serious?" You snapped at him and stayed on your ground, "I'm not some crazy fan that trying to enter and jumped on some artists! My boyfriend, Mark, is sick inside! He needs me!"
The bodyguard looked annoyed by now and started to push you back again, "You won't fool me. Now, before I dragged your ass from here, you should leave. Now."
"My ass won't go anywhere but inside," You spat the words back to the man. You tried to go past him but failed to do so as he grabbed your shoulders and started to drag you out from the place.
"Stop!" A familiar voice made the bodyguard stop and looked back to that voice owner.
"Let her go," Jackson said to the bodyguard. When the latter didn't move, Jackson repeat rather harshly, "I said, let her go."
When the bodyguard obeyed, you can't help but say, "Asshole."
Before the man could say anything, you went inside with Jackson on your side.
"How is he?" you asked Jackson while your eyes look every inch of the place, trying to locate your boyfriend.
"Still unconscious," Jackson sighed worriedly, "The medic said that his blood pressure is too low. It made him passed out."
You nodded understandably as Jackson started to lead you to a room where Mark is in.
"Oh, Mark," You sighed when you see his figure on a medical bed and rushed to him.
Mark is still sleeping peacefully. His hair is a little damp and he's sweating. Placing your hand on his forehead, it was rather cold. You pushed his bangs away from his face before settling by playing his hair.
"What an idiot." You whispered to no one but the other members heard you. They chuckled silently, didn't want to interrupt your silent moment with sleeping-Mark.
"Don't say it."
You sat up straighter while raising your eyebrow, "Don't say what?"
Mark groaned as he tried to sit up, "Don't say 'I've told you so'."
After helping him to sit up, you took a glass of water. When Mark tried to grab the glass, you smack his hand away before motioning him to drink with you holding the glass.
He pouts and opened his mouth to protest but your glare shuts him up.
"Slowly." You command him as he drank. After you put the glass away, silence fell between you.
You decided to cut off the silence, "Do you want to me rant or...?"
Mark sighed, "I know I messed up."
"Yes, you did."
"I'm an idiot."
"That you are."
"I know I was supposed to listen to you."
"That is true."
"I'm a terrible boyfriend."
"Debatable."
Your boyfriend frowned at you, "What? Why?"
You raised your eyebrow, "You didn't listen to me."
Mark bowed his head in regret which made you giggle, "No, I was kidding."
You decided to sit next to him on the bed before you hug him tightly. Mark returned your hug before mumbling an apology. You nodded your head before pulling away.
Grabbing his face, you kissed his forehead then his nose and finally peck his lips softly. Pressing your forehead against his, you breathe out slowly as you closed your eyes.
"Never again. Do you hear me? No more forcing yourself. Your body is a tressure, Mark. You have to keep it well. If something happens to you, God, help me, I will castrate you."
Mark laughed but when he didn't hear you laugh with him, his smile fell. "Wait, are you serious?"
You can't hold it anymore and laugh, "Of course not, you idiot!"
He sighed in relief, "Oh thank God, that would be horrible."
You flicked his forehead and giggled when he pouts. "Don't force yourself again, okay? You have to eat and rest a lot more now. Take care of your health."
"I will, I promise."
"You better hold this promise for good, Tuan. Last time you promised, you messed up." You crossed your arms with a playful glare.
"I won't, I really won't." Mark pulled your arms and hugged your waist, "You worry too much."
You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him close, "I will always worry about you, idiot."
