Eccedentesiast | Lucas Wong

Chapter 5 ;)

Your POV;

You walk out of Taeyong's and Kun's room with Mark.

It went well to your opinion.

You chatted a bit, for as far their English went. You explained about the profiles and your work and Mark translated where needed.

They were really pleased and loved your work.

You tested their skin colours and eyebrow colour so you could complete their profiles.

You were a bit awkward at first, but it went quite well when you relaxed more.

You're now walking with Mark to the hotel room of Taeil, Johnny and Yuta.

They are divided by age, you learned.

"It went well right?" Mark asks you.

"Oh thank you for asking. I was nervous at first but you guys are all so sweet. I was easily brought at ease." You compliment them.

"That's good to hear." Mark thanks you. "You're the first makeup artist who went along with us this well. The other were always way to starstruck and couldn't cooperate or they were so fucked up in their minds they thought they owned us and could make us do whatever they like." Mark continues.

You feel bad.

"Why would someone act so unprofessionally or abuse his or her job like that?" You ask sincerely confused.

"I don't know either, but I'm glad they seem to like you. The last thing we need is a drama like last time repeat itself." Mark sighs.

You detect a hint of sadness and hurt in his voice. The poor boy must have a lot on his mind and is genuinely worried about his group and members.

"I'm sorry to hear you have some less good experiences." You apologise. "If you ever need to talk, I'm always around, the whole tour long." You smile at him.

He looks shocked.

"Oh I'm sorry, I'm sure you must have a lot of people you can turn to, it is not my place to interfere with you guys' business." You apologise.

"No." He sternly says.

You look up at him when he says that and stop walking. You turn to him and try to find his eyes.

They are already looking at you. Sadness is clearly visible in them and you start to worry if you offended him or his team.

"I actually barely have people I can talk with." He says with a shaking voice.

"Oh. I'm so sorry I really didn't mean to offend you or something like that, are you okay?" You ask concerned.

He walks towards you and stops just a little bit away from you.

You're breathing starts to accelerate. He is really close you realise.

"No one ever asked me if I was doing okay besides my members or managers." He sadly admits.

"Oh." Is the only thing you manage to say.

You're having an internal battle if you would hug him or not. It seems inappropriate but he looks like he'll need it.

"My members are there for me but I don't want to look weak in front of them. And my managers only aks for my physical health to make sure I'm just not over working myself. They don't care about my mental stage." He admit, shoulders hanging, voice filled with grief while looking at the ground.

You take your phone out of your pocket and hold it under his eyes.

He looks up at you with a puzzled expression.