Donghyuck was tired. He was tired of just laying around. The doctors had told him that he needed to move around from time to time to keep his muscles healthy or whatever, but he couldn't find himself being able to. He was tired of not being able to do anything. Tired of being tired. He had spent the entire week in bed and only gotten up for the toilet and one shower, where he got help from Renjun. All he wanted to do was get up, maybe walk around a little, and dance. But here he was, sprawled across the bed, laptop on the edge (dead because he couldn't attach the charger), and phone a little away from him after he accidentally kicked it in his sleep.

"I need...my phone." Donghyuck groaned, stretching his hand over to pick up his phone. His fingers ran down the blanket and he nearly picked it up. That's when the pain started up again. "Damnit!"

The pain in his leg got worse by the second, and the more he stretched, the more painful it got. Ignoring it for a few seconds, Donghyuck bit down on his bottom lip and pinched the phone, swinging back into the laying position he was in with a loud sigh of relief.

He wanted his phone so that he could perhaps call someone. He was bored and needed company, so who else would be better to call than,

"Mark?" Donghyuck asked as soon as the call got picked. Loud noises could be heard and Donghyuck had to distance the phone away from his ear because of it. "Mark? Hello?"

"Oh, hey Donghyuck!" Mark answered, before laughing loudly into the phone as someone cracked a joke besides him. Donghyuck waited until Mark stopped laughing and then turned his attention back to Donghyuck. "What's up?"

"Oh, I was just wondering if you could come over? Or just stay on call-" Before Donghyuck could continue, he got interrupted by someone over the phone. He immediately recognised the voice as being Jaemin's and frowned when he heard Mark try to tell him to be quiet. "...Mark?"

"Sorry Hyuck, I'm kinda busy right now." Mark replied, and Donghyuck felt his stomach twist in a way it hadn't before. "I'll call back later!"

The call ended as soon as Mark said that, and Donghyuck pulled his phone away from his ears. He stared at it till it closed and then put it on the side. Donghyuck took a deep breath and then placed a hand over his stomach, which made a loud noise indicating that he was hungry.

"I hope he calls soon."

Mark forgets to call (or maybe he doesn't call by choice, Donghyuck isn't sure but hopes it the first reason.)

-

Donghyuck felt numb. His body was aching and the blood in his body seemed to not be able to travel. He tried to move his arms, but even though he had been using them the most, they couldn't get up. Instead, they lay besides Donghyuck as he struggled to force himself up. The pain in his leg stayed the same, and the condition of his room was terrible. Although he wasn't a clean freak, the room looked horrible in his eyes, just like himself.

The light from the cracks in Donghyuck's door told him that everyone was still home (maybe because it was the weekend, but Donghyuck didn't really know as he lost track on time) and their obnoxiously loud voices weren't exactly discreet.

Donghyuck stared at the door, silently praying someone would enter, just someone to come over and help him. Maybe give him some food. Wait, no. Donghyuck looked down at his stomach (the one that was poking out in a smooth curve) and shook his head. He can't eat anymore. The meals Jaemin and Renjun had been making for him had stuffed him up, and now his cheeks were also sticking out.

The mirror across the room showed Donghyuck that he was in fact gaining weight. And way too quickly. Maybe that's why Mark and the others didn't want to be with him. But of course, his hunger got the best of him.

"Someone," Donghyuck whispered, his voice unable to be any louder because he hadn't used it in a while. "I need food."

Donghyuck closed his eyes, and then put all of his energy into his arm. For a few seconds, nothing happened until finally his arm jumped up and hit the side of his nightstand, which successfully created a loud sound. Donghyuck groaned in agony when he brought his arm back. The chatter outside him room seemed to stop, and then a couple of moments later the door burst open and Jisung entered, a worried expression over his face.

"Donghyuck?" Jisung asked, rushing to his side and grabbing his arm. "Are you okay? Did something happen?"

"Jisung," Donghyuck said, leaning into the touch and sighing. "I need to eat. I'm so hungry."

Jisung paused before chuckling and then nodding.

"Don't worry, I'll get some for you," He said, standing up to leave, but then turned around and laughed again. "I was worried something bad happened, but turns out it was just you needing to eat again. You've gotten so chubby our little Donghyuck-ie. You're gonna have to lose all of this when you recover, you know that right?"

"Yeah yeah." Donghyuck forced a smile on his face when he saw Jisung laugh again. As Jisung left, Donghyuck brought his hand to his stomach again, poking it down to check how much fat he had gained.

Perhaps Donghyuck was right. He had been gaining a lot of weight recently because of his injury, and this might've made Mark uncomfortable. But then again, Donghyuck wasn't very good looking either, was he? Fans of his small group always rated him in the lower section of the good looking category. He remembers once when he was getting interviewed by this small company, someone was comparing Donghyuck with the leader of the group, Taeyong, and they called him, "Not as attractive." But Donghyuck knew what that meant. Ugly. Of course! He should've known!

Mark doesn't like ugly people. He never would. He's too good looking and perfect. Mark has always been the most perfect person Donghyuck ever met. He was nice, Donghyuck wasn't, he was cute, Donghyuck wasn't, he was smart, Donghyuck clearly wasn't, and he was just an amazing person, and Donghyuck was not.

So he was right. Mark doesn't like Donghyuck, and how could Donghyuck even think someone like Mark would like him back. That's impossible.

Donghyuck let out a dry laugh and then looked at his door, which was now open and revealing what was been going on previously. Mark threw his head back in laughter and then playfully pushed Jeno. Donghyuck felt a smile creep up his face as Mark continued to giggle, but then felt his heart drop when Mark caught him staring.

A smile. That's what Donghyuck wanted. But instead he got a judgemental look, and then Mark got up from his seat to move elsewhere, so that he wasn't in Donghyuck's sight.

Donghyuck knew what he had to do.

He had to lose weight. Maybe ask Taeyong how to become better looking. But he was sure, that even after that, Mark won't be able to like him back.