and my demons, they pack a punch

He’s different, Jaemin is, in ways that only someone who once knew him as well as Mark did would notice. This weariness that clings to him…Mark wonders how long it’s been there. And Mark knows they haven’t been talking for very long, but he hasn’t seen Jaemin smile—really, properly smile—even once. Even the way he sits, shoulders hunched over like the weight of the world is bearing down on him, isn’t like him. Mark has to wonder what the industry has done to his Jaeminie.(Mark's first friend, first crush, first kiss, first love is an idol. And he’s falling to pieces as the whole world watches.)