The soft strumming of the guitar filled the room, the loneliness too loud and the yearning for a family, or just another presence lingered within the pale walls of the boys room. Mark ran his arm through his luscious dark hair with a sigh, it was never going to be the same. He had no courage to return neither did he have the strength to face his mother's eyes.

Donghyuck made his way through the hallways, ear plugs buried in his ears to shut the annoying noises of the world. What he didn't expect was to be slammed on the nearest wall by one of Marks minions. Jeno smirked, his eyes glistened in the dim lights of the schools locker room.

"Jeno stop it. You are going to get into trouble. Don't hurt him." Lucas panicked not being the ruthless bastard like the other two. He was in the verge of tears.

"Zip it Wong." Jeno hissed as he dashed Donghyuck on the wall again. The younger whimpered, his body was too fragile to endure these.

"What's wrong with you lowlife?!" Donghyuck screamed at the blonde head making Jeno slap him. But oh well, the Ballerino wasn't a princess, he slapped Jeno back.

"How dare you?!" Jeno was about to throw a punch when Donghyuck held it with his palm.

"Your father raised you to be a boy who would respect people. Not lick other people's asses to get money. Next time you try to touch me remember that I stand on my own feet, you don't." Spat Donghyuck as he pushed Jeno away and left with his bag. He wasn't wrong was he?

"Told you not to mess with him Nojams. Protect your self respect next time." Mark spoke, his fingers taking his cigarette out of his lips for a second.

"What?! Did he let you fuck him or something? I'm your friend not him?!" Jeno growled.

"I'm not a fuck boy like you Lee Jeno. I don't sleep with women for fun. Neither do I bring home sluts every party night. We have a difference, I'm a stray kid on the road with a cigarette and my hands in my pocket. You are a rich kid, with your mouth on money and your fingers up someone's ass. Mind it." Mark snarled and left with Lucas following behind. Jeno sighed, none of them were wrong, it hurt to know it was the truth.

Donghyuck broke into a train of tiny giggles when Jaemin started choking on his milkshake, he had seen a Chinese walk by and it ruined his nostrils. Mark was certainly awestruck at such melodious laughter he couldn't concentrate on what Lucas had been whining about.

"His name is Renjun I believe. He is snappy but you can try talking to him." Donghyuck giggled, looking around with a smile and boom. Mark Lee was looking at him with such intense power he couldn't help but bite his lips.

"Young master. Your mother wishes to see you." The beauty's butler walked in just in time to ruin the stare.

"Why? Its still morning." The brunette sighed, his stubby arms curled with frustration.

"Your breakfast." The butler informed.

"I've already eaten. I would weigh more if I ate a cupcake. Kun please spare me today. I'm tired and I want to just slack. Please." Donghyuck stood up, hugging the man, who had always been there for him.

"You know your mother. Hmm? Very well.......Just be home before it's too late. Alright? I leave the door open." Kun kissed the boys forehead and left him with a soft smile.

"He let you go. We must party! But.......I need to go the return party my mom is hosting or I'll be grounded for eternity." Sniffled Jaemin with guilt.

"I'll be fine by myself. No worries Na Na." Donghyuck smiled sweetly.

He walked through the pavements, his bag loose on his shoulders, how do people have fun, by dancing? He shook his head, he lifted himself up, in an attempt to reach for an apple on a tree branch. His attempts failed with splashes of water.

"A ballerina should have a more silent landing." Marks voice filled the silence of the woods, the golden skinned beauty looked at the direction of the smoke.

"How would a punk like you know?" Sassed the beauty, dressed it tight tights, and a loose shirt.

"Ballet is something you dance with your heart and soul, if your disturbed then your performance fails to convey the story you depict." The older boy shrugged, "Make your the water ripples under your feet when you land instead of splashing it." Whispered Mark, the younger leaped up but landed with a splash again.

"Urghh you are just bulling me. Leave me alone." Hissed the golden male trying to leave.

"My mother is a Ballerino. The greatest of his generation, I bet you would have been taught this trait when you were a kid." Mark spat the cigarette bud and stepped on it.

"W-What? How would......Wait what?" Donghyuck turned to face Marks bruised but gorgeous godly face.

"Park Baekhyun. My mother, I don't really know why I'm telling you this but trust me he was and is the best." Smiled the older, "Once the water ripples you'll find your peace. See you around." Mark patted Donghyucks shoulder.

"Mrs Parks son.......is dead? Isn't he?" Donghyuck looked at Mark with confusion.

"Yes......He is." Nodded the male leaving with eyes filled with tears.

Neither of them knew each others name, but Mark had this urge to tell his boy a secret he had never told anyone. He jogged away, leaving Donghyuck in thoughts, to ponder and put the pieces together. There was something, none of them knew.

"Mark? You good?" Lucas innocently smiled at the boy.

"I wish I was. There are so many scattered pieces Lucas, And this.....Nothing." Mark groaned leaning on the bridge with a grunt.

"It's that Ballerino, isn't it? Maybe you should just try asking his name. Or you'll have find him with a ballet shoe." Chuckled Lucas making Mark chuckle along.