Marks heart literally stopped beating as thunder broked down in bolts on his mind when Haechans body fell limp into his hold. The beautiful ocean blue eyes were still not fully shut, the plump lips agape, a shivering hand leaning up to touch the prince on his face. But it was mercilessly slapped away.

"Dont taint my son disgusting wretch!! Let him die! Mark go back to the alter! Your brides waiting there!" The King ordered at his son but Marks tears fell like rain on Haechans face.

"H-Haechan!!.....S-Say something, p-please." Mark choked out grabbing the slapped hand and placing it on his cheek. He shook the beauty who smiled ever so slightly at the older.

"M-Mark I-It h-hurts s-so m-much!!" Haechan breathed so difficultly Marks breath hitched at the feeling of his chest being squeezed.

"Let him go and marry Jaemin!! Do you want me to send a bullet through his head?!" Mr Lee yanked Haechan from Marks grasp, the smaller screamed in pain.

"Let him go!!!" Mark shouted but what made the most shock was Jaemin coming down the isle with Jeno.

"Whats this Jaemin?" The King gritted his teeth at the beautiful Seoul prince.

"This shows I'm married to Lee Jeno your highness." Jaemin shook as he looked up at the devil of a man he feared since he had been a child.

"YOU DISRESPECTFUL WRETCH!! HOW DARE YOU?!" Mr Lee tried to slap the young prince but Mr Na held his hand.

"He's this lands prince. We might not be higher than you but he's still my son and not yours. Dare touch him and Id make sure you regret it Mr Lee." Jaemins father pushed the fumming animalistic man back.

Mark had already carried the beautiful boy away, safely to the place called his home. A place where only he and mother used to go to when they came here to meet grandmother. Mark had looked at Jaemin, he knew something had happened between the two, for he knew how much Jeno loved his wife Renjun. Only a nod of a silent "I'll explain later." Was given. So he fled, with the boy he loved in his arms. Taeyong followed behind, to obviously check on the boy in the princes arms.

"H-He'll f-find h-him!!" Mark cried like a baby as he laid Haechan on the soft bed.

"No he wouldn't. It was Jaemins idea to come here." Taeyong started checking the motionless boy on the bed that had not been used for years but still cleaned and maintained.
"Wait! Why is he bleeding down there?" The motherly looking boy who was always there for him freaked out.

"H-He h-has m-monthly p-periods!" Mark sniffled crying like a baby as Taeyong looked shockingly at the boy who literally hated skin ship, remove the laters clothes, wash him up, clean him down there, dress him pads and boxers and even kiss the boys soft lips.

"So thats why he was shunned from the world? Poor thing." Taeyong sat crisscross next to the smaller as he gently ran his fingers through the strawberry blonde hair.

Haechan was weak, he could barely lift a finger, a UV bottle stuck to him back of arm. It was all the hurt Mr Lee had caused. Taeyong gave make high dosed painkillers in order to supress the sickening pain the gorgeous boy felt. Mark was afraid of what his father might do. If he killed his soul he'd obviously die too. As time slowly ticked by Taeyong had to leave. So it was only Mark and the unconcious boy. The Queen had informed her son that Mr Lee had to leave for Canada on a urgent errend. But had vowed to kill the boy once he returns.

"S-Sir.....Ahh...S-Sir d-dont g-get m-married p-please." Haechan writhed feverishly in the warm bed covers, tears trickling down his flushed cheeks.

"Baby? Hush Im not get married." Mark sat next to the crying beauty in bed, Haechan started crying more louder. He sighed removing the soaking wet sweaty clothes of the smaller.

"N-No d-dont h-hurt m-me!!" Haechans hands pushed Marks hands as his nightmare continued.

"Haechan wake up! Baby Bear wake up!" Mark shook the beautiful golden skinned boy awake.

"S-Sir? MARK!!" Haechan threw himself on Marks body sobbing into his neck, hugging him tightly, afraid that Mark would leave him. But he wasnt still perfectly concious, slowly the said boy drifted back to sleep, holding onto Marks waist coat.

The morning sun frowned at the sun himself peacefully sleeping on the bed, a leg on Marks lap and his bedsheets tangeled on his body. The older had fallen sleep on the other side, Tired from the last day.

"Why are you here? Shouldnt you be with Jaemin?" Haechans baby voice woke the sleeping prince.

"He married Jeno." Mark yawned stretching his body afterwards.

"Ohh....Y-You would have married him right?" Haechans lips quivered at the thought but warm arms swirled around his barebody.

"I had to protect you. Or my father would have sold you to those bad men." Mark caressed the bare curvy flanks.

"I-Its h-hurting d-down t-there." Haechan sniffling looking away from the handsome prince. Mark carried him to the bathroom as he continued to the job he always did. Haechan was clean, washed, dressed and sat on the bed.

"Wear something. You'll catch a cold." Mark tried to dress Haechan his shirt and sweats but the smaller leaned away from his touch. He felt sad, like a burden.

"You arent a burden sunshine. But if you stayed with me you'd only get yourself killed. C-Can you go home." Mark fell on his knees caressing the youngers soft thighs.

"NO!! I CANT LIVE WITHOUT YOY!" Haechan started crying again, covering his face likea child in pain. Mark gently removed the stubby palms from the gorgeous face as his face leaned  up slowly colliding his lips with the soft red plump lips. Kissing the boy with a blazing passion of an intense promise of love. He place the hands on his shoulders as his big hands held Haechans bare waist. The beautiful strawberry blonde kissed back so shyly Mark couldnt help but fall head over heals in love with his soul.

"I love you." Mark whispered huskily with his deep resonating voice, pulling away, and stared into those big sea blue marble like orbs.