"Send him home." Marks father gestured Hyungjin to take the pregnant beauty home to Seoul. "I don't fucking car if he's pregnant or not." The man snapped.

"Honey, He's pregnant. So what if he's a boy or not. We get grandchildren. Our family continues to live on." Mrs Lee pleaded as Donghyuck was dragged away from Mark's hold.

"Go. I'll be there on your wedding. I promise. If I'm late, this one will protect Mommy." Mark felt the boys baby bump as the younger was torn away from him.

That moment, either of them realized something. Love. That was the point where their hearts squeezed when they were torn away from one another, Donghyucks big blue orbs filled with fear, his lips trembling. Marks eyes teared, he collapsed on the floor with pain. Of course, they knew they loved the other, but this was the moment it made its impact on. As the beauty was driven away, he banged on the class windows yet the drove off.

"Why are you like this?! Don't you guys have an ounce of compassion?! I don't love Yeri! Whether or not you can't accept it I'm gay for that boy out there." Mark shouted at his father only to be slapped hard across the face.

"You slept around with him cheating on Yeri?!" Mr Lee roared at the boy, he  kept slapping him until Mrs Lee had to stop him from doing so. His father had the means and ways to find out.

"I did! Because I don't love Yeri Dad. You forced me to love her, I did because you wanted me to marry her. But I can't, I can't fake relationships!" Mark wasn't going to give up on Donghyuck. He will fight for him, for their baby that deserved the world.

"If you want that boy to survive then marry Yeri and settle down. Or else watch him die." He warned the young man with a dominating command but Mark wasn't a child anymore either.

"If you hurt him, you'll have to go through me first. Your threats won't affect me Dad, I choose Donghyuck and my baby. They are my family and you have no right over my life." Mark hissed at his father. "You ran away with mom, married her against the wishes of her parents. You haven't let her meet them all these year. If you knew the definition of love, you wouldn't break your own sons heart. I don't want this luxury. I give up all the things!" He said with confidence. He'd work for a living if that's what his future holds.

"That boy would leave you the second he finds out you don't have money. Leave everything that belongs to me on this table and leave. Don't ever return to me begging for money. For me, for us, our son is dead." Mr Lee spat, Mark gladly left the house. He wasn't going to return,not now not ever. He heard his mother scream his name but maybe it was time he found something for himself.

Donghyuck cried on his bed, he was pregnant, severely morning sick. His wedding preparations were going on. His friends teased him, but no one knew he was carrying Marks baby. He barely could eat, especially he hated that look of disappointment his grandma gave him. He looked plump and he started putting on weight even though he grew to be more gorgeous.

"This is why they say you should never be a rich man's slut." Grandma hung his wedding dress behind his door.

"He didn't runaway." Donghyuck growled.

"Well, you came a week earlier. Tomorrow is your wedding, is he here? No. He's not. So wear this expensive lingerie and let Jeno fuck you instead. Pretend this baby is his and live your life Hyuck." Grandma threw the undergarments on him, he threw it back at her.

"I might be Marks slut. But I'm not going to let Jeno touch me, nor am I going to marry him. It's Mark or I'll commit suicide." Hyuck glared at his grandmother. She sighed sitting next to him.

"This isn't love. You had fun. That's it. Nothing more, nothing less. Marks gone. You need to accept it. If he truly loved you he'd give up his kingdom and be here for you." She cupped the boys damp cheeks.

"I'm not going to loose hope. He accepted our baby, he celebrated the fact that I'll be mother. He bought me flowers. He took me to places. Grandma, I know it's a relationship based on sex. Entirely sex, from the beginning to now, but this love can only be felt by that, I don't know how to explain what I feel for him. It's seduction but intimate. Like we are already one. Please call off the wedding." Donghyuck begged her, she for once felt sorry for this boy. Who never asked anything more than what was given.

Mark had never once treated him like a slut, though they'd play that often he always took care of him. Spoke to him nicely, cleaned him and always, always was asleep next to him after sex. He didn't leave him alone cold on the bed, he tried his best to never hurt him. If that wasn't love then what was? Love can be felt in so many ways, the only difference was that Mark and Donghyucks love was purely physical. Donghyuck stood before his mirror, dressed in white, lips chapped red, flawlessly gorgeous yet broken. His arm caressed his tummy, his bouquet of roses would cover the obvious tiny bump for the dress was too tight, too revealing.

"Daddy promised he'd be here. If he doesn't will you save Mommy?" Donghyucks lips trembled yet what can he do but walk to the door. At gun point, his father would shoot him if he knew his son lost his virginity to someone else. The only way he said he'd accept was if he agreed to marry his best friend's son. Lee Jeno.

"Mark......... You'll find me in a coffin if you don't make it."