The first thing Mark saw that morning was Haechan waking up as the morning sun glistened over his gorgeous golden skinned naked body. His piercings still attached to his gorgeous frame. His hair had got a lot longer and he looked ravishing. The older scoffed thinking the boy had gone off with some guy on his profession.

"Mark......Let me feed her." Haechan spread his arms at the crying baby. Sarang had been crying for hours straight, she didn't even drink the milk that was made by her father. "Are you going let her die?!" The brunette screamed, he pulled on a panty and grabbed the child from the older.

Sarang immediately latched her small tiny mouth onto the pink swollen nipple, but found it hard to drink her milk with the piercings. Mark carried the baby away from Haechan. The beauty whimpered and held the olders shirt tightly.

"It hurts.......I know I'm a guy but for fucks sake I have breasts and it hurts so fucking much to not feed her. Please just let me feed my baby Mark." Haechan begged the older, with a sigh he turned to see those swollen golden skinned breasts, placing the baby in his arms he left the room.

It was hard at first but the baby caught up on sucking her Mommy's nipple. Mark didn't want to seperate Haechan or the baby but he wasn't going to let him touch his daughter when his body is tainted with other men. The older made sure to my let the beauty near the baby at all. It had been four days after the delivery.

"Mark speak to me.......Please." Haechan begged the older to talk to him, atleast say a word. Mark never did that anymore, nor did he even smile at him.

Sarang was growing, she was a bundle of endless joy. Her giggles, and her naughty pouty waddles she'd do to get her Daddy's attention. She had golden brown hair, chocolate brown eyes, skin like the first rays of the sun and the smile of an angel. Mark sighed, maybe he was being too hard on Haechan? The younger often cried himself to sleep, he was a little depressed because the seperation of his baby girl broke him into pieces.

"Should I forgive Mommy?" Mark poked Sarang's chubby cheeks. The girl squealed at the mention of the said male. She only got to say with the soft beary man when drinking milk and no more.

"Boo!!!" She screamed with her toothless giggles.

"I'm being too hard on him right? He hasn't done anything dirty since you were born sooo......Maybe I'll forgive your Mommy and let's be happy?" Mark showered his little girl with smooches, she squealed loudly with big giggles.

Mark washed his baby up, changed her diapers. Dressed her up with a pink fluffy dress and cute shoes. They were going to forgive Mommy today. Haechan had gone out to get groceries, that's what poor Mark believed the brunette had gone to do. He trusted the boy too much that he thought he gave up being a prostitute.

"Woah Mark you've got a cute daughter. What's her name?!" Someone awed at the chonky bundle of fluff cuddled up in her Daddy arm.

"Her name is Sarang Lee." Said Mark as he waved at her colleague and walked away. A part of him was afraid that he'd find Haechan having sex but he also wanted to believe the younger would become a better person for their daughter at least.

Sadly Marks trust just shattered like glass, his smile darkened as he closed his daughters eyes. He didn't expect to find his wife in bed with another man in his God damn house, Haechan shamelessly had his head thrown back, Mark just stood there. Betrayed and disgusted with Haechan. Their baby wasn't even six months and this filthy slut had another man's dick up his ass.

"Mark wait I said I-" Haechan was at it again, trying to explain something he didn't have an explanation for. The man left with a smirk and Mark slapped Haechan so hard the boy fell on the floor.

Years passed by, Sarang grew to be the most gorgeous girl in her area, she had long thick golden brown hair with natural blonde highlights. She took after her mother in looks and had her Dad's qualities. She turned 16th yesterday, everyone was present except that certain man who she looked so much like. When asked who he was she was said,

"A servant." Mark had mumbled, he had kicked Haechan out that very night. He didn't want him anywhere close to his life nor his daughter's life. They had nothing anymore to share.

"She has your name on her breast!" Sarang had screamed but the older just left without another word. Haechan had changed, for sixteen years he had been living like shadow in that house. Ever since that day he never slept with anyone again. He never did.

Mark vowed to himself that he'd never forgive the beauty no matter what. He couldn't, he would never be able to look at Haechan the same again. No matter how hard he tried he'd never be able to take out that image of his wife in bed with so many men.

"He's my mother? Isn't he?" Sarang asked her father who scoffed at her.

"He's not your mother. Your mother died when he gave birth to you." Mark said which made Haechan drop everything he was carrying. His nose bled with thick ropes of blood. It hurt so much to here that from the older, sixteen years and he still wasn't forgiven.

"Mark-" Haechan whispered with tears in his eyes but Mark just walked passed him expressionless. Sarang stared at the beautiful man on the floor and her father leaving the house with nothing but a frown.

"Are you okay aunty?" Sarang helped the beauty up on his feet. She didn't know Haechan was a boy now did she. He just ran away to his room crying.