"Being nice that boy isn't going to kill you. It's not his fault he was born that way. Besides your parents sent you here to change your attitude and not hook up with some bunny looking guy." Marks grandma sighed at her grandson.

"Whatever. I'm busy." Saying so he jumped out of the house, running down the street so he could reach in time for his dinner date with Jaemin.

Jaemin indeed looked gorgeous, with his baby blue shorts and pink t-shirt. And the silver chain Mark had gifted him a few days back. It was all going well until a certain Teddy bear came waddling inside with a yellow duckling big ass t-shirt that fell onto his mid thighs and a transparent raincoat on his body.

"Hello! I'm commissioner Moons son, Daddy said I should give this to you. He's too tired to drive. Don't be mad at  Daddy." Haechan beamed and the owner took the papers. The younger saw Jaemin and waved at him happily.

"Awwe you wore this dress after so long!! You look so cute. Why are you here by the way? It's raining heavily outside." Jaemin giggled at the boy, his rashes had kind of subsided but there were still many left.

"This place belongs to Mr Kim....I mean my Mommy. He kinda sold it off, since he'll be moving in with us soon. So I came to give the new owner the papers." Haechan avoided Marks eyes and the intense stare.

Fluffy hair, messy and damp, swollen cheeks and body, his feet soaking, his lips agape as it was out of breath for running so far and those big innocent eyes he had were all too precious to look away anymore. Jaemin said something and Haechans eyes flickered onto that of Marks small ones as his smile faded and he waved jogging off.

"Such a big baby." Giggled Jaemin, Mark scoffed, a big baby? No but big fluffy yellow duckling waddling away in the rain. A soft smile tugged at the arrogant male, it soon faded into oblivion.

It was one extremely hot summer afternoon that Mark had to run an errand for his grandma and he saw Jeno and Haechan giggling around the park, the bear dressed in long tight jeans, and a big red t shirt gave different vibes. The way Jeno's arms felt Haechans doll like arms not minding the rashes, not minding if it were inflamed or not made Marks blood boil. But why?

"Hyuckie I need to hurry. My shift starts at 5. I'll drop you at home and go to the library." Jeno insisted but the younger shook his head.

"I'll be alright. It's just a hop home. Take care!!" Haechan giggled as he waved at Jeno running for his life.

"You have too many rashes on your body. Children would fear you." Mark had to ruin that sweet resonating bright smile of the beauty.

"Go away!" Haechan hissed at Mark.

"Pfft! As if I want to spend my precious time with a guy like you." The older man rolled his eyes and jogged away.

As night slowly crept in Haechan waddled up the street slowly, his skin hurt, the inflammation too high under his tight jeans. He wanted to called his father but he didn't want to bother his beloved Daddy.

"Mark! Stop it!! We are in public!" Jaemin's voice boomed through the compound, and Haechans heart sank, Mark kept kissing Jaemin like there was no tomorrow and the younger just collapsed on the pavement.

Before anyone could see him he ran off with the little energy he had within himself. He realised heart break weighed higher than the pain he had been feeling for all these 20 years of living. He walked inside to see Doyoung at home cooking dinner.

"Mommy!!" Haechan hid the agony and embraced the man in a big hug. He kissed the baby bump as he pulled himself on the counter and took his t shirt off.

"Baby Pudu your condition is worsening. You'll fall really sick if you continue to hang out." Doyoung caressed the bruises, making the baby bear whimper but smile.

"I love the sun. I hope this little Pudu will love me too." He giggled patting the three month old baby bump.

"Mr Kim?! Grandma sent you this?!" The door bell went off and someone screamed. Haechan unbuttoned his jeans as he pealed it off when his mother left to open the door. Successfully taking it off he threw it out the kitchen door.

"Ouch!" The voice seemed familiar.

"Mommy Pudu is sorry?" Haechan baby voiced and gasped loudly seeing Mark behind the pair of jeans.

Marks breath hitched, for once in his life, he saw how a person with the allergy for the sun looked like, in the internet they gave gore images but here before him stood a gorgeous goddess in a pink boxer. Haechans cheeks turned scarlet like a Damascus rose.

"Y-You........You are inflaming." He pointed at the boy and Haechan lost his balance, falling flat on the floor unconscious.

Doyoung ran in quickly as he carried the boy upstairs, Mark didn't know why but he left the food on the table and followed them to the boys cute childish room upstairs. The male sighed, he removed the boys boxers and threw it on a heap of clothes.

"I know I shouldn't ask you for help, since you hate him and his rashes but please can you clean him up and moisturise his body before the inflaming turns severe. I'll run to the pharmacist and be back soon. His medication is over." Doyoung was crying and the older gulped visibly as he nodded half heartedly looking at the stark naked Barbie doll unconscious on the bed. He sat next to the boy, his body swollen with rashes and bloody bruises on his golden ivory skin.

"M-Mommy?" Haechan whispered in a trance, he whimpered and writhed in pain. Mark suddenly was afraid of what might happen.