Imperfection, That's what came to Marks mind as he admired the art before him, call him a pervert and you would terribly be wrong. The older boy couldn't help it but stare at the red bruises on the Barbie doll like body. He bit his lips, hesitantly he started cleaning the rashes, with a towelling and water. Everytime the fabric touched the beauty's skin he either whimpered or writhed.

"Ur0ghh what has your mother asked me to do!!" Mark groaned drying Haechans body. Absentmindedly his finger tips trailed down the youngers figure.

"W-What are you d-doing to me?" Haechan blinked his eyes as he sat up with a grunt, Mark snapped out of his trance and helped a boxer up to cover the beautiful distraction.

"You blacked out. Your mother said clean you up and apply moisturizer until he's back from the pharmacy." Said the older as he reached for the huge bottle on the boys bedside.

"Y-You don't have t-to. I'll do it." Haechan asked for the bottle. His fingers were bloody, his arms bruised and red with all that sun.

"With these fingers? Well.......I'll be quick and I'll go." Promised Mark as he took a large amount of the liquid on his palm.

"I'm disgusting. What if I have bacteria, Just go home Mark. I'll take care of myself." Haechan looked away, his eyes were sore and red, it being filled with tears of pain.

Mark actually didn't hear him, he probably was out of his mind when he began applying the liquid, tears fell off the big bear eyes for it stung so much it broke the younger. Haechans heart sped up, he bit his lips as the guy he loved had his arms feel him through his rash filled body.

"Place your hand on my shoulder." Mark lifted the doll like arm once he finished with the leg and thighs, he place Haechans arm on his shoulder as he lathered it on the boys bruised arm. Same went for the other, when the older had to apply on the chest and tummy he got distracted at how soft the baby fat was.

"Do.......Do you have them on your back?" He whispered and the younger reluctantly nodded. Turning the younger around he made sure all the inflammation had subsided.

"C-Can you g-give me that shirt?" Haechan pointed at a pink shirt and Mark threw it at him. "You can wash your hands in my bathroom. There is antibacterial handwash. In case you think I might infect you." The beauty pointed out for the older.

Mark rolled his eyes, the bathroom was small and cozy, with everything bear related or Pudu related. Once he was done washing his arms he came out to see the gorgeous boy scrunching his face to button his shirt buttons. His fingers were too buried to do so.

"Stop it." Hissed Mark coming closer and sitting next to the bear. He started buttoning Haechans shirt.

Haechan felt guilty for letting Mark touch his whole body and do something he thought disgusting and dirty. He bit his lips, Mark was Jaemin's boyfriend, this was inappropriate. Then again he was sure he had feelings for this hottie of a Canadian.

"There. I'll be going then." Mark felt so happy to be the one to button his shirt.

"Thank you! I'll make sure you don't have to umm dirty your hands again. By touching me. Oh umm.....You don't look very Canadian though." Haechan fiddled with his bruised fingers.

"It's....... It's alright I guess.....No Biggie. I have Korean parents though I was born in Toronto. My Korean isnt that good but grandma is teaching me." Mark smiled at Haechan for the first time and it made the boys heart skip a beat.

"Ahh......I can understand and speak. I'm learning to write better with Johnny. But I'm not going to university so it's never going to come in handy." Haechan giggled making Mark frown.

"Why?" He stared at Haechans big beary orbs.

"Do you think I can leave Seoul alone with my condition? No. I'd probably die of a heat wave." Haechan sighed with pain. Mark noticed that his cheeks were inflaming aswell so he grabbed the bottle so he can apply the sweet smelling cream on the boys cheeks.

"Move with your family?" The older whispered, their eyes drowning into one another.

"Daddy is the commissioner. Mommy loves Korea so no. It's mean to steal their happiness. It's okay though." The golden haired boy smiled sweetly.

"You train for vocals? Why?" The older now caressed the younger boys cheeks absentmindedly.

"I love singing. I sang at church sometimes but I stopped going a few years back. It's tiring and I hate it when people pity me. I bet you'd be a great singer someday." Haechan whispered back softly, his eyes a galaxy of endless stars and his soft face scattered with moles.

"I don't know. I'm not that great." Mark chuckled giving the younger a heart seizer at how beautiful Mark was. But he loved Jaemin and not him.

"Well you can't judge yourself. I'll judge you someday. When......When do you leave?" The younger smiled and Mark took his arms away with red ears.

"When summer ends obviously. The next day it ends I mean." The older ruffled his hair. "Gosh you mom is quite late. I hope he's okay." Mark mumbled.

"Ohh.....You can go home. I'll be okay alone." Haechan smiled again, Mark sore he felt a heartstring pull at his heart.

"No. I'll stay until he's back. Does it hurt?" The handsome older caressed a bruised thigh that had multiple rashes.

"Obviously. So much its hard to breath. Ohh.....Mommy is here. You should go. Thank you for helping me hyung." Haechan giggled.

"It's Mark for you." Saying so the older left the room as a car parked outside the house. Mark bowed at Doyoung and skipped home with a smile stubbornly pasted on his face. Maybe Haechan wasn't that scary after all.