Who was their real enemy? Was Renjun's accident an entirely unintentional act or had it a dark motive behind? Donghyuck sat next to the Chinese until he would wake up, minutes passed by but the beauty did nothing to budge or flick an eyelid. Frustrated the red head paced the room with a groan,  There were so many loop holes, unanswered questions. Giselle hadn't shown up in weeks and the sudden shifting of Marks stay. It seemed to spiral the poor blonde boys head, the hot trickling down his nose beeped danger. He was bleeding. Sadly no one was around, Johnny was way too far from the house to hear him call and especially with the snow no one would here him.

"Why isn't Haechan back yet?" Mumbling Mark prepared himself to bed. What else can a sick boy do after all?

Johnny had his eyes on his young master, his forever loyal bodyguard. Cautious about everything and everyone who might be a threat to his friend.  Mark sat up from his bed, for someone banged on his room door like a lunatic, he felt awfully sick as he pulled himself onto his wheelchair and wheeled towards the deafening knocking on his door.

"Jaemin?" Mark sighed with a smile, he wasn't even surprised anymore, he wheeled backwards so the usually happy guy would come in.

Donghyuck threw his fifth cigarette bud away, he was never a patient man. If he had been Koeun wouldn't be dead, so many wouldn't be. To him Renjun was a servant, a sex friend he had at home and nothing more. He gave him one last chance to keep the baby and the idiot had to go loose it. Why did he even sneak out at night? Something he never does. He was a loyal bitch, it angered him but.......he didn't give a fuck. Lucas walked in with a set of papers as he handed them to the man. Hyuck's frowned flipping through the pages. The journalist whom he previously smashed the head with name seemed to be on the crops white paper.

"Is he dead?" His voice low, laced with curiousity and anger. His grey eyes nothing less than a daggers shine.

"No sir. He's in a coma. When the doctor gave us his belongings I found a drive where he managed to record a video before meeting us." Lucas took a step closer to Donghyuck. "It had your name on it. So I suppose the evidence you needed about Mr Moon which he threatened to slander him with will be there. " He mumbled.

"What an imbecile, leaving his clues on a open table for dinner? I'm disappointed. Anyways I'll check it, Inform me once Renjun wakes up. Also make sure Jisung has a close eye on Lele and Marks sister. She's suspicious. I'll be off now." Hyuck wore his sunglasses as he ran his fingers through his red hair and made his way out.

Giselle didn't give him the vibes, a murderer knew another but in many instance he had been wrong, shame but true. One time when he killed his father's trusted friend who turned out to be innocent. He did a dirty job and he was bound to have enemies. He drove his car to where Mark was confined to.

Taeyong stared outside his office walls, sighing he let his eyelids close feeling the warmth of the sun kiss his flawless face. Being president wasn't easy, it certainly weighed him down so much that it at times made him want to give up but he had two years still pending. His people loved him, not everyone did though. Giselle was a sensible daughter, reliable but too soft hearted and had so much of work on her head that at times she forgot her life, Mark? Taeyongs favourite, that boy was a blessing, such a nice warm hearted guy, unfortunately someone stole his happiness away from him by getting him paralyzed. Jaehyun worked hard to help his wife rule the country while Taeyong tried everything he can to stay stable and sane with people with trashy thoughts, vulgur motives and dirty mouths.

"Honey? Is everything okay?" Jaehyuns warm arms back hugged the gorgeous president, Taeyong smiled softly.

"I miss him.....I hope Haechan keeps him good company. Do you think he'll ever get out of his paralysis?" Taeyong opened his eyes, Jaehyun turned him around, cupping his wife's cheeks.

"I don't know but as long as he's happy that's all that matters. I feel like he likes the red head quite alot. Much more than Jaemin." Stated he with a quick kiss on the thin red lips.

"Hello.....Yeah Ten. Do me a favour. I want a background check on Kim Doyoung and Renjun. Yeah my servant. Yes. Okay cool. Thanks man." Driving into the drive way he parked the car then went up the wooden stairs, the door was open so he assumed he left it open in a hurry, lighting a cigarette he fumbled for the light switches. He didn't remember switching off the lights when he ran out.

"Mark?! Are you up?" Donghyuck called out, his phone torch showed him shaded places with no much light. The house new and unrecognisable it made the murderer scream frustratedly until he tripped on something and fell face first, busting his lips.

"Fuck!!! Not my face. Motherfuckers!! Where is the light switch! Mark God damn it lion guide me!" He hissed standing up as he pointed his phone torch on the obstacle. His eyes grew big as his grey orbs adjusted to the wheelchair on the last chair.

"Mark?!" Hyuck screamed looking around, he found the lights and the house came to life and horror filled his existance. The trail of blood down the stairs and past the front door made him follow the red metallic drops and streaks. "Mark!!! Fuck!!" He ran, it couldn't be his father. No he would have taunted him about it. For the first time in his life he was afraid.