Though the two boys smiled at each other they recalled nothing of their past. Haechan remembered nothing and Marked only remembered Haechan. Their wedding rings the only proof that they were together.

"So.......You were secretly married to Haechan?" Taeyong munched on his food.

"I...Dont remember hyung." Mark whispered with a soft smile.

Mark remembered nothing, his head was only filled with a Jung Haechan. Another important thing about the later. The reason everything shattered. Neither did the red head remember his wife was pregnant or not.The rumors said that Mark Lee had fled the country with Koeun his so called girlfriend. No one knew how and why they had met with a fatefull accident but the boys indeed had found each other.

"I wont be staying the night. I'll head back to my apartment hyung." Mark excused himself from the dinner as he went upstairs to change.

Jaehyun sighed, So it had been his fiancé's brother who his baby brother had married. What had happened between the two? If the met with an accident on the same car then why was Haechan found bleeding and not Mark? It was confusing and depressing at the same time.

"So can I move in with him too?" Haechan beamed at his older brother.

"Sweety It's been five years. Maybe we should think about this more before you actually move in with him." Jaehyun sighed at his baby brother.

"But he told me he was my husband." Haechan whispered softly.

"You cant just trust everybody Haechan." Jaehyun snapped at the beautiful boy.

"Jaehyun he's my brother. He wont lie." Taeyong mumbled with a look of betrayal.

"I'm going to go with him." Haechan insisted adamantly as he followed Mark Lee to his car.

"Are you sure?" Mark looked intently at the gorgeous boy who nodded nervously.

It had been five years since the both of them had come to the apartment. It was dusty, their belongings left as it was five years ago. Their marriage picture hung on the living room with dust covering ots contents. Haechan felt a wave of emotions flood within him as he let his fingers feel every corner of the place he once reined.

"Jaemin said I loved painting." Haechan smiled at a painting of Mark. The older held his head tightly at the mention of a name from his past. But couldnt figure who it was.

"Haechan?" Mark whispered at the big eyed beauty.

"Hmm?" Haechan turned to face the stranger who was his husband.

"You've turned into a gorgeous boy." Mark carefully caressed the younger boys chubby cheek.

"Thanks Mark." Haechan smiled sweetly as if their past mattered not. Or was it that non of the two remembered their past.

The two boys started cleaning things around. Haechan was quicker and more swifter but Mark did his things slowly with care. As if he were doing the most hardest job ever.

"D-Do you remember a-about us? Anything?" Haechan mumbled when they had finished their cleaning and were rest on opposite couches.

"No. I only remember you." The older sighed but smiled at the younger.

"I work at the church. I teach music and painting." Haechan whispered as he began blushing when he caught Mark staring.

"Dressed in boxers and a revealing shirt?" Mark raised an eyebrow at the male before him. Those yummy legs folded like that off dolls.

"No. I wear gowns." Haechan stuck a tongue out at the older as they started laughing.

"Oh umm I need to go to a meeting. I just came home from L.A so." Mark stood up from the couch. "You have to stay alone I believe. Can you?" The older whispered with his signature smile.

"Yes. I'm a grown up man." Haechan giggled softly.

"Please be careful for me." Mark patted the gorgeous boys hair.

"I will." The younger gave his word as he saw his husband leave.

The place was oozing with memories, pictures of himself and the red head. Mark looked so full of life than he was now, Haechan found his old clothes in the closet, the notebooks and the love letters. The condems strewn on the floor as it made Haechan blush darkly, their crumbled laundary and so much more. Mark was indeed saying the truth. It smelt of dampness and warmth making Haechan cuddle up on bed.

"What happened to us?" Haechan sighed playing with the dreamcatches hung above his head.

The apartment wasnt big like the Lee's money, it was small and dainty. The youngers tummy grumbled as the day slowly came an end. Mark came home late, exhausted he could barely stand. He had bought food as they ate in silence. Suddenly being alone with a man you didnt remember made Haechan nervous.

"You sleep in the room I'll take thd couch." Mark mumbled. And so two seperated going different ways. Sadly Mark didnt lay down on the couch but sat on the single armchair the rest of the night.

There were a million reasons why Mark left but he remembered nothing. Haechan stared up at the ceiling trying so hard to remember at least something from his past. It only got him dizzy, he so badly want to remember everything.

"We shouldnt have let Haechan go." Jaehyun grumbled.

"Why dont you believe Mark?" Taeyong snapped.

"He fucking left my brother for another goddamn girl the night Haechan met with that accident!" Jaehyun shouted at Taeyong who took a step back from his boyfriend.

"You have no right to talk so low of my brother. You know nothing. And you will never know. Get out Jaehyun." Taeyong turned around balling his wrists tightly.

"Baby...." Jaehyun tried to approach his boyfriend but the older raised an arm in defense.

"Just leave." Taeyong growled, as Jaehyun stormed out Taeyong broke down crying into his palms. That night can never be forgotten. Such a day deserves to be forgotten forever. Taeyong wiped his tears, standing up with a deep sigh.

"I beg of you lord. Dont ever make them remember. Please." Taeyong whispered squeezing his eyes shut.