Mark watched his wife cook breakfast, a nostalgic feeling of a very distant memory. He remembered only that, he sat down on the to regain his breath. A very big part of him wanted to hug the boy and shower him with endless kisses but a pang in his heart stopped him. His mind seemed to only have protraits of this brunette and his laughter yet something was missing.

"Mark?" Haechan patted the olders arm gesturing him to eat.

Mark ate very slowly, letting his surroundings sink in, those stubby fingers, plump kissable lips and the person before him was an ethereal beauty itself. Seperating for their work Mark drove of with a sigh, Haechan cycled to Church in a large hoodie and shorts.

"Why did this even have to happen?" Taeyong sighed staring at just nothing at all.

Too much of shit was happening, Mark coming back and Jaehyun leaving. He hugged his knees burying his face in them with a big sniffle. A small hand ran through his red soft hair.

"It had to happen honey." Mrs Lee whispered lifting her sons face that seemed damp and wet under the dim blue lights.

"Mom.....If that night never happened my Mark would still be the idiot who laughs at even the slightest joke right? He's 25 but looks like he's lost the will to live. If only I had stopped him. Now I've lost Jaehyun too." Taeyong wiped the tears that flowed down his flawless face.

"Sweety you cant stop fate but we can make our second chances more beautiful. Dont you want Haechan not to be with him?" The beautiful lady in slacks and a waist coat looked at her son.

"I want them to never remember that night and maybe fall in love all over again. That would hurt less, I cant watch my brother break another time." Taeyong hugged his mother cryingas the lady wiped her own tears quickly.

That night caused so many peoples lives to a downfall, a wreck. One mistake and everything had shattered, no one meant harm but the disaster was inevitable. Haechan smiled at Renjun who helped him carry the chairs inside after a tiring day at the church gardens.

"Haechan wanna go out for dinner with me?" Jaemins arm wrapped around the youngers slender waist making him gasp at the touch.

"Umm but Mark would wait for me." The brunette bit his lips.

"Let him. Lets go." The pink haired dragged the tanned male away from Renjun. Jeno tried to grab hold of Haechan but for no avail.

Haechan kept feeling guilty for not informing Mark. Yet he spent his dinner time with his best friend Jaemin. Mark came home to emptiness, he smiled like he knew the boy wouldnt be there anyways. It was after Mark had eaten his ramen when the boy came home.

"Oh my! I'm so sorry! I had dinner with Jaemin so I got a little late." Haechan nervously chuckled as Mark dropped the plate that had the youngers food on into the garbage.

"Goodnight." Mark hissed walking to the couch as he laid down with a frustrated sigh. He hated that name somehow, the name made him want to slap Haechan so bad but he didnt. All he could remember was the beauty chanting Jaemin in his memories. Like a fucking mantra.

"Mark I'm sorry." Haechan whispered not liking the sudden change of the older.

"Sleep Haechan." Mark mumbled closing his eyes leaving the gorgeous beauty pouting with tears in his eyes.

When Haechan woke up the next morning, Mark had already gone, he burst out crying not knowing what to do or say. It hurt so much to see Mark upset even though it had been five years and he remembered nothing of their past nor their relationship.

"I'm sorry." Haechan sniffled crying louder again. He might on recall who Mark really was but his heart knew how it felt to hurt its owner. A sticky note fluttered next to him as he wiped his nose and looked at the pink paper.

To My Wife,

Stay Healthy,

I'm not mad Love.

Mark~♡

Mark blacked out in the meeting, Koeun rushed to his side to save him. Everyone was worried, the office was a mess. Taeyong was called so was their mother. Haechan knew nothing as he kissed the paper with so much of emotions.

"Mark stay with me! Mark!" Koeun shook the boy who's eyes were slowly closing.

Haechan waited for the red head,  he waited for so long he fell asleep asleep in hope that the older will be there when he woke up. Sadly the apartment was empty.

"Where are you?" Haechan whispered oblivious that Mark was fighting to breath.

The day seemed colder as the timed seemed longer than it should, no one answered the phone and no one was ready to tell him what happened. He cried so much that all he could dream of was Mark.

"SUNSHINE!!" A voice screamed with unclear flashy images. The brunette woke up with a jolt sweaty, still no sign of Mark. Where was he? Why wasnt he coming home?

"H-Hello? M-Mark?" Haechan tried his best not to break down when the olders phone eas answered after two day.

"Sorry.....I will be home in the morning. Sleep. I'm not mad at you." Marks voice was soothing yet it sounded hushed.

"Why does it hurt so much?" The brunette whispered into the phone crying.

"I'll be home soon." The older could only sigh softly.

"Come now." Haechan sniffled begging softly for the older to come home. "I wont go out with Jaemin please...." He whispered.

"Sunshine I promise I will be home in the morning. Can you please stop crying and sleep?" Mark lent on his hospital bed head wiping a tear of his eye for he remembered his Haechan didnt like being away from him for too long and would often order him to come home the very second he calls him.