Donghyuck didn't see Mark the next day, nor did he see him the day after. But when he saw him after almost a week, his heart broke. The older had bruises all over, he looked as if he had been in a fight, bruised and broken. He had bandages over his knuckles, his eyes void with pain. The brunette just didn't know what he must do or say.

"Get in." A stern looking man yanked Mark by the arm, Donghyuck's existance froze seeing Doyoung. He clenched his fists in anger, so was Taeyong again a mistress or a wife? Was Jennie reborn again too?

Mark got into the car, the vehicle drove off passing the gorgeous golden skinned beauty. Renjun squeezed the youngers arm with a warm smile, promising that things would go well. That afternoon Renjun was alone at class, his best friend called in sick to the teacher so it was just him finishing his painting when he dropped the paint brush.

"Why do I feel like I'm sick." Renjun chuckled to himself. He reached for the paint brush but collapsed on the floor.

"Renjun are you alright?" Jeno was quick to hold him tightly and securely.

"Y-Yeah. I might have caught a fever. C-Can........." That was all the pretty Chinese could mumbled he blacked out in the well build basketball hunks chest.

Jeno carried Renjun to his dormitory, he didn't exactly know where Renjuns and Hyucks dorms were so he placed the writhing beauty in his bed. He rushed around, doing everything and anything he could to help drop the fever for he couldn't loose this boy like he lost his Jaemin.

"I like you Jeno." Renjun murmured in his incoherent words, the older smiled softly with a chuckle. It was obvious that this cutie did, for Jeno liked him too but was just caught up with the death of his previous boyfriend.

Donghyuck stood at the gloomy looking house, he didn't get how his heart and feet knew the way to this house but it did. He gulped pushing through the rusted gates as he rang the bell with his stubby fingers crossed behind his back.

"You have the fucking key!! Why do you have to ring the bell?!" Marks voice snapped giving shivers down the the youngers spine. He rang the bell again.

"Mom?" Marks voice softened. "But he dragged you away with him. Didn't he? Who is it?!" The older came to the window, he was shirtless, his lips were busted and he gasped when he saw Donghyuck at the door.

"Mark it's me." Donghyuck whispered biting his lips.

"I-I can't let you in. Dad made sure I don't get out. He's taking Mom to his mother's house. The windows are sealed, the door is locked. I'm sorry baby." Mark ran an arm through his soft long black hair.

"I'm coming in even if you say no." Donghyuck sternly mumbled.

"Go away please. I'll see you at my next match." Mark sounded afraid, depressed and broken. His arms had scars of his depressive thoughts. Some freshly cut, some age old.

"I want to see you." The youngers eyes filled with tears.

"Aren't you seeing me now? Baby just please go back. Dad's going to be super mad if he sees you. He hates me having guys over." The older shook his head at the gorgeous irresistible beauty outside his door.

"Aren't your parents gay? Why would they be against you have male friends over?" Donghyuck knew very well where this was going.

"G-Grandma hates g-gays. She instigates Dad against mom and wants me to be with girls. Mom was dad's choice, he fell in love. But now grandma makes him beat us and lies about us. Baby go back." Mark looked afraid.

"I won't go away." The beauty started looking for places he could sneak inside from. Mark gave up as he sighed and bit his lips.

"My room window can be open. But it's broken and you might hurt yourself." Mark whispered but Donghyuck was daring, he ran to the other side as he carefully climbed the highest wall with the help of those window sills and gulped at the broken  glass that had a open space to get into Marks room.

"Help me Mark." Donghyuck mumbled, he held the olders arms as he gingerly squeezed in with the help of the raven haired boys blanket.

"Why would you risk your life for this?" Mark sat on the edge of his bed with a sigh.

"Because my life if connected to yours. You are so bruised.......why do you hurt yourself Mark?" Donghyuck ran his fingers over the freshly cut marks on the olders wrists.

"To forget and shut the constant screaming at home." The older looked up at Donghyuck staring down at him.  He sat up slamming the brunette on the wall, their lips smashing together as the older locked his room door just in case.

The kiss lasted so long that when they let go of their lips they were breathless and panting. Donghyuck pushed Mark on the bed, as he hovered the older, he removed his shirt, revealing the all too perfect body of his. When Mark tried to change their positions, the brunette slammed the olders wrists, beside his head, as he smashed their lips together again.

"H-Hyuck!" Mark moaned softly, as the youngers lips ventured down the olders neck. Donghyuck couldn't hold back any longer, infact he itched to show Mark how much he loved him. Even if that meant him turning to be the top. Surprisingly the beauty was stronger than the older, perhaps Mark was weak having not eaten for days and slitting himself like crazy.

"Haechan.........." The older gasped for breath when the younger twirled his tongue around his pink nipple. It felt strangely weird and painfully pleasing that the younger was taking control. Mark writhed under Donghyuck, the younger doing just like how the prince Mark had previously done to him in the book.