Donghyuck flushed red darker than any damascas rose you'd ever find. Mark had unbuttoned the beautys silk shirt, the boys flawless body on all its glory, the moles a very important element. Under the shimmering grace of the moon Donghyuck looked so precious. The boy with hajr that matched the colour of the night let his finger tips feel down the doll like body. Donghyucks body lifting as the fingers glided down. But when Marks finger tips reached the boys belly button, the cute bouncy tummy a flash of memories shot painfully in his mind. Haechan. The night Haechan and he became one, the night everything came to a stand still. Every detail of Haechans body began listing up on Marks mind. The pain hurting his heart to the point he gasped out holding his head. Donghyuck lay half naked before him with his chest heaving after their intense make out session. But the memories of his love making kept looking at Mark with beady eyes like it were question his actions.

"H-Hyuck.....Hyuck I'm sorry." Mark started sweating as he looked at Donghyuck with guilt. "I-I cant.....I cant touch you....I..." Mark got off walking away trying his best to stop the voices in his head. He wanted to stop Haechans moans in his head.

Donghyuck sat himself up on bed, he felt disgusted, used amd his chest felt awfully heavy. He couldnt breath he wanted to scream but he had lost his voice amidst his pain. He started rubbing his exposed body with hurt whimpers, he was going crazy and he no longer had tears to cry. Donghyuck walked out of the room like a zombie as he sat next to a large french window light a cigarette, he was hurt so much that he lost himself.

"Hyuckie I'm sorry." Mark whispered when he found him, three hours later. The morning had dawned but Donghyuck stared out side the window his arms moving to light the cigarette only.

"Hyuckie talk to me." Mark cupped the boys cold cheeks. Donghyuck stood up and left.

The gorgeous male that was an endless chatter when happy now was dangerously silent. He was too hurt to speak or react or feel or think or smile or even be himself.He dressed himself up for University, they had got him tranfered to Seoul since the stupid marriage would change his life. Indeed it did change it to a mute Donghyuck that was more of a robot than a human. He came down in a black tuxedo, after of course moving his bags to the farthest room he could find.

"Hyuck listen I swear I didnt mean to." Mark begged the beauty who only passed beside him with no expression at all. He almost looked dead.

Mark broke down in the empty house, wailing out. How he wished he was understokd for once, he lost his first love before his very own eyes,Haechan died in his arms, Five years of chaotic trauma, Donghyuck tried to kill himself for Mark, Yuta was still trying to kill him and he never fucking knew why. He stopped talking to his parents ever since Donghyuck left. He was the one trying to fix himself even though he had no pieces left. He tried so hard to put behind his sweet past. So he could fall for Donghyuck in peace but last night their wedding night was shattered since the memories still haunted him. Mark screamed for he was the one facing actualy agony and pain. But no one wanted to see it not even his wife Donghyuck.

"Young master are you alright?" Donghyuck's secretary asked when she found the CEO in the office coughing when he should be at home after his wedding. Donghyuck glared at the girl and she left with a white face.

Donghyuck sighed, He was being selfish but he didnt knkw why he changed within nano seconds. He had to understand his man but then it hurt like daggers down your throat. He stared at the big diamond ring on his ring finger, which gave his new identity. Mrs Mark Jung or Mr Mark Jung whatever way he wanted to call himself. Donghyucks heart and body and soul felt sore, he wanted to run into Marks warm arms and kiss him and tell it was okay but his body didnt want to function anymore. He wanted to die but he loved Mark. The blood in his palm didnt promise him a long future though. Washing up the bloody stains he went to the parking lot to drive home.

Mark dashed the last man on the side walk as he grunted in pain. Yuta's men never let him be, today they managed to send a dagger through his left stomach pretty badly. He got himself treated at the local hospital as quickly as he could so that he can leave without his parents knowing.

"Fuck you Yuta!!!" Mark squeezed his left tummy as he drove home with sweat covering body. Donghyuck looked up from his book when Mark stumbled inside.

Mark felt his head spin, Donghyuck looked so blury right now. The boy ran upstairs ashe threw up all the bad blood inside him. His wound hurt, perhaps he was poisoned he didnt know but If he could live a few days with Donghyuck before he dies he would thankfully die.

Donghyuck tip toed to Marks bathroom as he gasped at how the boy was. What happened to Mark? He was fine when Donghyuck left for Uni and work.

"Urghh!" Mark grunted standing up as he dragged himself to go to his room. Donghyuck put Marks arm around his shoulder as he helped the male to his bed.

"Why.....Talk to me please...."Mark mumbled holding the gorgeous boys arm when he tried to leave. Donghyuck tried so hard to speak to Mark but he just could not.

Donghyuck wiped the olders sweat away from his forehead, Mark was dozing off with pain. The younger gasped again when he lifted the olders shirt to see what he was squeezing so much.