Jaemin's Pov......

I wasnt blind, It was clear as crystal that they shared something more than just being fond of each other. Mark seemed to enjoy touching that golden skinned boy, Haechan was a naive silly little child, but then, Why wasn't Mark not clingy with me? We've known each other since elementary, not have we once touched. I've been in love with Mark Lee ever since seventh grade, Its awful to realize that the man I love so much is with someone else. Do I hate Haechan? No I dont, I found something that the two idiots did not. Haechan was Marks soul. Everytime Haechan hurt himself or had any kind of trouble, Mark felt the same. The burn to the shin fracture to the health. If Haechan was sent on an errand quite far from Mark, his mind goes numb, as if he's keeping track of Haechans whereabouts. And the moment Mark leaves the smaller for just a few seconds, Haechan starts crying like his life was draining off.

"Jaemin stop zoning out brat. Focus!" Mark clicked his tongue tapping his pen on the table.

"Huh? What? Yes..." I snapped out of my daydreams.

"Seriously boy? Fine!! Then get out!" Mark snapped at me, there goes his temper. Why was he such a hot head with me but pampered Haechan?

"Sir!! Sir!! Princey!!" Haechans voice sounded as he limped into the office room. His cast still on his shin. I smiled as he waved at me then walked to Mark.

"Hey sweetheart?" My fiancé beamed at the entry of his soul. They were destined for each other but why cant they realize such a simple thing. They l-love each other.

"I'll have go out with Jeno to set your meeting. And then the venue for your wedding. Here are the files you wanted. Done and dusted." Haechan said sweetly as he placed the files on the table and walked away making Marks lower lip stick out. He can pout?

The days were very busy, Marks father loaded him with work, making him forget to eat and sleep. The older male seemed to be grumpy, tired and drained out, but, one hug from Haechan and he would smile like the sun. Haechans smile was sure contagious. I loved the little boy.
Yet something in me broke, I knew Haechan was Marks soul and Mark was his but then who was mine? It hurt to see Marks arm constantly caressing Haechans thighs, cheeks or waist. Yet, They were bounded up there in heaven, Who was I to judge?

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Sir!!! Sir!!!

Was all Mark heard in his head and he knew Haechan was in trouble. Though he was tired and incredibly exhausted he ran out of the office, like his mind ruled him. Jaemin followed suit as they drove as fast as they could to where Marks body directed. The Canadian prince was fumming, someone was chokeing Haechan and he felt it clearly.

Why is he doing this to me!!! Mark!! Save me!!!

Haechans voice cried in the olders mind, making him dizzy as he ran into the building that was supposed to be his wedding ballroom.

"LUCAS?!" Jaemin shouted loudly when they came to witness, The tall Chinese boy choking the beautiful boy and unbuckling his jeans. Haechan was struggling with his bare body way to exposed for Marks liking. The next think Jaemin knew was Mark had thrashed the taller boy to the floor, quickly embracing a crying Haechan. He buckled the boys belt and removed his blazer covering Haechans exposed body.

"WHATS GOTTEN INTO YOUR FUCKING HEAD! HOW DARE YOU TOUCH HIM YOU FILTHY BASTARD!" Mark punched Lucas hard on his face, repeatedly until blood spurted out and the guards had to come take Lucas away to the police station.

"I'll make sure he rots in prison.!!" Jaemin gritted his teeth, he was mad at the fact Lucas, their highschool friend tried to force himself on an innocent childish nineteen year old boy. The caramel haired boy stomped out colliding with Lee Jeno. Marks secretary.

"Where the hell were you when Lucas tried to almost rape that innocent kid inside!! You know Lucas is out of his mind ever since Jungwoo died right!? He's going to prison for touching Haechan!!" Jaemin growled at the slightly taller guy.

"Jaemin, Haechan wanted food so I left him to get him something to eat. Lucas deserves it! Is Haechan okay?" Jeno sighed looking inside to see Mark carrying a crying Haechan to the car.

"I hope he'd be okay. Guess you have to drive me home. Before that, to the cops." Jaemin ordered as both the cars drove off.

"M-My n-neck hurts." Haechan choked on his sobs when Mark helped him shower and dress the olders clothes.

"Want me to kiss it sweetheart?" Mark caressed Haechans damp cheek with the back of his hand.
Haechan shyly nodded not actually processing what he was asking. Mark pulled the dress shirt he put on the golden skin, as his big arms delicately held the curve of the youngers waist, his thin lips kissed the pink bruised neck around.

"Sir?" Haechan held the princes waist as the older had seemed ro zone out with his lips pressed tightly on his skin.

"Hmm?" The CEO hummed pulling away, smiling lightly.

"W-Who is Lucas?" Haechan fiddled, Mark carried him bridal style to bed and kissed his forehead.

"My cousin. He's umm kind of lost in the head right now, but did he kiss you?" Mark tucked his so called P.A deep into his luxurious bed covers.

"As in where he kissed me?" Haechan held onto the rim of the bedsheets and popped his only his head out.

"Y-Yes? Did he kiss you here?" Marks thumb caresses the red plump lips.

"N-No. He crused when he touched my skin. Saying it was as if it were on a higher point of fire." Haechan sniffled tears streaming down his face.

"Hush now, Its okay. I wont leave you alone again." The older tried to leave but Haechsn held his wrist.

"S-Sleep with me." The younger mumbled and the older did what was said.