The pain was like Haechan had been ripped apart down there. His hands were tied at the back, his legs chained to the floor. He was locked up in a cubical, which seemed to be draining him off his blood. His black hoodie the only fabric on his pale skin and the men did not give him warming gazes like how his sir had given.

"Woah he sure is a hot chick! Look at him. Sad life that Master wanted him to be realized." A man clicked his tongue as they watched over the boy in the cubical.

Haechan cried, breaking into loud sobs which seemed to irritate the men around. So they slapped his face with duct tape, shutting the poor boys voice out. His vision was failing at his head throbbed with pain. His stomach, his dick his chest  everything hurt ten times more than it always did when he had his periods. It was sickening.

"Mother, I-I've never asked you anything until now. So please let me take him away. He'd bleed to death if I dont. I'm marrying Jaemin, Isnt that enough? Why murder a poor soul? Let me save him." Mark pleaded from his mother, his heart failing.

"H-He's a-at the warehouse that father owns down town." Mrs Lee smiled as Mark sprinted out into the morning of his wedding.

"Dont make me slap you again boy! Spread!" The man slapped the beautiful boy across the face.

"We arent allowed to touch him until Prince Mark gets married. Stop it." The other man tried to stop the man trying molest the boy under him who curled into a ball crying silently.

Mark!!! They are doing bad things to me!!

"Who cares? Look at him!" The voice snarled throwing Haechan into the glass cubical, he was in unbearable pain and his heart burst at the thought of Mark marrying Jaemin. He didnt know why but he couldnt imagine that scenario.

"Have patience! The prince would kill you if he knew you touched his soul!!" The man hissed at the other greedy person.

"What? Seriously? Another soul?" The voice gasped but chuckled ripping Haechans hoodie off, but was immediatly thrown out on the nearest wall.

"EXACTLY!! TOUCH HIM AND I'D BURN YOU ALIVE!!" Mark crashed another mans head as he walked into the glass cubical carrying Haechan out. The men gulped stepping aside with fear of the headhot Prince.

"If I hear of anything of your deeds of touching or hurting Haechan, I'll make you are skinned alive." Mark growled walking out the warehouse and into the car.

The duct tape was removed with care, the chains discarded gently, Mark hated to see Haechan brusied all over. His periods another painful pace in his life.

"S-Sir! S-Speak t-to me!" Haechan whinned at the older who silently cleaned and washed him, Making him wear his pads and boxers and on when an expensive suit.

"I'm getting married. Stay away from me.Dont stay anywhere where I could see you. Once the even is over. Leave." Mark gritted his trying his best not to break down before him.

"Why are you hurting me?" Haechan whispered softly but he was simply carried to the car.

"Shut up!" Mark snapped at the smaller making him start crying closing his face. Mark had no choice but be rude to Haechan. He had to save him even if it meant sacrificing himself and living a lie.

"D-Dont g-get married please." Haechan choked on his sobs but nothing was taken to heed. They reached the venue and his heart snapped.

A strange feeling of his blood draining out his system started disturbing Haechan as he stood at the far end of the ceremony. Mark had chanced and stood at the alter figetting with his gloved hands. Haechans vision started bluring, it felt like he had been poisoned so strongly. Jaemin walked down the isle with a sad smile as his eyes fell on the beauty who held his heart, tears streaming down his big blue eyes.

"Mark! Are you crazy? Why are you doing this? Its obvious he's your soul and you have feelings for him." Jaemin hissed at the older who looked down to his shoes. Eyes filled with tears as the droplets fell one by one on the graveled floor.

"I-I....I d-dont h-have f-feelings f-for h-him. F-Father w-would k-kill h-him. I-I....I-I d-dont h-have a-any o-other c-choice." Marks voice broke as he started crying and Jaemin blinked back his own tears as the pastor started on the their vows.

I-It h-hurts s-so m-much!! D-Dont h-hurt m-me p-please. D-Dont g-get m-married s-sir!!

Marks fists balled at the voice that screamed into his mind. He could feel Haechans silent cries, It hurt him too. So much that the boy who never cried was crying so much his mother prayed that the King had to leave for some reason.

G-Get O-Out of my mind!!

Mark screamed back hurting his soul more who was already suffering so much. They were both hurting but Haechan was hurting more, his periods playing with his hormones. Haechan held his heart tightly, his body turning pale.

Why am I feeling like this?? I-I s-should be h-happy r-right?

From the corner of the princes eye he saw the childish innocent boy didnt know what he felt. He smiled through tears, he had begun to love the boy who was a child who thought kissing would get him pregnant. Why was life so tangeled up for Mark.

"Prince Mark your vows pleasd?" The pastor snapped the prince out of his trance.

"Uhh...I-I.....I...." Mark looked at the direction of his father, a stiff nod was given as Mark looked back to the pastor and Jaemin, then at his soul.

"I....I...HAECHAN!!" Mark screamed as he ran towards the boy who was slowly blacking out and fell into Marks arms.