Worlds were crashing down, The two most important people in Marks life were in the emergency ward. Jeno was literally going mad with Renjun crying helpless with their new born boy in his arms. Haechans mother and  brother and Jaehyun were there, everyone imersed in silent prayers for the retrivment of the two beautiful souls. The prince was blank with tears like rain streaming down his face. The pain stinging his insides making it difficult for him to breath.

Baby Bear please be okay!!

Mark squeezed his eyes shut, He just couldnt think straight, a part of him felt like it was dead. Haechan was probably dead, Something was off and balant. Not a feeling seemed to hit on him straight but then here he was hurting like he was been hit.

"Lee Haechans family?" A nurse came out with Taeyong literally crying behind him.

"I'm his boyfriend." Mark stood up staring the man down.

"Na Jaemin's family?" She asked as Jeno and Renjun stepped beside Mark giving him the information she needed.

"Taeyong how are they?" Mark whispered at the pretty doctor who just hugged Mark tightly and sobbed into his shoulder.

"I-I'm s-so s-sorry! I tired so hard to save him." Taeyong sniffled making Jaehyun worried.

"H-Hae....Haechan's d-dead? Mark stuttered his heart about to burst, but the doctor shook his head and fell to the ground crying.

"My Jaemin is dead!!!!" Taeyong cried, Renjun blacked out, Jeno just sat down with the most voidest of expressions. The new boy baby wailed out at the loss of contact with his mother. Jisung shivered at the thought of the caramel boy who his hyung had once bought home and he had acted as if he were Jisungs mother. Jisung instantly loved the pretty man. Jaemins mother broke down crying.

Yet the most affected was Mark, Haechan might be his soulmate. But Jaemin was his best friend, the boy he actually grew up with in Canada and Korea. He had always been there for the older, at times of bad and good. Jaemin was Marks first kiss though he never kissed back or appreciated his presence any day. He backed away from the group crying people. That was the hardest blow Mark had ever had. The images of his father opening fire to the caramel boy flashed repeatedly on Marks mind.

"You cant be dead Jaemin. You were strongest among us all." Mark whispered his face going pale and whiter than he already was.

"Mark?" His mother reached out to him but he glared at her pushing himself away from the woman.

"You could have stopped him from becoming a monster!!! No! You did not!! You ruined all our lives. What did Jaemin and Haechan even do to him!?" Mark shouted his anger spliting at its peek.

"Mark, Honey I didnt even know of todays plan.!!" She confessed her innocence and Mark was literally dying right now.

"I-I have to see him.!" The prince ran towards the room where Jaemin had been placed.

"Mark dont. Just dont go in there." Taeyong held him back shaking his head but the older walked inside kissing the awefully cold forehead of the once loud noisey darling prince he was fond of but never really admitted it or showed it.

Every family and friend followed the beautifully decorated coffin. Suddenly the world seeming awfully silent, Jisung pushed the wheel chair that had his broken brother, the crying baby in Haechans lap. Jeno and Renjun werent allowed to see Jaemin for some weird reason that Mrs Na had to have. It was the most horrible thing ever to happen. Taeyong, Jaehyun, Mark, Jeno and Renjun carried the coffin of their friend and family. Silent tears dropped as the coffin was lowered down, Mark couldnt just stop his tears. As much as he loved Haechan, Jaemin was his only company all these years. He looked at Haechan, blank, void and empty. It killed him within more than anyone who stood around the grave.

"Mark, Its your turn. Say something." Mrs Na sniffled at the prince who looked lost.

"I-I......." Words refused to slip out his mouth he just covered his mouth and cried.

The coffin was buried and the people left, leaving stains of tears, a painful memory left behind. Mark didnt move from his stop, Jaemin really meant a lot to him. But he never really got a chance to tell him. A soft hand laced itself through Marks arms.

"Mark I'm sorry I couldn't save him." Haechans baby voice whispered his blue eyes teary. He was a disaster, Haechan had hit his head on a mile stone, a broken right arm, broken ribs and a broken leg.

"Y-You d-did g-great l-love. Its not your fault baby, Its fathers fault." Mark fell on his knees and hugged the wounded child who brokedown crying into Marks neck.

"I miss Jaeminnie!!" Haechan mumbled and Mark sniffled nodding his neck not knowing what to do.

"Me too. Already. I love him Haechan. Im so mean." Mark hiccuped wiping away tears that kept falling like rain.

"Mark is not mean. Jaeminnie knew you love him. So do I. I love him too but I love you more and please dont hate yourself Baby lion." Haechan smiled painfully, still not recovered from all his injuries.

"I love you too my teddybear! I'd die if something happened to!" Mark hugged the strawberry blonde tightly equally feeling pain rush through his insides.

They left the grave silently, leaving flowers of every kind beautiful just like the guy who rested inside. Haechan was unfortunately a missed target, Jaemin was long dead and Mr Lee was even madder that Haechan was still alive.

"M-Mark?" Haechan whispered as he was carried and placed in the car.

"Yes?" Mark looked at his boyfriend who seemed to shiver of a certain presence.

"S-Someones watching us." The smaller stuttered, Mark turned around but the man mingled into the darkness. Upon getting into the car Mark vowed to himself that he'd kill his father, the so called King himself.

"Just stay with me. I'll protect you." Mark whispered back a tear rolling down his already damp cheek.