The prince kicked his father in the gutt as the older man fell on the floor groaning. Marks anger was so high that he didnt even realize he was actually murdering everyone who tried to stop him from reaching his future wife. Haechans body curled into a ting ball but was pulled and forcefully spread making his insides hurt. His periods not helping either. Instead it was only worsening the pain that shot around his pale body.

"Take your hands off him!!" Mark punched the man who tried to pull Haechans boxers down throwing him off the bed. The others got their necks cracked and Mark untied Haechan as he removed the duct tape and hugged him. Removing his blazer as he made a shivering crying boy wear it.

"Look at you being all touchy with this peasent. Cant you see he's a feable usless piece of shit!?" Mr Lee chuckled pushing himself up a pained expression.

"He's my soul, my boyfriend and will be wife and queen. You have no right to fucking interefer!" Mark glared at his father and hid Haechan behind his body.

"Well then he'll be raped and killed!!" The king laughed and Mark slapped his father this time repeatedly, he was disgusted by how dirty a man could be. His father was a phsyco not a king.

"Mark!!" Haechan cried when someone pulled his wrist rather harshly. Mark pushed his father, kicked the other man on the chest hand grabbed Haechans waist pulling him back to his body. "Owwww!!!" Haechan screamed when Mr Lee shot his arm.

The prince squated down, his arm swiftly taking a pistol and aimed it at the man he called his father. The man who ruined so man lives, killed his friend, his best friend and now he was trying to kill Haechan. Mr Lee dont deserve to live either.

"Are you going kill your father for that worthless bitch?! Work for me Mark you'll have the life you dream off!!" Mr Lee tried to manupilate his son as he was afraid of death.

"Haechan Is my life and growing old with him is the life I dream off!! You son of a bitch die!!" Mark shouted a tear rolling down his cheek, stubby hands looped under his shouders and hugged Mark buring his face in his shoulders.

Dont do It.........

But then Mark squeezed his eyes shut and he pulled the trigger or so he believed that he did. Haechans body jolted his hold tightening his fear making him hide. Mark opened his eyes, The king, his father lay down with a bullet through his head but Marks trigger was still not pulled. He looked up to see Lucas standing with a smoking end.

"L-Lucas?" Mark gasped at the boy before him who smiled at him and Haechan.

"Firstly I'm sorry for what I tried to do to you Haechan. Im a crazy person who lost his soul due to this disgusting man I call my uncle. The day he ordered me to kill Haechan so that his son would become a empty vessel. I realized that Jungwoo was killed by him. Im sorry for accusing you of a murder you never did. I tried my best to save Haechan and Jaemin but I failed. My only way of putting an end to this is by killing him. Haechan is just like Jungwoo right? You guys deserve to live a happy life. Mine is over." Lucas said smiling sadly as he aimed the next bullet to his head but before he could pull the trigger Haechan ran to him stopping him.

"You do deserve a life too. Please dont kill yourself." Haechan smiled as the cops dragged the tall man away and the other men.

Mark carried Haechan bridal style seeing drops of blood roll down his inner thighs. Finally everything was over. Only Jaemin never lived to see this day. That guy lost his life at a way too young age. He didnt have to die.

The couple went to Jaemins grave and Haechan stood crying. He really missed the boy so much his only other friend. Mark sat down not really knowing what to say or do, a distant feeling of Jaemins memories living like day in his mind. Itfelt as if he were still around, Alas that was only a wish that was hard to come true.

"I wish you never died stupid." Mark sighed helping Haechan up, the younger needed to change and if he stayed longer he'd bleed more.

He carried the boy bridal style to the car and placed him carefully on the passenger seat as the older jogged to his driving seat. Haechan laid his head on Marks lap, suddenly feeling tired and exhausted, curling into a ball. The olders right arm patted Haechans thigh as he drove home. At last peace would prevail and Mark would become King, He would be the man everyone would love and not hate. Haechan, Would be his gorgeous Queen the bubble of joy that would spread sunshine to his people.

That night, For the first time in years Mark fell asleep without having the constabt nightmares of his father killing people he loved. Haechan snuggled into Marks warmth fresh and tucked in sweats. The strong smell of fresh strawberries filled Marks nose lulling him to sleep. Were they happy? Of course they were though a empty corner would still remain in Jaemins remembrance.

Haechan would remain to be the childish innocent naive baby that Mark was unconditionally in love with. Things were changing, They were moving on Yet Jeno and Renjun visited his grave like a constant schedule in their lives. Na Na loved his Jaemin Mama alot since Renjun often talked of that beautiful caramel haired boy who infested their lives with love so pure they couldnt let go of their soulmate.

"Mommy? Where is Jaemin Mama?" Na Na had asked one day and Renjun just broke down crying.

"He's somewhere safe honey." Jeno smiled sadly as he carried the little boy in his arms walking away from the grave that now had flowers growing around it.

The Bubbliest Among Us All,
Rest In Peace,
Na Jaemin.
Please, We do not want his death be mentioned,
For he,
Lives among our memories.
~♡~