"Mark!! Geez I missed you so much!!" Jaemin squealed when he saw a tired Mark at his table the next morning.

"Distance! And maintain your disipline!" Mark dead panned at the sweet ballerina like boy.

"Geez why do I even love a man like you. Tsk." Jaemin clicked his tongue at the handsome older.

"You lost your mind when you were asked to marry me." Mark casually replied flipping through the piles of files. "Haechan, Bring me the file No 07." The older snapped his fingers at the younger who sat like a robot on his chair, red with pain.

"Mark! Be nice to him. He's a child. You are god damn 24 and hes only 19." Jaemin snapped at the older bringing him the file.

Haechan shook in his seat, He could not stand, it had overflowed and now he was ashamed of himself. His head throbbed, his breath hitching like something was stuck in his throat.

"Jaemin can you do me a favor?" The golden haired boy looked at his fiancé who eagerly nodded.
"Leave me alone. Out!!" Mark pointed at the door with his eyes and Jaemin pouted leaving the office room.

"Are you okay?" Mark stood up walking towards the younger who bit his lips as tears streamed down his beautiful face.

"
Y-Yes." Haechan whispered looking away, "Ahhh!!" His mouth moaned in pain.

"You definitly arent. Lets get you home shall we?" Mark caressed the boys cheek with the back of his palm, a feeling of care filling his heart.

"P-Prince, D-Dont t-touch me." Haechan looked away again but Marks palm was still on his chubby cheek.

"Lets get you out of here. Get up." Mark slipped his hands under the strawberry blondes shoulders as he lifted him up. The older removed his blazer and wrapped it around the smallers tiny waist.

The twentith floor usually was empty, So Mark carried the crying boy to his quarters and laid the boy down on his bed.

"Atleast lock your door silly." The older sighed making Haechan sit down. The older just stripped the beauty, carried him to the bathtub and cleaned the boy carefully. Not in the least feeling disgusted, he made him wear his pads and boxers, cocooning the younger in a big towel.

"W-What are you making?" Haechan whispered from his cocoon.

"Hot chocolate for a baby in pain on a cold day in Winter." Mark chuckled at himself, It was just the second day and he was already fond of this boy. Yes, Haechan was his P.A but right now the boy needed care.

"T-Thank you Sir." Haechans stubby fingers hugged the mug tightly, slightly feeling better after a hot bath.

"When did it all start?" Mark flicked through channels on the TV.

"When I was 7. I thought I was fine but then realized that it came every month. It kills me, Like the amount of blood that I loose It'd be soon found dead." Haechan sighed watching a Korean drama.

"Dont say that!! And now I get why you were homeschooled." Mark flicked Haechans head turning around. "I'll help you."

"P-Prince you have a company to take care off. And you are getting married soon." The golden skinned boy giggled at the older.

"He's annoying. I'm just marrying for fathers will." The older clicked his tongue. "Will you be able to handle the pain? We have long day tomorrow?" Mark sighed getting up as he ruffled the soft shinny strawberry blonde hair.

"Yes sir!! I guess if I drank strong painkillers. Maybe." Haechan smiled like the sun, Making the older smile. He was an infection.

"Can you dress yourself up?" The didnt wait for an answer, he just made the boy put on a hoodie. "Sleep for now. I'll manage." Mark caressed Haechans cheek with the back of his palm and he left.

Haechan started crying being the emotional boy he was right now. Two days down, Ten more days to go. He was already feeling too weak to even call his mother. His eyes fluttered closed as he drifted off to sleep.

What woke him up was, The prince shuffling around his quarters at night. He squinted his big eyes, lifting himself up.

"P-Prince? What are doing here?" Haechan difficultly sat up, Watching the older busily make dinner.

"If you are on your periods you must eat alot as you loose alot of blood." The prince giggled at the pouting boy who slowly padded his way to the kitchen.

"S-Stop being s-so g-good." Haechan tried to lift himself up on the kitchen counter, big arms held his crafted waist as it sat him on the counter.

"I'm not bad, Never was. Never will Sweet heart." Mark patted the boys cheek, continuing the cooking he was doing.

Mark didnt know why he was doing this but the urge to protect this boy who had the monthly menstruation and suffered more than a girl would, seem to knock at his heart.

"Sir! It hurts!" Haechan suddenly pressed his lower abnorman, tears trickling down his chubby rosey cheeks. Mark stopped feeding the smaller and held his forehead. The boy was running a fever, his temperature being quite dangerously high.

"Haechan. Let me take you to the hospital." The older carried the crying boy bridal style.

"N-No. P-Please no. I-I have n-never please Ahhhhh!!!" Haechan cried into the flawless neck of the othet.

"Calm down. It'll will only worsen it." Mark carried the smaller to bed, he laid him down with care. Haechan curled into a ball, pressing his stomach and dick hardly so it would stop. His sobs uneven, his breath uneven.

"C-Cant i-it!! Mom!!!" Haechan writhed in pain, The older didnt know what to do but just fall next the little boy and hugged him tightly. Haechans sobs worsened, his body burning with fever.

"Hush now. It's going to be over soon." Mark whispered caressing Haechans flanks slowly, the beautiful boy before him was five years younger, and he deserved to smile more.