6 Days Down, 6 more to go.

Mark regretted every minute as he sat before his parents, Why had Mrs Na invited them? His mother was a darling but then, Father always, ALWAYS got his way with people. Even the marriage was proposed to him by his father so He'd have more power! Bullshit!

"Nothing! Nothing has been done in that company of yours. When will the new airplanes be put out? After I die? Should I deal with this too!?" Mr Lee gritted his teeth at his son who looked only at his food.

"No father. I'll take care of everything." Mark whispered not meeting his fathers eyes.

"Better." The man snapped at the young CEO. Mark gritted his teeth so much his jaws hurt. Its never enough for his father. Greedy old man. Who even made him King?

"Sweety? When will you decide on marrying Jaemin?" Mrs Na smiled at Mark but the boy sighed shaking his head.

"I still have work to finish Mrs Na. Maybe after that." Mark smiled back.

The dinner went well, Or was it supposed to go well? By the end off the day Mark was fumming, he walked next to his mother when a sudden sting of pain shot at his shin.

"Ahhhhh!!! Gosh what the hell!!" Mark crouched down holding his right shin tightly.

"Son? Are you okay?" Mrs Lee was worried but Mark managed to stand up a little rickety he waved at her and limped to his care, driving into the midnight.

The older walked into a dark house, silent but something was definitely wrong. Someone was crying.

"Haechan?" Mark switched on the lights and saw a beautiful boy hugging his right shin, crying as he shivered on the cold ground.

"I-I'm sorry, I-I was s-so h-hungry I t-tried come d-down and tripped." Haechans baby voice sniffled as Mark scooped him up.

"My fault. I should have kept your food in the room. Were does it hurt?" Mark whispered carrying the crying boy to a soiled bed. The older chuckled setting Haechan down.

"Ahh!! My right leg hurts." The strawberry blonde stumbled falling into the olders chest.

"Aish. You idiot!!" Mark frowned as his right arm balanced the boys waist, his left arm discarded Haechans shirt and soiled pink boxers as he was carried to the bathtub. "Stay here until I clean the sheets and get you a doctor okay?"

"S-Sir, D-Dont g-go!!" Haechan held the olders hand begging him not to leave.

"I'll be right back baby boy." Mark patted the golden boys cheek as he left to clean the bed and call Taeyong. One of his best friends.

The cleaning went on quickly, Mark walked back into the bathroom, washing a drowsy Haechan giggle and play with soap bubbles.

"Stay still, You'll fall." Mark held Haechans hand, the little boy was unsteady since the pain in his pelvic bones and shin hurt like hell.

"It hurts sir." Haechan sniffled, Mark sighed helping him on the bed, While the younger stood on the bed, the Prince helped the boy wear his baby blue boxers and pads. "Ouch!! It hurts there!" Haechan bit his lip went Mark touched the boys waist.

The prince chuckled hugging the boys waist and kissing the slightly red bruise that hurt the smaller. "Feeling better birdie?" Mark chuckled louder when Haechan blushed so dark at hus gesture.

"Y-Yeah. I-Its cold." The smaller covered his face as he was helped to sit on the fresh blue bed sheets. On went a unused hoodie of the taller. Well Mark never wore casual clothes, though his mother bought them for him always.

"Wear shorts atleast. Taeyong is coming to check your leg." Mark caressed the soft thick thighs. "That hoodie is too short silly." The older massaged the cramped muscles.

"Taeyong? As in Jung Taeyong?" Haechans fingers poked the olders cheek, his painkillers and food making him tired and comfy.

'Yes? You know him?" Mark frowned at the beauty next to him.

"H-He's married to my cousin Jaehyun. But Prince please dont tell about my periods." Haechans face ran cold at the thought of Taeyong finding out. He was a darling but he didnt want others to know of his shame.

"So only your family knows?" Marks fingers walked under the hoodie as his massaged the waist softly.

"A-And y-you!! Ahh I hit myself there I guess." Haechan squeaked when Marks fingered the bruised spot.

"Should I kiss it then?" The older teased the smaller making the younger blush.

"N-No." Haechan fiddled with his stubby fingers looking everywhere by the olders chestnut brown eyes.

"Then where do you want to be kissed??" Mark tickled the smaller, his big fingers playing under the hoodie. Haechan giggled, trying to stop the big hands but failed.

"P-Prince!!" Haechan giggled when Marks soft lips fell on his cheeks.

"MARK YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE!!" Taeyongs voice boomed throught Marks house making their little moment stop.

"I'll go get him." The prince smiled going to get a fumming anime like man at the door.

"You better have a good explanation for bringing me here on the crack of Christmas." Taeyong grumbled following the prince to his room and almoat dropped his equipments.

"Haechan!!! What are you doing here? In Marks hoodie, half naked, on his bed?!" Taeyong fussed around and Mark, well he just crawled next to Haechan.

"Hyung!! I fell from the stairs and hurt my right leg! I'm Mr Lee's P.A." Haechan beemed as Taeyong sighed coming closer to examin the hurt limb

"Honey, You need not work, You know that right?" The older scanned the leg. When he touched it the younger whined.

"B-But I want to help." Haechan pouted sniffling at his fingers.

"You really are precious. You little devil you've fractured your leg silly. I'll have to put up a cast. Mark can you bring him to the clinic?" Taeyong put his hands on his hips, Mark nodded but Haechan silently refused with pleading eyes.

"Sweet heart, You need to cure that pretty leg of yours." Mark slipped his arm under Haechans thighs and shoulders carrying him bridal style to the car along with Taeyong who was quite shocked at the amount if skinship the older was having with his husbands cousin.