"You knew?" Johnny confusedly asked the blonde male. Mark nodded slowly a broken smile and a heart heavy with hurt.

"When those men pushed me down the cliff 11 years ago, I didn't fall Johnny, I was holding into the roots.......then a young gorgeous boy in a uniform walked closer to the cliff smoking. He was furious, and he was carrying a girl with the same uniform. He threw her over the cliff, that's when he spotted me. I thought for some sort of reason that he would save me but he kicked me on the neck, saying I should hold onto life when I was supposed to die." A stray tear rolled down his cheek, he wiped it with a bitter chuckle. "That fall ruined my life, I'm paralyzed. Broken, discarded and thrown away from my own family. But......When I saw him again years later he just turned way more gorgeous." Johnny rolled his eyes at the blonde boy.

"Mark?! You should have reported him to Taeyong and killed him by now. What's wrong with you? Are you attracted to him or are you revenging on him?" The giant threw the set of papers on the floor.

"Johnny......The known Devil is better than the unknown Angel." Argued Mark with a scoff.

"He attacked you!" The older retorted.

"He saved me Johnny. Jaemin wanted to kill me, he threw down the stairs, he pushed me down the slope. Look.......He hasn't lied to me since the day he came here, I trust him Johnny. And if he does kill me I'll die happily. He's not the beast everyone knows, I know a different Hyuckie. The cute pouty stubborn dare devil that loves sex." The chuckle at the end was everything, that smile. Johnny had never seen that smile since the accident.

"How can you trust an admire a murderer? Did you hit your head when you fell?" Mark shook his head with a chuckle.

"I'm sane, It's like the Ying Yang, there's bad in good like Jaemin turned out to be, and good in the bad, like Hyuckie. Atleast he doesn't poison my food like how Jaemin used to do. It didn't work out so he lashed out at me. Johnny I sit on. Wheelchair doing nothing and notice more than you can ever know. Don't sweat it." Mark hissed.

Donghyuck slipped down the wall, his heart shattered? To know that this boy inside knew who he was but acted like he didn't? Was all these a trap or was Hyuck digging his own grave? Shaking his head he limped back outside to meet Ten and check on Jaemin. It burned down to the core of his heart, was love as Renjun phrased it,so painful? Or was he ashamed of himself, of what he did for a living?

"Hello there my dear- wait- did Renjun fuck you back and take his revenge finally? Honey what's wrong?" Ten frowned when Donghyuck made his way inside the secret office.

"Nothing just......get down to business Ten." He hissed.

"Well as you wish my boy. Renjun is Yuta Nakamoto's son, he was led astray a few years back and grew up on the streets, your father aka my half brother found him being molested by street rats and took him in an year ago. That's all there is to Renjun's life, but also the suspicious part is that Yuta has gone missing around the time when Renjun fell into a ditch........and hasn't been found yet. Win-win his mother has been trying to reach out to you, specifically after he saw you at the President's mansion. With that at its unanswered question, Doyoung found the truth behind the whole ordeal and why Mark was asked to be killed and who hired you to kill him. The USB drive that you got is unrevivable, more like it was destroyed purposely. In my conclusion, if you don't kill Mark someone will. And Renjun is unintentionally being dragged into this mess." Finished Ten with a load groan as Hyuck lit a cigarette, he started sinking in the information as he paced the room.

"Do a background check on Jaemin. I can't leave Mark alone for too long." He ordered and left the room immediately.

Mark waited for Hyuck to come home, his wound hurt alot, his out break with Johnny didn't end well but he trusted the younger, a part of him was afraid but the other side wasn't. The red head walked inside in tight black leather pants, a black turtle neck tee and a red leather jacket. The older smiled, Donghyuck looked like himself now.

"Now you look more like that handsome mafia leader everyone speaks about. I saw you at the door Haechan, you can kill me now if you want to." Mark smiled as sweetly as he can, Hyuck pulled out his favourite custom made gun and pointed it at the older. His arm too straight and confident, Mark wheeled closer to the boy.

"Why are you nice to me after knowing what I'm here for?" Hyuck whispered softly, "I'm sorry I didn't help you up the cliff at that time......." His lips quivered, Mark made him straddle his waist as he pressed his forefinger on those soft yummy lips.

"No one can change fate Donghyuck.........Why are you hesitating? I'm just a breath away, if you pull the trigger I'll be gone. Your mission solved." Mark aimed the gunpoint on his heart.

"The mission isn't solved, Nakamoto wasn't the one who wanted you to die. I don't know if it's Dad. But......." Donghyuck connected their foreheads, his breathing uneven, his mouth panting, he squeezed Marks jaw, slipping his tongue into the olders mouth he kissed the older, surprisingly the blonde kissed him back just as much with vigour.

"But what?" Mark mumbled against wet plump lips.

"I don't know............" Haechan whispered, his grey orbs a warmer shade of the silvery darkness, he smiled at Mark. Why were they so casual towards one another even though Mark knew who he was now?