Mark's lips trembled, he hated his life so much. To be a burden and to live his whole existance on a chair depending on others. The servants were back and those girls were always  around him, he wasn't a bad guy but his smile often gave the wrong idea for many girls. Taeyong didn't have male servants afraid that they might not respect Giselle and try to be funny with the gorgeous girl.

"Mark? Mom's coming home soon so there'll be a party. He's excited to meet you." Giselle smiled at her brother, Marks eyes remained on the glass window.

"I'll be in my room like I don't exist." He was tired of everything and everyone it was starting to feed on him.

"Mark! You'll be a part of the party okay. And besides Mom's going to make you meet a few girls along the way." She giggled but stopped when she saw how serious her brother was.

"Noona.......Mom's gay, we have two father's then why would he try to make me meet women when I'm in fact interested in men myself! Gosh he gives me a fucking headache. He can keep his busy ass life to himself and I'll take decisions about myself and my life. You can leave!" He never got angry, but when he did he was scary. Giselle bit her lips as she pouted and left the room closing the door behind her.

Donghyuck was at his wine cellar, drinking wine, polishing his weapons and fucking the living daylights out of his sweet little servant boy. Sometimes the dirty businesses they did for money stressed them out too much, and especially Hyuck wanted a distraction from Mark. That body seemed to infest his mind way too much.

"Hyuckie are you okay?" Renjun whimpered under him but he ignored him, he was too busy focusing on destroying the said servant. Once he was done and the world turned to day he stopped.

"Clean the mess and be on my bed by 9, I need to leave at 1." That was all Renjun heard as he nodded and got off the bed feverishly. He was afraid to fall pregnant again, Donghyuck would kill him but he doubt that he might. He cleaned the bed in the cellar and limped upstairs with the bedsheet around him for Hyuck shredded it to pieces.

Sharp at nine he was on his master's bed when Donghyuck came out the shower with a towel around his waist.  He smirked at Renjun's ruined body but before he could touch the servant his phone buzzed. It was Mark. He ignored the stupid call and got down to business. It was late afternoon when the Young Mafia leader decided to go Mark.

"Mark?! Open the door! Damn he can lock doors too?" Mumbled he kept knocking the door but it refused to open up. Walking to the room Johnny was staying he asked for a spare key and went back. Instant regret weighed on his heart, something he had never felt before. Mark was on the floor with the wheelchair on his body. He seemed to be on pain as Hyuck rushed to him.

Lifting off the wheelchair he carried Mark to the bed, patting his soft flawlessly white cheeks he woke the unconscious man up by sprinkling waster droplets. He woke up with a frown then relaxed when he saw Donghyucks big gorgeous orbs shifting on his face with..........worry.

"Sorry if I disturbed you. The servants are careless, they locked my wheelchair and I needed water, I called them but no one was around also the door was locked too so yeah. I called Jaemin, darling must have been busy so I called you." Mark mumbled softly, his smile chipped with pain. Hyuck bit his lips, he was doing something entirely worthless and selfish while this boy here thought he would come to help.

"I'm...... I'm sorry." Even Hyuck himself was taken aback by what he said. He had never apologized in his whole life and now this guy he was going kill made him do so without even saying anything.

"Hey......It's really okay." Mark caressed Hyuck's chubby cheek with the back of his palm. "You have a life of your own. Did you go drinking with your friends?? You reek of wine and......sex." The older chuckled as tiredness slowly started taking over him. He lent back on his pillows as Hyuck lent forward too, he avoided those soft golden orbs. Why was he feeling guilty like he cheated?

"I- uhh......Servant.....I mean he....I alw-" Mark placed a finger on red thick lips to stop him from explaining. He chuckled shaking his head.

"You are a man Haechannie.......If you have sex you don't have to explain why. She must be lucky." The older traced the lips smiling faintly.

"It's a guy.......A servant boy I usually have it with." He didn't know why he was saying this to Mark but he was. He wasn't even acting cute but this boy before him didn't care. Mark nodded playing with the younger boys lips.

"I had it once with Jaemin I guess......That's it. Then some person who hated Mom ruined my whole life. But are you a top or a bottom?" The older giggled making Hyuck scoff and smile looking away.

"Why are you curious?" He lent a bit more closer.

"Hmmmm I don't know I just want to know." Mark whispered his eyes shifting from the red lips and grey eyes.

"You'll have to find out Mark........." Donghyuck was pulled closer by the the older, he had his arm wrapped around the slender hour glass like waistline. Sometimes some things were hard to explain, especially like the unconscious bonding these two were starting to knit between themselves. They were oblivious of eachothers past or present but there was certainly something stronger than just an attraction starting to deep root and it was sure dangerously alarming yet beautifully pleasing.