"Michael trust  Mommy. He'll come back." Haechan sniffled like a child afraid that his mom wouldn't come back.

"You need to rest Mom. But why is Jaemin mom saying that Dad's plane crashed?" Michael caressed Haechans forehead and hair backwards as he lay on the hospital.

"The news.........said that there was no survivers, e-everyone died. Including the pilots..........but my Mark wasn't among them dead men sparkles. Daddy was missing, and missing isn't dead." Haechan was dozing off, he had a mild heart attack, after Jaemin had screamed that Mark was dead. Michael kissed his mother's forehead, as he cupped the golden beauty's stubby arm in his arms.

"The doctor says it was a sudden shock. He's fine, atleast for now. Honey are you okay?" Nana came inside the room.

"What do I do Nana? I know I've been a very bad son when I was younger but I love my Mommy more than anything, even more than you. I might not always show but I know want him to be happy. How........How do you fix his broken heart baby? Where in this world can I find Dad for him? What if Dad's.........Dad's already gone." Michael wiped his tears, his mother's arm still inside his arms, the ring finger old but still unmoved.

"How can you fix a heart that isn't broken honey?" Nana sat next to the passed out beauty. "He's not heart broken, infact his heart isn't even with him, it's with your father. Do you know what's the most intimate moment in someone's life?" The pregnant male smiled pecking Haechans chubby cheeks.

"Sex?" Michael looked confused, his wife scoffed at him and shook his head.

"It's knowing that the other loves you, without words, but with touches as gentle as a brush. To know you are his and he is yours, an I love you isn't needed when your heart is already someone else's, that's the intimacy that's more passionate than sex. Your parents have that, which is why he still waits every valentine's. He first met your father on valentine's, Daddy confessed on a valentine's, their first kiss was on a valentine's, he proposed, they got married, they made love, all on Feb 14 each year. I know it's crazy but they kept their small moments like treasures, he even miraculously conceived you on a valentine's. Here read this." Nana gave his husband a pink letter, with his mother's fairytale like letters.

Dated on a random day, as I listen to those songs you sang just for me, from our first meeting, to this day,
I've never heart you say,
Those words everyone does,
Your smile that makes me blush,
When you try to wink but end up blinking both your eyes,
The goosebumps I feel when your hand brushes against my hand,
Your finger tips that trace my curves,
Your gentle touches,
The way you play the guitar,
The passion in your eyes,
As I would sing along,
The nights we spend with fires,
igniting our souls,
Your breathless kisses,
I feel like you could love me even in my dreams,
It's a beautiful dream I dream to remember you,
To try not to miss my husband,
I'll wait every valentine's,
Hoping you'd come back,
I'm not the sexy Pudu you once knew,
I'm a little fat,
A fat waddly bear,
We are grandparents, Michael's wife is gorgeous,
Darling is so happy we are in law's......
The bed gets colder ever night,
Where are you baby lion?

How can he be alive after all these years though........Gosh this so painful." Michael looked so worried it made Nana lean in and smooch his lips.

"I'm going to write Mommy's story. And I want you to publish it on your magazine. I'll write 127 words every day, that's Daddy's regiment number. I'll sign it with a pen name so no one would know who I am. But if there were anyone across Seoul or Canada they would reach out right? He deserves to know what happened to his Mark." Nana squeezed the boys hands tightly. Michael nodded with a smile.

Haechan stared at the battered wedding picture of theirs, he had come home after a week. His stubby fingers shivered a little, but he smiled kissing Marks face. He squeezed his heart and lied down on the bed.

"Are you alright Markie?" Haechan sniffled, for the poor boy thought perhaps his man was really............gone? Was Mark really dead? "A-Are you keeping my heart safe?" The beauty giggled through tears as he stood up to go sit by the window.

"Mommy? Here's your coffee." Nana carefully came closer with her hand on her four months baby bump.

"I used to make fun of movies like The Lost Valentine, Hachiko and stuff. Saying that how could someone love somebody so much.........Now here I am sitting at the airport every year for him." Haechan giggled.

"That's because no one could love him the way you do. I'm sorry about what I did." Jaemin bobbed his forefingers together with a pout making Nana roll her eyes.

"It's sokay Darling. No one ever said anything of Mark Lee dying. He always comes back, he never break a promise. That's not like my Simba." Haechans smiled as Jaemin nodded and hugged his best friend.

"I won't forgive a bitch like him. Tsk. He gave you a heart attack." Renjun stood at the door with a grim face.

Was Haechans heart weak by waiting for his one true love? Did Mark suffer at war? Did he die a fateful death that no one knew where his body was put to rest at? If he was dead then where was he buried? Was he given a proper burial? The golden beauty hugged Michael tightly that day, he cried so hours, he missed Mark so much that it was giving him pain. Michael pulled his mother away, cupping his chubby cheeks.

"Nana and I would find him for you Mommy. I promise." Michael kissed Haechans forehead as he hugged his baby mother tightly.