Donghyucks portrait stood proud behind Marks swirl chair. A very unhomely feeling lingering within the walls that carried so much of loving memories of love and laughter. The portrait was crooked, a feeling of emptiness and void. Whispering that screamed into a certain someones soul. It hurt, It shattered, It broke and It pierced. The cries of new borns, the distant footsteps of identical twins, the rain ouside, the sniffles of an aimless cry. White walls, medicine, blood and a life long lost.

"The children need milk...." A nurse whispered to the other.

"Someone tell him he's gone." Another urged.

Mark heard them all, Yet he stared at the pale gorgeous beauty before him, that lay so lifeless, so lost. He wasnt breathing nor was he awake. The boy was devasted, his beating heart, not a lup or a dup, only drops of blood dripped within. Was Mark crying? No he wasnt, he stood up and walked out, but three tiny cots stopped him. He crouched down to see big golden brown bear orbs staring back at him.

"Sir....They need to be fed." A nursed told him.

"Wait......" Was all Mark could whisper.

He walked out, with a broken wrist and a shattered heart. He walked passed his friends, his twins as he ran into the monstrous rain. He crashed, into a place, somewhere nearby. Fell pathetically on his knees, and wailed into his arms. He was loosing himself again. For the third time. The very day he found himself staring at the brunette working at the cafe, exactly five and a half years ago he knew he was in love, the times Mark stood at the gates waiting to be noticed and let in. The day he told Jeno to take his Donghyuck away he had cried three days straight with bottles of beer as company. When Donghyuck threw himself on him and they kissed, that was the best day of his life, and confessed, the night they made love was the best day of his life. When his Duckling was pregnant his heart leaped at the thought of watching his baby duck grow big but his heart broke when he knew this would happen. He held on so tight but why did his Duckie leave him?

"D-Dada? Mama would be mad if he knew you got sick." Hae his son was behind him with an umbrella.

"I-I promised him....." Mark whispered as he stood up. Yes you were right if Donghyuck died then he would die too.

"Promise Mama what?" Min smiled at his Dada.

"Dada!! Did you see our sisters and brother?" Hae squealed not aware of the brutal truth that, Mama was no longer alive.

"Come Dada lets go see!!" Min tugged at Marks arms as they dragged him back to heartbreak.

The children were crying, The brunette lay dead. Or was he over thinking? Perhaps not? So while the twins played with their siblings Mark, now all wet and soaky sat next to Donghyuck. He felt the small fragile boys arms. Cold and blue. Where was his warm yellow duckling whom he was uncontrollably in love with?

"I-If you are gone....T-Then I-I'll follow you." Mark whispered shaking the pale body.

"Mark?" The older heard Lucas's voice but he payed no attention.

"Mark you need to sign papers." Renjun sniffled.

"Uncle Mark? Is Hyuckie aunty awake?" Little Chenle pouted next to an emotional Jisung who couldnt speak.

"He's flat linning!!!" Jungwoo screamed, making Mark whip his head towards his wife.

Sicheng rushed inside, Mark refused to leave, electric irons were placed on the stubby chest, the body heaving up and down. Mark was shaking, He was loosing it. The ticking noises, the whispers, the cries, the smell of blood, his thriplets screaming. His eyes were failing.

"Someone bring blood quick he's bleeding internally!!" Sicheng screamed, the boys head spun being slightly hurt from all the pain.

"Sir!! His heart....." A nurse shouted and they all went silent. The machines when flat, the ticking stopped, everybody stopped.

"Duckkie!" Mark stumbled to the boy he loves. "You promised you'll stay.....Please no no please!!" The older shook and shook the body. The twins watched their father cry over their sleeping mother from the glass.

"Mark put yourself together!" Sicheng warned the man who was literally going crazy.

"Duckie wake up! Look at me!" Mark cried hugging Donghyucks body when a nurse pulled him away. He lost it.

"WHATS WRONG WITH YOU!!! My wife is not dead! He-He....He's alive. He promised that he would never leave!!" Mark screamed loudly.

"Mark he's gone!" Sicheng held Marks arms from hitting something. It was already broken with Donghyuck holding so tight.

"No...No!!!" Mark screamed, His head was clogging.

"Someone hold him!! Jaehyun help me." Sicheng gestured his husband to help.

Lucas and Jaehyun held Mark tightly. The older cried and cried. When Taeyong died he was calm but a mess but now he was basically behaving like mad man in love. He was crazy for Donghyuck, for his wife. He was obssessed with his Duckie.

"I-I'll follow him!!" Mark whispered grabbing a sharp object, he couldnt see what he was having in his arm. With that he started slicing his left arm making horror dawn on the people around.

"Mark!!!" Jaemin screamed as they ran inside, Renjun tried to take the knife away but he only got hurt.

"I cant live without my Duckie!! I will follow him!!" Mark was being dramatic but that was how much he loved his wife.

"Dada!!" Two voices whispered.

"Stupid you have five children to take care off!!" Lucas slapped his best friend hard across the face.

"Duckie....Duckie..." Mark kept mumbling as he started stumbling and blinking through tears.

The man stumbled to the bed that had his Duckling. With shivering bloody arms Mark held those chubby pale cheeks. His other arm pressing the youngers chest hard.

"I love you Duckling." Mark whispered against those plump lips that werent responding. As Marks body weakened with every drop of blood those plump lips kissed back. But it was too late.