it takes me 3 weeks to write a chapter of this book, my brain is easily tired out by the plot. 

Freed. Joy. Rushed with adrenaline.

That's how he felt when he was brought home by the superior. He felt like he was finally at somewhere that truly belongs to him, that welcomes him and hands him the power that he has always dreaded in mind.

He loved the way that he was put into place, to be trained, and sensually plead to his Master gave him the thought of being someone helpful and needed. Fuck that, what he truly fell in love with is the way Mark gave him butterflies in his stomach.

"Daddy", he mouthed, long fingers slowly tracing down the attractive face of his Master. Nights like this always give him a thrill. Under Mark, he could unleash all of him, gives

He tagged along because of curiosity. He stayed because of Mark.

But then it shifted.

Breathless. Suffocated. Exhausted.

That may or may not what he is now. Years went by, and things got whisked badly. He loves his Master, the kind of love that goes beyond obeying what the other says, he craves the attention goes both ways, that he is something more important than a tool for Mark to persuade violence on others and dump sexual frustration on to. And it's a bad thing for him.

"Are you willing to give every piece of you to me, mentally and physically? To live as I ask you to be?"

"Yes sir"

Because he is now more sensitive. Because now, he wants a chance to live a normal life with Mark. Because now, he is getting weaker and being weaker, even just mentally means that the older could easily replace him with someone else.

Haechan realized that he has been spacing out for too long, eyes stare to the blank space of his bedroom wall, the popping noise of woods being burned in the fireplace hallucinated him. It's him. He's burned out.

Once again, Doyoung's proposal popped upon his mind. Leave the place, leave the pack, leave...Mark in the past and move forward to a different life that he has no worries of dying, that's what exactly what he was promised and he believes the Jung family with his whole heart.

He wanted this.

He didn't want the normal life that he knows he has no way to fits in anymore.

He wanted to feel above others.

He didn't want to experience feelings that are forbidden.

He wants Mark.

But Mark doesn't. Mark doesn't want anything because he doesn't need anything. He is under no one but the Queen herself, everybody is under his fingers

"Oh my, what should I do know?", Haechan chuckled lightly, he is pitying himself.

But then, a sudden knock on the door got he straighten, the glossy liquid that cornered his eyes were brushed away. "Yes?"

"It's me"

Mark? Haechan thought, immediately stands up to go open the door. It's a rare occasion when the older comes to visit him. It was always him, the way who is always busy catching up to the superior.

The door was swung open and here the other is, standing in front of him, a casual fit on him. It's late anyway.

"Please, come in", he stepped aside and let Mark in, trailing behind until the other sits down his bed "My room is a bit messy, I apologize"

"It's fine Haechan", Mark said, "You're always so apologetic, so tense around me"

The younger gives him a weak smile, how could he have mental peace around the one person he is not supposed to be falling for? Hands behind his back, Haechan twists the hem of his blouse nervously. The older's eyes are going up and down his body and once again, the frequent chills of knowing what's about to happen to make him nauseous. He used to be thrilled for nights like this but his will has been switched off tonight.

Mark lifted his hand and he leaned down, pressing his cheeks on the man's hand, letting the older slowly stroke his face. His touch burns, setting fire in his heart. The man is always so delicate when it comes to times like this, so caring, so lovely...as if...as if that he has the chance for something so forbidden and unreal.

Mark's fingers traced down and tug on the collar of his blouse, pulling him so close that their eyes met. Gosh, the older's eyes are so deep, he feels like he could drown into it. Gulping, he places his hand around the man's buttons, muttered, "Can I, daddy?"; "Go ahead my kitten"

He slowly unbuttoned the man's shirt, pushing the older down the soft mattress, lips ghosting over his neck. "You know the rule kitten, no mark"

Haechan has always wanted to argue on that topic. It's simply unfair how he is scattered with marks but the man came out of the room, not even a single trace of him on his body. Unhappiness, unsatisfied, with the poor courage of the snarky boy he is, the younger (once again) decided to do something that might endanger him.

Mark his master.

Everything is going smoothly as usual with the older's hands running through his hair, teeth nibbling on his neck, creating blooming marks as his other hand hooked on the band of his trousers, slowly sliding it down. The older is not sexually active, he has never brought anyone home, never go out for sensual fun. It seems like intercourse is just his way of releasing stress, nothing more, nothing less and Haechan knows himself is not some worthless sex dolls. He deserved to have a stand.

When they're lazily making out, the younger's clothes have already been thrown on the floor. Mark's touch burns and the hot air that is being blown makes him shuddered.

"Who is my kitten?", the older's voice is raspy and low and Haechan feels like he is going insane.

"Me. I'm yours", he pants as his hands blindly reach inside his master's silky clothing, getting a feel of the glassy skin. The urge to mark, to make people know that he is in fact, a part of the Lees. His master took him in, he was shaped, he was taught,....Lee Haechan exists solely because of Mark Lee and he is fed up with being a shadow of the other.

And just in a swift moment, a tick of a tock, his teeth are on Mark's neck, biting harshly, earning a loud groan from the one under him. "Hae-Haechan, let off"

Everything went blurry, but Haechan doesn't pull away. The taste of metal invades his mouth, and the young boy knows that his bite mark would last forever. He sits up and smiles widely, beautifully outrageous.

"And you're mine too!"

And sure enough, Mark is shaking.

Not in fear, but in rage. His hand curled, he couldn't even hold himself back when he beats the younger off the bed.

"WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?", the man growls, reaching down the blooded boy whose smile is still blooming prettily, "WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?"

Mark's voice is loud and sure enough, the worried people in the mansion came rushing to in front of Haechan's room, knocking on the locked door.

The superior keeps on asking but the boy only smiles. He raised his hand, caressing the wound that he created, "You're forever mine now"

Swallowing down the bitter feelings down his throat, Mark pushes behind all of his emotions and knocked the boy out on the floor.

Haechan turned vulnerable, he is out of his mind, he could not keep him close anymore.

Shuffling from the bed and fix his outfit, he swings the door open and was faced with Jaehyun.

"What have you done Mark?", the older asked, voice changed when he sees the unconscious boy behind the other

"Get rid of him", the superior coldly answered, pushing the man aside as he walked away, not even dared to look back, "He is worthless now"

 And he left, leaving a baffled Jaehyun behind with his own broken heart.