El Pecado, Mark Lee

LVIII

Unrequited love,

that hurts.

Knowing she will never have the same feelings towards you. Oh, he should've known better.

He had someone waiting for him, she's already placing someone inside her heart, her completed last piece.

Younghoon took care of her all days and nights without complaining. Singing her lullabies in the middle of the dark pitch night. Spare some minutes only for her to smile without knowing what pain is.

It's time for his adored lady to see her long awaited knight, he may knew all the things she would share to her lover.

But he couldn't share the love he badly wanted to shower her with it.

Life could be unfair he thought. Life is indeed unfair.

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Younghee, with her pink night gown, running fastly down the stairs just like what you saw in any Disney princess movies. Trying hard not to trip on her own feet, she bumped into Johnny's chest.

"Oh—Buenos días, senor." She gracefully bowed, while lifting a bit the end of her gown.

Johnny giggled, bowing back as he crossed his legs to match the level of her greeting style. "Buenos días también, senorita."

Taking her hand in, planting a soft yet friendly kiss on it, featherlike. "I see our senorita looked bright as the sun, your los queridos is coming home ain't it?"

Younghee laughed with a manner, nodded slowly as she peeked through the clock not too far away from them.

"Excuse me, senor. I'd like to have a breakfast first."

"As you wish, senorita."

Once again, giggling as she checked on the state of her cat playing along with NCT's pets, Louis, Leon, Bella and newly added baby, Daegal.

As she set her body on the wooden chair, a loud voice interrupted her making her walked out of the kitchen to see who's at the door.

Lucas who was happened to play chess with Chenle screamed, thus the members went out to see the arrived leaders.

"Wassup, it's us again!"

Ten exclaimed while jumping, promptly getting a hug from Yangyang, his love-hate partner. Kun set the luggages down, letting the others to help them move into their own room.

The long awaited stepped into the majestic mansion, increasing heartbeat of her without he even realized.

Arms widened, asking her to come into his hug with his big sparkly eyes. She let it slide, running into the muscular arms of him.

"Lee Minhyung!" He stayed silent, burying his head into the crook of her neck. She almost burst down her tears, missing him drove her crazy.

"Lee Younghee I miss you so bad that I wished I could sleep often."

"What—"

"Because dream connected us." She nodded, agreed with his kinda wise words. He guided her to the couch, still with a hand around her small waist before the others could notice.

"You guys are unbearably cute, I really need to find my soulmate now." Doyoung stated as he tried to sit on Jungwoo's lap, earning a glare from the victim.

Taeyong on the other side and other situation really didn't mind anything. He currently faced the famous Cho Yoon, previously called President Cho since years ago.

"You looked like you're fucking dying, Yoon." He laughed like a maniac, pushing the head of the president with his painted fingers.

"Don't you dare trying to ruin my daughter's life... she's all I had."

"Now you care..."

"Park Jeongsu's here, I just know I'm not strong anymore to fight him and his loathe towards me."

Taeyong looked emotionless, sitting with his legs crossed on the chair placed ahead Cho Yoon. He only care about Younghee, in order to not break Mark's life apart.

"I won't torture her, but you... I don't know either."

Jaehyun sighed, asking the leader to leave him alone. He had to feel this, the feels of betrayal, failure and madness in silence.

Leaving the cold and dark room, Taeyong felt like he was watched ever since he arrived to the house.

"Don't you feel like... watched?"

"You mean, stalked?"

Taeyong nodded, he shook off his thought and immediately leave the basement.

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"So chubs—"

"Mhm?"

"How's days without your knight?" She acted like she was disgusted by his action, he then cutely snuggled into the arms of his lover.

"It's hard you know, knowing I can't see your clumsy actions for two weeks."

"I actually pity papa, Taeyong wouldn't go easy on him."

Mark caressed her dark locks before slowly placing a kiss on her forehead, while she intertwined both of their hands, playing with his thumb.

"So, your conclusion on my connected dreams? About papa, mama and that Leeteuk guy."

Mark went blank, totally. He actually was very surprised with all of the connected dreams. It was very clear, from how her father started his journey as a powerful mafia to the day where she was born.

"I pity you, you're basically the genes of the unapproved couple. You had to go through this since your mama died, it's not fully her fault anyways."

"Papa trapped her into his games! He was only for it because of lust, and I was born as the outcome!" Younghee threw away his hand, holding her tears from overpowering her face.

"As what I said, it's not you and your mama fault, you're just unlucky to be involved in this family."

Younghee pouted, looking straight into his eyes. He nodded, reassuring her once again before she started to burst down in tears.

"Shhh, chubs it's fine. I'm always here, no matter how big the war will begin, I'll always have your back..."

She pointed out her pinky finger, he linked it with his, kissing her hand in the end.

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