Romance At 30! [MarkHyuck]

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Fifteen Years Later...

A constant view of a replica of him depressed Mark Lee, A strickingly flawless man of 30, he had the aura of a death god and the personality if a sweet heart. With shocking red hair and the body moments of a mighty lion. Though his eyes were small they carried pain from a distant memory.

"Good Morning Dad!" A very deep voice a guy made Mark look up from his papers.

"Morning. Have you packed your things?" Mark sounded nolanchent with his eyes reading the details of the new company.

"Yes! I hate Korea! Why cant you fucking get that?!" The voice screamed at the man but was bluntly ignored.

"The flight is at 5. When you are old enough you would understand." Mark finally looked up at his fifteen year old son.

"Whatever!" The boy hissed as he ran off the front doors grumbling.

Michael, Thats what he was named, after a famous pop singer Michael Jackson. He had loved the singer, Mark never really forgot the mother who gave birth to this master piece. For, Michael always looked at him with his mothers eyes. Big round and doe shaped, golden brown with that sun kissed shimmering skin.

They were leaving Canada after all these years, they needed a change Mark had said. Michael grumbled at his father, he hated moving away from his fab life at Canada. His cute crush who loved wearing small tiny shorts. His friends and the freedom.

"Dream High? Who names a school Dream?" Michael rolled his eyes, his face scattered with moles.

"Can you be nice for once?" Mark hissed at the boy and they were at it again bickering at each other.

That was the constant love they had, argue with each other like kids in kindergarten. Korea was beautiful, a different view, an asian feeling and a colder breeze. Michael followed his father with his lion cub ears droopy and fallen.

"Where are we going to stay at?" Michael sighed at his father.

"Home." The older nostalgically smiled.

"WITH GRANDMA??" With that the fifteen year old boys mood lightened up.

The ride home sure rewoke memories of a certain boy, his smile, his childish nature, his everything. Mark remembered his fullsun Haechan. His ball of burning sunshine. Their house big and fancy, with old Mrs Lee living alone. The house that once heard the chit chattering of the little Pudu seemed painfully silent.

"It took you fifteen years to come home?" Mrs Lee frowned at her son who just gave a nervous smile. "He looks just like him." She teared up as Mark hugged her tightly.

"He's Haechans little Michael after all. I miss him so much mom." The man teared up but controlled himself. He didnt want to break down infront of Michael.

Michael bit his lips, he knew someone was consantly missed in his household, his mother, he didnt know if she or he was dead or living. He never even knew how his mother looked.

"Michael dear dinner is ready!" He heard his grandmother call out his name.

Falling flat on the bed he sighed, he missed Canada, he missed having a family, he hated being the only child. He hated everything around him literally. Sometimes luxury couldnt provide you with love and affection can it? Mark was a wonderful father and friend but there was something lacking in everything that took place. A mother. He had always wanted to have one.

"Tomorrow is your orientation test. Do well. That school gives higher basketball training." Mark ordered the replica of his lover.

"So? I dont care!!" Michael spat at his father. Mrs Lee sighed softly.

"Speak with respect! He's your father!" The grandmother glared at her grandson.

"Whatever!" Michael hissed through gritted teeth.

Nevertheless, Michael sat at his new room desk filling out club forms and everything Mark had got from the school. He knew his father tried everything he could to give him a proper education and love of a mother and father equally. Though he failed every single time he still tried harder.

"How did she look?" Michael whispered when he sensed his father peeking through his room door.

"He looked precious." Mark came in with casual clothes his arms buried into his pockets.

"Mommy was a guy?" Michael looked up at Mark.

"Yes, A gorgeous young boy with a heart made of gold. So precious and rare." Marks eyes watered as he smiled through pain at Haechans son.

"H-How did he look Daddy?" Michael whispered, his father carrying the bratty fifteen year old like a Koala to bed.

"I see him everyday in you. You have his eyes, your mother looked like magic. Golden and full. Soft and cuddly, hot and adorable. He was the sun in my darkness." Whispered the man as he quickly wiped his tears.

As Michael fell asleep, Mark kissed the boys forehead, he covered him and left the room. His heart heavy, it had been looking for its partner for so long. Was he dead? It scard the red haired man.

"I miss you Baby Pudu." Mark whispered looking up into the starless sky. Hoping that if his lover was still there he would here him.

"I hope they are fine somewhere." Mrs Lee whispered patting her sons shoulder.

"Yeah. I hope so. Good Night Mom." Mumbled Mark as he slowly walked off with a heavy heart.

Michael opened his eyes, he got up with a sigh, why was his life so distant not perfect like others. He hated living like this, he wanted happiness. He groaned ruffling his long red hair. He missed Canada, he didnt even know Korean.

"I hate you. I hate everyone here already." Michael growled plopping back into bed and tried to sleep by shutting all the silly voices in his head. "I wish Mommy was here." He mumbled in his sleep as he drifted off into a dreamland. Mark didnt sleep though he stayed wide awake for hours before he slept.