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7 | mark lee
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mark opened his eyes with great difficulty, then blinked his eyes adjusting the incoming light. That huge humming sound really disturbed his deep sleep.
Mark tried to move his legs and hands but nil. Only his moving fingers hurt as his hands and feet moved even to sit.
He saw a man in simple clothes tidying up some of the furniture in the room like moving a sofa and cleaning up dust.
Only themselves. Mark was amazed.
If you see the little man in tan skin it is very small.
Can't he ask someone for help? Until he fell due to smoothing the high room window above even the mark may not arrive.
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"Aww" his ringist held his aching back right against the floor. Mark wanted to stand up and help her but could not.
"He-hey what's wrong with you?" Mark's hoarse voice as a result of not being filled with water for several days made the man turn his head and stand up quickly.
"E-eh nee? MASTER WAS ALREADY AWARE" the man ignored Mark's question, he instead ran out in a hurry.
Mark wants to hide in his heart.
He was so thirsty to reach the glass on the nightstand it felt so helpless.
Mark was again surprised by the door, the appearance of the sweet man and two men in front of him and several women.
"Mark's? You gapapa?" Mark frowned, who is this man before him? Why know his name?.
"HEY ANSWERED" he snapped not only mark even the man beside him and all who were in the room were shocked.
"A-ah I'm okay, but it hurts a lot. My legs and hands can't be moved" said Mark, still shocked.
"Well" the man gently rubbed the mark's hair, smiling sweetly to the point of showing his dimple.
"At least you're unconscious" he continued.
"But
Who are you? Snapping snapped at random people" mark opened his voice, making the entire room look at him in shock even more surprised than before.
"He's not okay" said the man.
"Yes, I'm sure" said the man next to her.
"Call the healer now wonwoo yaa" he said in a heavy and sad voice of fused anger. The man beside him— wonwoo hurriedly came out and was followed by several servants who followed him to follow the healer.
The man went back around the entire mark room which became even better. There are no glass fragments, chairs and furniture that are not located in place and where the dust is.
"Thank you haechan-aa, this room is so much better" his smile, the man called haechan smiled so sweetly that even the mark who saw him was amazed for a moment.
"Very sweet" muttered Mark, making the man next to him turn his head.
"What's? What are you talking about?" He asked not to hear the small impact of Mark's murmur earlier. Mark shook.
With his hands as if to drive them to the door.
"Can you guys get out, my head hurts" Mark closed his eyes. The man beside her breathed a rough sigh.
"Alright" he stood up before that he rubbed back the mark's head.
"Oiya haechan-aa" he called out, haechan went straight to him while still bowing.
"Yes crown prince" hunchback haechan politely.
"Watch Prince Mark all day, you're the only one I'm counting on right now understand?" The man patted haechan's shoulder slowly. Haechan nodded.
"Good crown prince jung" the man smiled just as he wanted out wonwoo came with a healer.
"Oh wonwoo-ya exactly right, I'll be gone for a while you can help haechan look after mark and notify me after the healer checks it" he pats wonwoo's arm, wonwoo mendelik.
"Okay sir, but if you may know where you want to go?" Wonwoo is his personal assistant as well as the butler. Obviously he should know if the man has any needs today.
The man smiled and brought himself closer to Wonwoo's ear. "Lee's palace, met crown prince lee taeyong" and he just left.
Wonwoo wanted to destroy this palace it felt like. It could be that his biological sister is dying he prefers the Lee palace which is located quite far from the jung palace. Just to see that beautiful man.
"Fucking jung jaehyun" he muttered softly he did not want anyone to hear his swearing he gave to his crown son.
...♤♡♡♤...
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...Jeonhwareul geol suman itdamyeon gippeultende...
...beolsseo illyeoni jinatneunde nan ajik miryeon...
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...nuni naerimyeon ...
...meongdeun...
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...mianhae jalhaeji...
...Huhoeman guadeuk haetdeon,...
...geu keuriseumaseu "...
Mark was closed, hearing the beautiful sound of someone making him reluctant to wake up even just to open his eyes.
The voice was really soft. A swipe on his left hand, and a groan of the blanket that warmed him rose to the neck. Mark is already entering winter.
Until the sound stopped and the sound of the door closing made Mark wake up and seemed to find where the beautiful melodious sound was running. He really wants to listen to her again.
Mark tried to hold himself. Although very sick he had to force himself to just sit.
Look around. The room and weather are exactly the same. Same as dark. Even just the fireplace that made Mark still feel warm and illuminated the darkness that night.
Mark stood still resting with goods nearby so as not to fall.
Go to the window now. Seeing the fall of the snowball that was still a little bit it came down.
"First snow" he murmured.
Mark smiled unconsciously. He glanced down to see the snow falling on the ground and stepped on by a man in very thick clothes.
Mark chuckles.
The man was already like a bag of horn thick jacket from the fleece he was wearing.
There are two men there they are just as adorable that one bundle that one body is smaller but due to his clothes are very thick and more luxurious err (?) Because the package is not just a fine feather there is even some gold attached.
Even though Mark was holding his chest still wrapped around the bandage and enduring the pain he still wanted to see the two men playing. They seem free.
"Haechaniee accept this haha" cried the petite man smabil throwing his kar snowball.
"Well, if you throw it, say" the man threw two snowballs at once.
"Well two" he said, not accepting.
"Bodo ble" replied haechan as he stuck out his tongue. "Because the naughty one once received this again" haechan again threw the snowball at once three to a friend in front of him— xiu yangyang.
Mark laughs anxiously at him really even though his body hurts all over the body due to standing too long but the behavior of the two creatures down there diverts everything.
Until without realizing it, one of them both re-entered the palace in contrast to his friend who had been picked up by a bad train.
"Prince?" Mark turned his head and fell due to the grip on the wall regardless with the rush of the man who called him approached and cupped the body of the mark that could not be said to be small.
Mark reflexively hugged Haechan's shoulder, leg and abdomen again felt extreme pain. He hid his head around Haechan's neck.
Haechan was silent for a moment. He was surprised by this position. With all his strength carrying the mark towards the mattress.
When Mark had managed to stand and cover the body of the mark with a blanket thicker than before. Just now haechan wanted to go call the waiter and the healer his arm was being held back by mark.
With one move mark pulled the arm of haechan then hugged the tiny waist that fits perfectly in his arm and then leaned his head right on the belly of haechan.
Either because of the haechan who gave her warmth or because of the thick jacket hairy yanv haechan wore?
Mark felt very warm in this position.
"P-prince" nervous haechan. This is the first time since haechan worked in the jung kingdom he got treated like that by mark and since when did mark have this kind of gentle nature.
"Cold" said Mark briefly.
"Ah I'm going to add some wood to keep this room warm" just now haechan wants to break away from the mark. The hiccup is back.
Even being annoyed by haechan's movements. Mark pulled his waist down to sit on his lap. Then lean on haechan's shoulder.
Haechan is silent if he says he is not warmed by this position. Haechan felt very warm but did not know what to act like.
His hand pulled a thick blanket over Mark's shoulder to make it hard on him and mark. He did not want the prince in front of him to be cold.
"Warm" muttered mark. He even tightened his embrace on haechan's waist making his body and haechan get closer.
Haechan reflexively hugged Mark's neck.
The first snow has made haechan very happy plus the arrival of his friend from the next country.
And the greeting of a prince who had treated him badly long ago but suddenly embraced him to share the warmth.