Life. It wasn't worth living anymore. You mess up a perfectly fine life, and there it is. Completely shattered into shards. Just like glass. Once it's broken, it can't be fixed again. Nothing can return the glass to normal. Anyone who attempts to mend the glass is cut and torn by the sharp edges of the shattered pieces. Life. It didn't seem to matter anymore.

Kim Jaejoong, an average high-school dropout, now supposed to be in university, was fed up. Absolutely fed up. Okay, he knew getting himself into this mess was a terrible, terrible mistake. He regretted it all. Every second of it. Peer pressure took over him at that point. He wanted to fit in. Be part of something. Not be an outcast. But now, he was more of an outcast than he had ever been. Even the community centre didn't want him anymore. He wasn't worth their time. Jaejoong sighed and tossed his cigarette onto the floor. He hated the smell of cigarettes, despite the fact he smoked once in a while. It was worse back then. Cigarettes, and alcohol were what got him into all of this. He couldn't help but still be addicted to cigarettes. He wasn't too high on money either. He knew that he desperately needed a job, but he was certain that no employer would want a scruff like him working for them. No. Nobody would be stupid enough to even speak to him. To them, Jaejoong didn't exist. He was literally invisible.

Jaejoong decided to make a trip to one of the local restaurants, as his stomach had the better of him. No, he hadn't eaten anything since breakfast, and now, it was six o' clock in the evening. He couldn't ignore the constant grumbling, and nodded to himself, making his way into the shop.

As soon as Jaejoong entered, the sweet aroma of traditional Korean meals wafted into his nose. He found himself grinning. This dinner was going to be worth his money. Jaejoong sat himself down at one of the tables closest to the windows, ignoring a few strange looks from some other customers inside. He knew he was pretty infamous in the area. He flicked through the menu, and ordered his food. During the time his meal was being prepared, Jaejoong glanced out of the window and out onto the street. The street was perfectly lit up with the streetlights and they added to the feel of the season, Spring, with the blossoms on the trees, chirping birds, and the flower-filled meadows. He returned his gaze to the inside of the restaurant, and fumbled with his messy, golden blond hair, tucking a few strands of it into his trademark turquoise beanie hat. Jaejoong looked up, and noticed that the waitress was here with his meal. He thanked her, and devoured the food and the drink.

Jaejoong leaned back on the chair, and smiled a smile of satisfaction. That was one of the most delicious meals he'd eaten. Well, since a while ago anyway. He handed over the bill, and left the restaurant.

He continued down the street, head down, earphones in his ears, iPod in the pocket of his trousers, looking at the ground below his feet. He hummed along to the tune of the song that was blaring out of the MP3 player.

'Ow!' Jaejoong exclaimed. He was too busy concentrating on the ground to notice that he had bumped into someone walking past.

The person who he bumped into was a pretty tall man, with soft, delicate features, and brownish-black hair, which rested on the nape of his neck. He seemed pretty important, as he was dressed in a smart black suit.

'Watch it.'

'Ah… Uhm, sorry.' Jaejoong pulls out his earphones.

'It's fine. Accidents happen.'

'Yeah.' Jaejoong nods, and then turns to carry on down the road, about to stuff the earphones back into his ears, when the man continued to speak to him.

'Hey, aren't you the kid who recently got kicked out of the community centre?', he gestures to the building further down the road.

Jaejoong finds himself, frozen by a stab of guilt, and he turns back to reply, '…Yeah…', he sighs, 'And… do I know you?'

'The ice-cream shop down the road. You used to work there, right?'

Jaejoong recognized the guy all of a sudden. He was right, Jaejoong did serve him a few times, when he used to have a job at the local ice-cream shop. 'Oh, right, I do recognize you. You were a frequent customer, yeah?', Jaejoong thinks hard, 'Uhm, Jung Yunho, is it?'

'Hah. Yeah. You have a pretty good memory. Why'd you stop working there?'

'I got into all sorts of shit. Fights, drugs, you name it. They found out, sacked me, and sent me off to the community centre. There's no chance of me being employed again.'

'Hm. Hey, listen, my friend owns a coffee shop, around five minutes away from here… He's pretty short on staff at the moment. I could try and get you a job there.'

'Coffee shop?'

'Yeah. Happy Dolphin Coffee Shop, just down that street there,' Yunho gestures to one of the smaller streets on their left, 'They pay pretty decent money. You should pop round there some time. How's tomorrow for you?'

'Tomorrow? Tomorrow's fine. What time?'

'Around… eleven?'

'Great.'

'I'll see you there then.' Yunho walks down the street, the opposite direction of Jaejoong, and gives a small wave.

'Hm,' Jaejoong thinks to himself, 'Seems a nice guy. I hope I can get some money from this…'

He continues down the road to the nearest bus stop. Yeah. Jaejoong didn't even own, or know how to drive a car. The instructors didn't trust him enough to let him have a car. He was too badly known for his reputation. Probably think he'd blow the thing up or something. 'Yeah, hate me all you want', Jaejoong accidentally said out loud, to the almost-empty street in front of him.

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Please note that this is technically my second fanfiction ever, and shall have hints of crappyness in it. I have previously typed up a YunJae fanfic, but haven't gained many readers. Not sure whether or not to continue with it or not. I apologize for the short chapter too. Also, please note that this is a YAOI FANFICTION. Containing boy on boy love. Not yet, obviously, but there is guaranteed yaoi later on. Not sure if it'll be extreme yet, but if there is extreme YunJae, I shall warn you. This fanfiction is based on Yunho and Jaejoong, two of the members of the popular Korean boyband, DBSK, or TVXQ. The fanfiction plot is copyright to me, Naru and any resemblance of any other fanfiction is purely coincidental. I do not own Yunho, or Jaejoong, or any of the DBSK members. They belong to each other themselves. Thank you for reading all of this. :D