spudacus_1 (spudacus_1) wrote,

~ How do we escape, yet live our lives? ~ Chapter 11 ~ Picking Up The Pieces ~

Title: How Do We Escape, Yet Live Our Lives? ~ Chapter 11 ~
Pairings: JaeHo/YooJae, YooSu, ChangTa/KeiMin, Min7en, Min/Siwon, Min/Heechul, Siwon/Heechul, others possibly.
Rating: 18 - (sexual content and language)
Genre: Everything, Love, Life, Romance, lust, sex, violence, drug addiction.
Summary: This is basically about the boys and their lives and all the ups and downs, highs and lows, their problems etc like a soap/drama hehe :D
Disclaimer: I don't own the boys, nor do they know i am writing this, even though i wish i did own them! lol! *dirty mind - drools*

How do we escape, yet live our lives?

~ Prologue ~

~ Chapter 1 ~ Reality Bites ~

~ Chapter 2 ~ Slippery Slopes ~

~ Chapter 3 ~ The Loss Of Me ~

~ Chapter 4 ~ Meetings ~

~ Chapter 5 ~ Tea Stains ~

~ Chapter 6 ~ Love In The Ice ~

~ Chapter 7 ~ Torn ~ 1, 2 ~
~ Chapter 8 ~ Rough Diamond ~

  ~ Chapter 9 ~ Wild Child ~

  ~ In Between Time ~ 1, 2, 3 ~

~ Chapter 10 ~ The Truth Will Out ~ 1, 2, 3 ~

~ Chapter 11 ~ Picking Up The Pieces ~

~ Chapter 12 ~ Fallen Angel ~

~ Chapter 13 ~ The Power Of Love ~

~ Chapter 14 ~ Together ~

~ Chapter 15 ~ 인사 (Insa) ~

~ Chapter 16 ~ 안녕 (Annyong)~

~ Chapter 17 ~ Lost ~

~ Chapter 18 ~ Found ~

~ Chapter 19 ~ Cherry Blossoms ~

~ Chapter 20 ~ Hope For The Future ~

~ Chapter 11 ~ Picking Up The Pieces ~


Two empty soju bottles rolled aimlessly on the little metal table top, until they met an obstacle in the half empty tray of rice and marinated meat pieces. The owner watched on thoughtfully at the young man who was clearly broken, he could see it in the handsome features in those deep brown eyes, un crying eyes, only in private.

The young man who was currently shot-ing his third bottle of soju was Yunho. He had ended up here at the outside restaurant, one of his favourites; after wondering aimlessly through parks, shopping districts and markets, just thinking and thinking even more.

He couldn’t get the feelings, those thoughts out of his head of Jaejoong… his Jaejoong being a rent boy. What should he do now? Who knew, maybe he should just pretend it never happened and his blood stained and bruised knuckles were some unspecified accident, probably with a wall or a flight of angry stairs maybe, he thought.

Maybe he could leave Jaejoong and leave him to his own devices, with whomever and to do whatever with them… no, that was one thing Yunho was sure of, he was very definite in his love for Jaejoong, he just didn’t know what to do with himself, or the situation at hand.

The whole college now knew he is gay, that all of them are gay and that Jaejoong and he were… are together and Jaejoong was a rent boy, this will look great in the paper tomorrow morning he thought to himself, great that Jun-Ki guy has messed up everything… maybe ignorance really is bliss, I mean what you don’t know won’t hurt you I suppose it is true then… or is it?, Yunho continued to ponder to himself, trapped in a never ending maze of thoughts, feelings, obligations, demands, wants and needs, he was riding an emotional tidal wave of soju… he wasn’t in a good place, neither would his stomach if he didn’t get some sleep, or be sick soon, either way something had to stop his mind wandering down the darker reaches of human thought.

He imagined all the different things Jaejoong had done with these random men, all the nasty old perverts he had to ‘service’ he wondered if Jaejoong had ‘serviced’ Jun-Ki…

Eventually he finished his 3rd bottle of soju, got up and swayed towards the portable counter where he paid the happy but clearly worried ajusshi, who took the correct amount and told Yunho to go straight home and he will be ringing him later to check if he did or not; Yunho was like a the son he wished was still around to help out, but he lived in London now with his wife and children, oh he visited occasionally but still.

Yunho thanked him and bid him goodnight and then stumbled out of sight heading towards the bus stop, he got home at 1 in the morning and he went straight to bed and managed to txt the street restaurant owner,

‘I’m home… thank you Mr Bae Yong Joon – Yunho x’,

he fell asleep instantly as his head hit the pillow; he went off into a happier place where he dreamt of Jaejoong, their love and the rest of the boys, his new and other ‘family’.


After all the commotion at college, the boys took Jaejoong to a bed and breakfast and told him to eat and get some rest, he looked like he had become suddenly ill over the space of a couple of hours, he looked tired, pale and just plain ill.

He thanked them all for their help, he was ushered into the kitchen by YooSu and he sat down at the table with some freshly cooked, steaming plain rice with grilled salmon, which Changmin had cooked for him when they arrived, luckily they had stopped at the shop down the road before they went there. They all sat down and ate what else Changmin had made them all, rice with chunks of grilled salmon with an egg mixed in the rice.

They tucked in, with wild abandon, they soon stopped however when they saw that jaejoogn had eaten a tiny portion of his food, he was sitting there, silent, head bowed a little staring into space, whilst holding the metal chopsticks to his lips. He was trying desperately to hold back the tears which were beginning to flow freely down his perfect cheeks, he never wanted any ofthis to happen, to anyone, especially to his Yunnie, now it has happened, it felt like his whole world had been taken from him, ripped away cruelly.

He mused to himself that someone somewhere was playing a very evil joke on him and never wanted to see him happy… ever.

The boy immediately jumped up and grouped-hugged the swamped boy, “hyung! We all love you and you are still you, in our eyes, we all have problems and things in our past that we will never be proud of, but, it’s how we deal with those demons, that’s what matters the most.” Junsu said whilst getting teary eyed himself.

“yeah hyung, we will always be here for you, no matter what and Yunho still loves you, that is one thing I know for sure, trust me I know, come on now please eat something will you, for us, you little dongsaengs hehe!” Yoochun smiled his wide happy grin to Jaejoong who had stopped crying now and was smiling too, it was a genuine smile, he loved those boys, they were his family and no one and nothing would ever replace them.

“Boys… I … I … thank you, I love you all, you lot are the best family ever and hey, we are so dysfunctional but it works for us right, we just need the daddy back, then we will be complete again.” Jaejoong said to the pretty group of young men.

“Eat hyung please! Before it gets cold!” Changmin instructed everyone to do so as well, he didn’t slave away in the kitchen cooking for them all, only to have it wasted, it was a very rare treat indeed, however Jaejoong would always be the best cook of them all.

They all finished what they had eaten and they made sure Jae had gone to bed and then they left him there alone in the cheap bed and breakfast place. He awoke in them idle of the night crying for Yunho, crying, bleary eyed and alone in the pitch black room, he reached for his phone after wiping away the tears and checked it for any messages or calls, none… he turned it off, if he was going to wallow then he wanted to wallow in peace.

He went back to a disturbed sleep, he was hounded by nightmares in his once beautiful dreams of his friends, his boyfriend and their love, now all was dark and someone had turned the lights off, he was alone in the darkness, lost, falling ever deeper and deeper into the mine field of traps which his mind always did to him anytime anything negative came up, he was slowly being lost to all.

When he awoke, the room was still filled with the overbearing presence of darkness, it clung to Jaejoong’s mind like wet clothes to a person caught in the rain. He was all sweaty and had been crying in his sleep, he just turned over and tried to get some more sleep, he was glad it was holiday time.

He couldn’t help but to think over how they were all gonna pick up the pieces. He would try to contact Yunho in a couple of days.


Yunho awoke to a thumping headache but luckily his stomach was okay today. He got himself dressed, showered, fed, watered and then made his way to Seoul plaza to meet the rest of the boys except Jaejoong; he needed to talk to them, his dear friends.

They met and he said nothing of any importance to the silently tea drinking friends of his, “so hyung… what you gonna do about Jaejoong hyung?” Changmin asked, directly to the point.

“Yeah, hyung, do you still love Jaejoong hyung? ... Right? You gotta see him, he looks awful!” Junsu chirped at the handsome young man.

Yunho looked over at Yoochun, looking for his input to come.

Yoochun looked at him squarely in the face and simply said, “he needs you Yunho, he loves you, you are his entire world, you need him, you love him, he is your world, you know what needs to be done… and we all love you both.”

He did know, he needed to see Jaejoong again, to gaze at his beauty, to talk with him and to finally, make love to him, to wash away any and all of their pain and suffering, Jaejoong had told him he would dirty him, but he wouldn’t give up on Jaejoong, so Yunho knew what Jaejoong was feeling before anything. He would go and see him soon, just give him a day or two to calm down.

He must pick up the pieces of their lives… all of theirs, somehow.


~ End Chapter 11 ~ Picking Up The Pieces ~

A/N: omg you guys i msoo sorry its taken me soooo longto write this chapter and i know its really short but it had ot be realyl hehe losl the next one shouldn't be too long away hehe okay thanks for stickign aroudn to read my fic and i have finally titled chapters 1 and 2! YAYS! :D hehe
so i hope you enjoyed it! - Scott ^^ xx <3
BTW - X-posted at hug, My LJ and Jaeho Detox :D

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