“A long, long time ago, there was a kind and beautiful girl named Cinderella.

Cinderella was always abused by her stepmother and stepsisters.

But on one fateful day, she met a wonderful princ e, and this, lived happily ever after...

Yeah, as if!

Cinderella's nowadays don't have time for any prince charming's

because of their damn part-time jobs! And on top of that,

'prince's' nowadays are just huge s.

They all have Casanova complexes, and are all so damn haughty!

I wish someone would tell them to stop acting so high-and-mighty!

The End!" Sicheng exclaimed loudly, tossing the fairytale onto the floor, and continued his first damned part-time job of the day.

Chapter 1- "A"

Riding around the city in his delivery motorcycle, Sicheng was clad in black with a red helmet, making him look just as badass as he actually is. He enjoyed delivering food to customers all around Seoul because of the scenery he got to encounter everyday. Having been in South Korea his entire life despite his Chinese heritage, he loves making his way around the bustling city on his own. Every day, Sicheng go to experience the birds singing, the wind howling, and the rivers shining. It was truly the highlight of his undeniably ty days.  Breathing in the fresh air, riding over a stone bride lying just over a beautiful river, Sicheng was on his way to a local basketball court to deliver pizza to a group of young men.

Coming to a stop by a bench, Sicheng took of his helmet, and gazed around the park. "Wow, what a great view!" He exclaimed, the park just as breathtaking as the scenery around it. Staring in envy at the boys who he figured were college students he couldn't help but anticipate his life as one as well. "Just you wait, all right? I'll be a college student too starting next month!" He got off of his motorcycle, grabbing the boxes of pizza they ordered, and yelled "Hey! Your pizza delivery is here!" He walked over to them, one of the students with large muscles he couldn't help but stare at, handed him the money, taking the boxes in one hand. "Thanks," the guy the said, and Sicheng couldn't help but stare because damn his smile was beautiful. But, he can't label the guy as anything but a pretty boy, and  instead of asking for his number like his mind was telling him too, Sicheng just walked back to his motorcycle.

He hopped on, but came to a stop soon after he saw something suspicious. This guy in all black, literally, jumped off his motorcycle in the middle of the street, and began walking all confident-like to a group of thugs. 'what the actual is this guy doing? he's gonna get himself killed....where's popcorn when you need it, this is gonna be good.' Sicheng, quickly hid behind a bush, grabbing a chocolate bar out of his bag because you need something to eat when goes down. However, things went from zero to one hundred quicker than he was expecting. One of the thugs waved this purse around, before throwing it and attacking the motorcycle-guy. But things ended so quickly. One after another, they all fell to the motorcycle guy, and Sicheng started to think that he wasted his chocolate on something boring.

But when the guy with the motorcycle picks up the purse and runs with it back to his motorcycle, Sicheng finally realized what the hell just happened (or so he thought). "Huh? How dare you!" he says quietly, jumping onto his motorcycle, and begins following after the guy. He ends up on the freeway, a good 50 yards behind the robber because his motorcycle isn't even meant to go that fast. It's just for delivery. Nonetheless. Sicheng kept after the guy, meticulously following every twist and turn the robber did. He finally comes to a stop in a random walkway with benches and cherry blossoms, but lost the robber. "Dammit, where'd he go?" Sichend mumbled angrily, wandering a little further before he sees the robber again.

"Here." the motorcycle-guy said, handing the purse to a lady. '...wait....so he's not a robber?' Sicheng couldn't believe his eyes when he the grateful look on the lady's face.

"Thank you so much! I'd like to buy a cup of coffee for you, at the very least!" The lady said, bowing repeatedly to the no-longer-a-robber, and Sicheng watched they guy drive away with an incredulous look on his face. He rolled up to the lady, asking what the hell just happened.

"I totally feel like I met my prince in shining armor just now!" the girl said, patting the purse she held to her chest. "He even got my bag back for me!"  Sicheng glanced back and forth between the bag and her. "Oh, so this bag was yours?" He asked. "This bag is like my glass slipper." She sighed happily, but began walking away in a daze. "Ew, glass slipper? As if." He scoffed, but couldn't help but think about the kind action of the guy. "But it seems like there are still some okay guys out there." He said, smiling.

His phone began to ring, and he pulled it out, gasping at the name it displayed. 'I'm so ing dead.'

"Oh, yes, sir?"

"I just finished my delivery."

"I'm on my way back--"

"I'll be back really soon!"

"I'm coming!" Sicheng shoved his phone into his back pocket, hoping onto the motorcycle and actually speeding his out of there.

Ten gazed around the room, wearing one of his latest designs. He had on a blue denim jacket, rolled up at his elbows, a light grey shirt under it, with some ripped black jeans. He was waiting for someone, when he spotted someone he didn't want to see, especially with someone else; let alone a girl.

"What do you want?" He asked the girl he was with. She smiled at him, her arm still hooked around his, pretending to think about a gift she'd like.

"A handbag?"

"A handbag, huh?" he responded, turning to see an old friend of his.

"Taeyong?" Ten said, watching the girl who was still clinging to him look away with shame. There was hurt all over his face when he realized the person he was with. Taeyong only stood there, seemingly aloof and not willing to acknowledge Ten. Ten only moved forwards when he saw the girl hide behind Taeyong.

"Do you know this person?" Taeyong asks the girl, who looks at him with a fake sense of ignorance, before replying with "Um, no. I...just..." trailing off when she lost the words she wanted to say. "You had to go and date my friend, of all people?" Ten said, looking at Taeyong, who scoffed and turned to face the younger.

"To me, there are only two types of people in this world. One: those who I've already dated, and two: those I'll date later. Do I need to create a separate category for her just because she's your friend? Why?" he said, and Ten could only shake his head in disbelief. "You're really going to go this far?" He said, unbeknownst to the male who had creeped up behind him.

"You really have crappy taste in men." The male said, looking straight at Taeyong. Taeyong looked at the newcomer, "And who the hell are you?" he said, to which the taller male just ignored him. "I kept you waiting, right? Let's go." Ten's arm was grabbed by the male, when Taeyong's voice stopped the older boy from dragging him further.

"Johnny, I thought you said that you weren't interested in NCT Corporations. So why do you keep hanging around here? What, do you find yourself wanting this company more and more? You're not having delusions you'll become the heir or something, are you?”

"It's not like I couldn't." Johnny responded. Taeyong just laughed, wondering where the other's newfound confidence came from.

"You've taken the joke a bit too far, man. Are you acting up like this because you don't know your place? Hey. Don't get the wrong idea. You're just trash, got that?" Taeyong ended, glaring at Johnny. Johnny walked up to him, grabbing the younger by his collar. You think I'm messing around? How about I mess around with your face?" He said, pushing Taeyong back after releasing his grip from the other's jacket. "Piss off," he said, to which Taeyong only took a step closer, and another, and another; up until he was right back where he started.

"You've still got a long, long way to go." Taeyong said, walking away from Johnny and Ten, his 'girlfriend' running after him. Ten walked up to Johnny, until he could see the older's eyes; which were filled with rage and a little something he couldn't pinpoint.

"Why do you always get into fights with him?" Ten said, and Johnny deeply sighed before saying,

"I don't enjoy seeing him either, you know."

"Then don't"

"Why don't you follow that bit of advice yourself, first? But you know, you really have terrible taste in men. Make sure you come to get my approval for the next man you date, okay?" Ten only laughed, glad the mood was a little lighter than it was before. "Again with your nagging! And yet you were the one who was late to buy me lunch.” Johnny only smiled brightly, grabbing Ten's hand and leading him out of the lobby.

Sicheng was ready to sign out at the convenience store, his second part-time job of the day. He had changed back into his regular clothes, and wasn't wearing his uniform because seniors don't have to wear one during their graduation month. Smiling, he walked up to the manager who was reading the daily paper, grabbing the shopping basket filled with snack with a sell-by date that marked today.

The manager looked up at him in disgust, "Sheesh, you're so gross!" Sicheng only whined, "They don't expire until the end of today! And you'll just end up throwing all of this out, anyways." He stated grabbing a plastic bag, and beginning to empty the snacks into it. "I'll eat all of this, so don't you worry!" The manager only sighed. "Ugh, whatever! Take it! Take it all!"

"You really are the best, boss! You're so kind!" He said, grabbing the bag and bowing to the manager. "Goodbye!" He said happily, only being met with a "Whatever! Leave already!" Sicheng made his way home to, see his stepmother