Chapter 1- Snow

The snow fluttered gently down, its flakes getting caught in the winter wind that would be blowing every so often. He tilted his head back and allowed the flakes to fall gently down on his face, opening his mouth and shivering just so slightly when he felt the coldness of the snow making contact with his sensitive tongue.

It was ironic wasn’t it? How something could be so beautiful yet so sad? Just like his life, he thought with a bitter smile. He closed his eyes, allowing himself to bask in the soft feeling of the snow falling, wishing that he, like the snow, could just melt into nothingness or at the very least, merge into a crowd and be forgotten, never noticed.

“Jaejoong hyung! Come back in! You’re going to get a cold like that!”

The said man raised his head and opened his eyes at ’s yell. Oh that’s right, he’s standing in the snow with just a pair of jeans and a shirt, not even wearing shoes, barefooted. No wonder he felt so cold.

He shrugged to himself before making his way into the house, throwing a grateful smile to Yoochun who had called him. Junsu was standing there with a blanket and a mug of hot chocolate at hand. Jaejoong accepted it, glad that he had brothers there to look out for him, a pang of pain penetrated his heart when he remembered that there would usually be 2 more, usually yelling at him and asking him what the hell he was thinking of standing there in the snow dressed like that. The pain disappeared as quickly as it had appeared as he subconsciously buried it somewhere deep into his heart.

He trudged up the stairs slowly, mug in hand and the warm blanket draped around his shoulders. Pushing open his door, he walked to the window, but not before pausing and staring at a particular photo frame on his desk. It was a picture of them smiling together, playing on the beach somewhere in Saipan without a care for anything else in the world as life was perfect then since they had each other, and that was all they ever needed. A picture with all 5 of them. A bittersweet smile graced the male’s feminine features as he turned the picture over, the memory too painful for him to remember, but yet again to precious for him to forget. He wanted to hold on to the memories of the happy times of when