HE was out of control. 

SHE was hurt. 

HE caused others pain. 

SHE gave a hand to those in need.

HE never knew love.

SHE was betrayed.

HE did not know what forgiveness was.

SHE forgave without a second thought.

HE was untouchable.

SHE always had her arms wide open. 

HE was a coward, afraid to got too close to anyone. 

SHE loved and smiled bravely no matter the pain. 

HE was lost. 

SHE was searching. 

HE wanted to be found. 

SHE.....she found him.

Kim Jaejoong grew up without parents. He would wake up every day in his young life only to see the barred windows of the orphanage which he was forced to call home. Years went by and with that Jaejoong grew. He grew not with the luxurious toys and laughter of family, but with hand me downs and children's cries. He grew without knowing that there existed such as thing as love for him. He made some attachments but was only hurt and betrayed. At the adult age of 18 the boy moved out of the orphanage and worked, and the little money he did make he put towards a small place to live and school fees. He tired he best to fit in with those his age. Along the way he met 4 others like himself. All lacking love and company and they, without needing to confirm it, became friends. They were now known as DBSK, a gang highly feared and always getting into fights all around the town. They were wild souls, untamed, the worst kind of enemies because they had nothing to loose and nothing to gain. 

Lee Sowon was born in a joint family and there was nothing but noise around her as she grew up. Often got annoyed with her family for being so loud and imaginnig how amazing it would be to not have so many people buzzing around like annoying house flies all the time. Growing up with nothing but love. Pampered. The favourite grandchild. She had all the attention on her. Sweet but also tough if need be. Kind and always willing to love everything without being given a reason. Sowon grew up on the bright side of life. New things. Echoes of laughter. Smiles all around her. Being aware of but never fully understanding what goes on in the shadows, what hurt and scars lie deep within some people. 

These two meet with a bang. And of course start off on the wrong foot. SO.....what happens form here on out?

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We meet people everyday and our stories cross over or connect with theirs, even for the briefest of moments. It forms a link. These people can be the ones we bump into on the street of just smile for the sake of it on a nice day. They can be your neighbors who have been living next you for years, or someone far off in another country who hand knitted that favorite sweater of yours you wear every other day. Everything is connected, whether clearly or so deep that you have to really dig into the the threads of the quilt to find the origins. Just like spider webs, our lives are woven and as delicate as is the air. And if these spiderwebs are our lives laid before us with all the connections to people, places, and things we make in our lives laid right there before us. What are we? Are we the spiders that build the web or the insets that get trapped within it?