"I'm not the same person I was an hour ago, I don't have long, but you deserve an explanation. I knew we had been drifting apart for weeks. But I didn't say anything. I just wanted things to go back to the way they used to be, when it was just you and me." Jaejoong writes a letter for Yunho, explaining everything.    Pairing: YunJae Genre: Angst, Psychological, Romance  Rating: PG 13 A/N:   Disclaimer: I own only the plot

Kim Junsu was none too thrilled to be leaving behind his busy city life in favour of an old historic country home in the middle of nowhere. Having been the only son of two real estate agents, his parents were having none of it. They purchased the house from a young couple who seemed oddly desperate to sell it. Later they learned the couple had been the death of their son who

  Lee Taemin spent the first seven years of his life growing up in a bubble. He ate, slept and breathed within the monitored care of an adult. His mother would tuck him into bed at night and retreat to her rocking chair and from her post, watch over him like a vulture. They treated him as if he was so fragile he could shatter into thousands of pieces and spoke to him so tenderly, as if every moment could be his last.  

Changmin, one full hand and a half old, would make a ritual of playing with his marionettes every night before going to bed.   He would weave amazing stories with his dolls, tears, laughter, imagination, life.   Through each story, each game, each name he them brought them to life. Every night they would play as i