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Best friends struggle with the love they feel, and the fear it causes.
Kyuhyun’s mouth thins and then turns down in a frowning sort of pout as he looks up at the taller man, collar pulled up to cover half his face and sunglasses hiding the other half.
Changmin loses himself in thoughts of Yoochun quite often.
Yunho, he just thinks that Yoochun and Changmin are two of the most stupidly blind people he has ever met because it’s so obvious to everyone but them how entirely in love with one another they are.
Junsu always gets his way somehow, and Yoochun finds himself getting his way as well this time around.
Jaejoong tries to always hide away his pain and worry; but Changmin constantly finds him, and allows the older boy to lean on him, soothing away his fears.
Jaejoong fears the crowds at airports; and forgets that he can rely on s for a while. Jaejoong-Centric; OT5
Yoochun is an artist caged within himself. Yunho is full of life and dance; he wants to bring laughter to Yoochun's world.
Kyuhyun thinks about the people in his life; and wouldn't give them up for anything.
He wants to sit here, feeling sorry for himself for a little while, envying Junsu his smile and laughter and the brightness that just seems to follow the younger man around like a puppy.
They won’t disappear as long as you just remember.
Jaejoong spends some time on the balcony.
They each appreciate the beauty of one another. They each believe the others are what makes them beautiful.
Yoochun sheds all types of tears, at all types of times.
Yoochun decides everyday life with s, really isn't all that bad.
After the drunken confession that had slipped through loose lips, he practices avoidance like it’s his job, and he learns how to slip around unnoticed and silent. Jaejoong-centric, OT5
Jaejoong wakes with a lingering dream; but the edges of the dream fade away each time.
You’re a lot like a broken child; large scared eyes and apologetic smiles, stumbling feet and a soft stuttering sometimes unsure voice...
He looked at the paper between his fingers; Yoochun was barely legible in Changmin’s messy scrawl underneath the phone number.
Yoochun writes and writes, forgetting everything but the flow of melodies and lyrics and distant sounds; the empty spaces around him unfilled and cold.
There is something more to him, but they've always brought out the best in him. OT5;Jaejoong-centric
It’s already far too late by the time he realizes that he’s falling; he’s already half-way in love, light years beyond insane, and two seconds away from a meltdown.