A series of Jongin/Luhan one-shots within the same verse ; Broken up into different time periods and stages of their relationship/friendship/bandmateship. 

Changmin loses himself in thoughts of Yoochun quite often. 

Yoochun is an artist caged within himself.  Yunho is full of life and dance; he wants to bring laughter to Yoochun's world. 

Baekhyun has stars in his eyes.  And Chanyeol is a coward. 

Jaejoong spends some time on the balcony. 

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

They won’t disappear as long as you just remember. 

In which there is some skateboarding, some running away, a lot of fighting, life reflection, crying, screaming, and a bit of love; not necessarily in that order.  Also there is a necklace. 

You’re a lot like a broken child; large scared eyes and apologetic smiles, stumbling feet and a soft stuttering sometimes unsure voice... 

They’ve fooled themselves into believing this life is what they asked for. 

He looked at the paper between his fingers; Yoochun was barely legible in Changmin’s messy scrawl underneath the phone number. 

A series of firsts, from 4 to 22, in the life of Jongin and Sehun. 

Junsu always gets his way somehow, and Yoochun finds himself getting his way as well this time around. 

They each appreciate the beauty of one another.  They each believe the others are what makes them beautiful. 

Jaejoong wakes with a lingering dream; but the edges of the dream fade away each time. 

He feels the tears but it takes another moment for him to realize that he is actually crying, and then he is sobbing through the screams letting all the tension and anger and stress tumble out of his mouth as tears fall in hot streaks down his cheeks.  

There is something more to him, but they've always brought out the best in him. OT5;Jaejoong-centric

Yoochun writes and writes, forgetting everything but the flow of melodies and lyrics and distant sounds; the empty spaces around him unfilled and cold. 

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. 

Yoochun decides everyday life with s, really isn't all that bad. 

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.   

Yoochun sheds all types of tears, at all types of times.