Romeo and Juliet [Minsung]

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Minho gulped, Jisung stood before him with a tight corset enhancing his usually fluffy chest like he's got breasts, his waist holding a long flowing skirt, his bare doll like legs hidden beneath. His lips chapped a soft shade of red, dusty sparkles on his beautiful eyes as his doe orbs stared up at him with emotional so intense he desperately wanted to slam him on a wall and kiss those lips until he'd stop breathing. But he couldn't, he shouldn't let his feelings surface. It will only hurt this pure innocent soul.

"I won't be Romeo if this boy is going to be the girl. Like what the fuck is wrong with you?! Where are the fucking girls?!" Minho snapped at Momo making her flinch, his peripheral view seeing Jisung flinch aswell.

"Minho we don't have a choice. There's alot of singing and Jisung doesn't need help with it. Can't you just put your hatred apart and act. Pretend atleast?!" She groaned at Minho, she's been utterly stressed out and MinJu had to abruptly leave. Now this.

"Hyung just do it yeah? It's not like Chan will come to the show." Felix, Minho's baby brother added.

Jisung bit his lips, he was starting to feel very under the weather. Trying his hardest not to cry over this smallest issue. His brother hated Minho and Jisung was painfully in love with him. Along the zoning off in-between arguments backfiring from Momo and Minho he found himself on the balcony and Minho down below.

"Are you sure they'll be able to act?" Mono nervously asked Felix. It was obvious that the two had a strong bond like thingy.

"It's not entirely going to be an act I guess. I don't know but let's hope for the best." Felix added having his tiny fingers crossed behind his back.

The scene went by with Jisung stuttering like the embarrassed Quokka he was, but it came through at the end. They were practicing the dance which became alot harder for the two boys emotionally inclined towards eachother. Like a moth drawn to fire.

"So Wooyoung said that the plot is revised, we are university students. Final year so the plot is a bit rated, more deeply rooted and stuff. So don't feel shy." Momo announced as she handed out the script books to the actors. "Sungie stay in the theatre and practice with Minho okay. We are running out of time." She smiled.

In all honesty when Minho held Jisung's waist for the first time in a his life it made his head all woozy. He clung on the olders chest, sniffing in the calming smell of mint and lavender's coming from the older male. They've never had any interactions even though they were neighbours. Then how? How did he fall in love with a boy?

"M-Minho?" Jisung whispered softly like a harmonious wisp muttering. Minho looked down at those eyes, our boy here was short, his forehead touched the olders lips that shirt. Biting his lower lip Jisung looked up. "You're holding me S-So tightly. Ahhh." The moan wasn't intented no. Yet it blew out so effortlessly that Minho pulled his tiny waist close to his own unconsciously.

"That was amazing guys!! Now we really need to work on the kisses. Once I'm done with those we can focus on the movie more. No intimacy on stage though. Atleast not much of it. Help me get an A y'all." Momo spoke in the microphone.

Unfortunately Minho pushed Jisung away from his body as he stomped his way backstage, he slammed the door once he got into the makeup room. His breath unsteady, his heard hurt for Jisung's eyes were so close to him. Jisung as a person had been in his arms for hours and his mind was over the moon yet afraid.

"Fuck!" He punched the concrete wall, it didn't hurt so much. He was a boxer after all so he was used to pain. "Why did you have to be Juliet?!" He slid down the door as tears threatened to spill down his sockets.

Jisung though changed into his normal clothes as he stood outside university grounds to be picked up or on pretence that someone who take him home. When he knew Chan was busy in his studio,his parents were never home and he walked home every day.

"Want a ride?" Felix chirped from his car, he has always asked without fail yet fear held Jisung back. He shook his head biting his lower lip, he was tired but still offered to walk. Better to walk than get poor Felix in trouble.

Their houses were right next to eachothers making Jisung's room window to open directly facing Minho's. It's always has been locked shut, with dull coloured curtains hanging to block any sight of Jisung. It hurt to see Minho and know he'll never love Jisung the way he love him.

"Soonie? You shouldn't be here baby." Jisung notices Minho's ginger tabby sit on his open window sil. He smiles caressing the fur baby's soft head only to here it purr.

"I love him Soonie. I love him so very much. But why doesn't he love me?" The car purs louder, she then hears Minho's voice in the distant direction of the Lee's kitchen as she jumps off stealthily onto the parapet wall, walking away in her pretty chonky cat walk.

As Jisung comes back from a shower in boxers and a loose old t-shirt, he goes downstairs so he can get instant ramen and a few groceries from the store. He never expected to see Minho outside his house gates, leaning on the ivy walls with a cigarette between his soft lips. Their eyes meet and Jisung bites his lower lips through habit.

"Hyung? You're cold. " Jisung whispers reaching out to hold Minho's small yet big arms in his. The older blinks several times before withdrawing his arms back.

"Just because we are unfortunately in a play together don't fucking act like you care! Don't start dreaming that I like you or something. I hate you." Minho seethes through clenched jaws,  it hurt to speak to Jisung so harshly when he looked so kissable and innocent right now with plush thighs, his chubby cheeks pink with cold, his squirrel teeth showing through parted pink lips. He stood like a lost anime girl.

"H-Hyung." There he goes with his soft voice. Minho left not wanting to listen to his demons and kiss Jisung right then and there right now.