Romeo and Juliet [Minsung]

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It wasn't pain, no, it was agony, extreme physical or mental suffering. Thats what Minho felt seeing Jisung waddle out of his house in baby blue jeans, yellow hoodie and a baby blue denim jacket with his dark hair parted in the front. He looked like a baby girl, he longed for him. If only Chan wasn't in the way he'd literally waste no time to court Jisung. But he needed to keep this precious boy safe.

Their eyes meet as Jisung's doe orbs glisten, the yearning so obvious that if Chan wasn't a reason the boy would be in Minho's arms. Happy, it had been years since he saw Jisung laugh his gummy smile. So long since he's seen those eyes light up. If only his brother wouldn't be a bitch they didn't have to be in so much of pain.

"Sungie? Please do ride with us? You always walk to school." Felix pouted holding onto the boy making him flinch slightly.

"H-Hyung will kill me. I can't." Felix's desperate attempt to get Jisung and Minho together was failing, but he didn't want to give up because in his opinion Chan was be being utterly ridiculous.

"Lix get the fuck in, I'm late." Minho hissed, he's never rude to his baby brother.

"Sungie........Come." Felix made his puppiest eyes, Jisung always had a hard time rejecting people or saying no to them. He but his lips, knowing Chan would come out of their house any minute.

Jisung sat at the back seat with his thighs squeezed, his squirrel teeth nibbling on his lower lip, his eyes staring at him from the rear mirror. Their hearts beating so fast so desperately it was pure misery. Thankfully no one saw Jisung get off Minho's car so he scurried off to his classes because if someone did saw Chan had his minions to report to him. It was after lunch when Jisung found shaking afraid of breaking down before Minho. They had to kiss and it was making him panick.

"Hyunjin?" He looked up at the door thinking it was his best friend, who'd play Paris. But it was Minho in his princely attire, so handsome and perfect. He ignored the beauty as he went to take his jacket on the couch.

Jisung was beautiful, they had to dress their costumes everyday because Momo would be filming aswell. His messy blonde wig tied messily in a bun and a satin flimsy nightdress on him. The make-up making him look nothing but gorgeous. Minho was about to leave when Jisung held his arm.

"You're hurt." He whispered, the bruises on the olders knuckles were ripe red.

"Fuck off. It's non of your business." Minho yanked his arm from Jisung's. Though secretly he was despairingly in need for the younger boys warmth. Jisung was forbidden for him, alas the boy was exactly what he needed.

"H-Hyung." Jisung's lower lip trembled, looking up with tear filled eyes, it made Minho hiss in pain. His head hurt as he blinked several times, he hated seeing the one he loved so much in pain.

"Stop looking at me like you're fucking going to die Jisung!" He shouted, Jisung blushed involuntarily, the way his name rolled out of Minho's mouth made him shy. The first time he'd ever spoken his name or so he's thought. He backed out fiddling with his fingers, tears fell like rain down those soft chonky full pink cheeks.

"I-I'm s-sorry." Jisung whispered shaking a little as Minho took a step Infront of the beautiful boy. Before he could say anything there was a loud knock on the door.

"Jisung?! Are you in there?" Jisung's eyes grew wide, he stumbled back at the tone of the voice that Minho had to hold him by the waist afraid he'd hurt himself.

"C-Chan." He gasped breathing heavily. Out of reflex Minho pulled Jisung into the dressing cubical, closing the door shut. Jisung held close to his chest.

"I'm coming inside?" The main door open as footsteps were heard. "Are you dressing?" Chan asked frowning suspiciously since his brother hasn't answered him yet.

"Y-Yes hyung." Jisung croaked out nervously, Minho being so close to him was driving him crazy.

"I heard Minho is in the play. Get out of the play, I won't tell you twice. If I see you with Minho I swear to God Jisung I won't be nice." Chan's voice was cold, laced with selfish loathing. The beauty bit his lips, Minho was right here with his arms on his waist, behind closed doors.

"H-Hyung it's just a play." Jisung pouted but loud enough for his brother to hear.

"I don't fucking care. Don't you dare be in the same place as that awful man. You hear me?! I won't hesitate Sungie. Don't make me regret doing something that would hurt you." With that Chan's footsteps were heard and the door open and closed.

Minho didn't hold himself back from staring at the boy he's been in love with for years, he wanted to kiss Jisung. He'll have to kiss him on stage today, but that would be fake. Or so that's how he's supposed to think. Jisung lifted himself on his tip toes, his small arms pulling Minho down by  his clothes.

"Don't Jisung......." Minho hushed, feeling Jisung's skin touch his was enough to burn the memory into him. If he feels Jisung's lips on his he'd loose his mind. He wasn't strong, he was a fickle boy who was in love with his enemy's brother. He held the brunette's waist tightly making Jisung whimper.

"I'm sorry." Jisung slightly pushed Minho as he ran out crying. He want wanted to pull him back so their lips would crash. So they would kiss finally but no. He couldn't. He ran an arm through his purple hair as he left the room with eyes brimming with tears. Tilting his head back up so he won't look like an idiot crying he chuckled to himself bitterly. He's never cried before, he won't but...........

Han Jisung.