Romeo and Juliet [Minsung]

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"Minho calm down what happened?!" Changbin stopped the boy from smashing the dummy down. He's been boxing non stop for hours it made the boy worried.

"What the fuck is wrong with Chan?! I bumped into Jisung today and he literally tried to punch me and..........my silly Quokka came in-between. Binnie I wanted to kill Chan for that but Jisung pushed me away and just got into his car." Minho collapsed covering his face, he always told Changbin everything. He was like his personal diary.

"Hyung........What even happened?" Changbin sighed sitting beside Minho.

"He holds me accountable for Jeong-in's death. I think? I don't know. I was in the hospital......I don't know what happened. No one's willing to tell me, Seungmin too. He hates me." Minho sighed, he didn't remember much from 10 years ago. He was 15 and he remembered passing out amidst a phone call with Lix. And when he came home Chan punched him in the face. That's it.

"That's a weird reason. We all know how he died, or Chan probably knew something else? Hyung I think you shouldn't hold yourself back just because Chan is being a bitch. Jisung would literally loose his mind if he can't have you. I saw him throwing up his food at lunch today, he's mal-nutritioned and unhealthy. Why won't you just got to him?" The younger buff male added.

"Chan......he'd fuck him up if he knows. I don't love Jisung so it's fine. He'd move on." He lied, he's been lying to Changbin for years hoping that would convince him he's learning to hate the beautiful boy.

It was around noon when Jisung was all decked up for the day, it was the classic dance. He was back in his corset, his fluffy chest perking up like pretty breasts, his tiny waist prominent. After the dance Juliette is supposed to drag Romeo to her room and they fall in bed.

"We still need to do the balcony scene and the kiss." Momo was mumbling as Jisung's eyes searched for Minho, there he was staring at him from a distance. Or more like an arms length, the younger boy bit his lips as he listened to another girl explain how his should act.

They find themselves in eachothers arms, wrapped in tight embrace, Jisung on his tip toes, Minho's hands on the curve of his waist. Jisung didn't want to kiss yet he want the olders lips on him. He was shamelessly a desperate boy in love with this handsome senior.

"Kiss please!!" Minho heard Momo whine, he knew jolly well that if he kisses Jisung he'd fall addicted to it.

Minho fell for Jisung the day Chan first took him to his house, Jisung had been around 10 at that time, he was just 13 but perhaps it was love at first sight. He'd first seen him giggle heartily with a heart shaped gummy smile, small chubby and round. He remembers him blush shyly, hiding behind Mrs Han's skirt. His crush grew in years as it slowly rooted itself as love, after Chan began hating him he was forbidden to see Jisung or even interact with him. The more he yearned for the brunette the more love grew. Absence makes the heart grow fonder doesn't it?

"H-Hyung." Jisung blinked slowly, so soft like a plushie, so full and puffy.

Minho forgot everything for a moment as he closed his eyes, nudging Jisung's left cheek as he lifted his face up slightly, as he tilted his head and took those soft lips his own. Jisung gasped, inexperienced and too shocked to respond or it was just that he didn't know how. Felix grinned with a light bounce, finally the two were kissing even if was purely for a drama.

"Cut!" Momo excitedly announced clapping like a seal when Minho pulled away with a string of saliva still connecting them both. Their chests were heaving as both of them wanted more. More of that kiss.

Jisung slammed the door as he tried to catch his breath, he slid down the door crying. He wanted it go on forever but when reality hit them both of them pushed away from eachother. Though everyone in the cast knew they longed for eachother like the sun longed for the moon.

"Jisung?" Minho called from the other side making Jisung wipe his tears, scrambling up to open the door. He stood there handsome ever an equal mess like the younger boy in woman's clothes. "Why did you let Chan punch you?" He sounded angry.

"I didn't want him to hurt you. It's not a big deal. I'm a man too." Jisung sniffled scoffing a little as he tried to go further inside. Minho held Jisung's small arm, as the younger boy stared at their linked arms.

"Stop it Jisung. Stop making it difficult for me!" He begs making those beautiful Quokka eyes confused, the younger bite his lips again, reminding Minho of their kiss.

"Minho? What is it?" Jisung's voice quivered, his voice was known to be like that of a nightingale even though he was initially a rapper.

"Don't try to ever get in-between Chan and me. Ever! Look your lips are bruised." Minho was unconsciously caring and now Jisung couldn't hold back anymore.

He bounced on his tippy toes as their lips touched once again. He didn't give a fuck about Chan right now, he wanted Minho to kiss him. To feel their skins become one, he want to have a normal relationship with him. To wake up to him each day, to back hug him as he cooks breakfast. Minho's arms caress his waist as their kiss dangerous gets deeper.

"Stop........ Don't." Minho pulls away as he stomps out, he runs looking for Changbin as he breaks down crying in his arm when he finally sees his best friend in the gym. Changbin rushes to the order who has never cried in front of him unless he was in pain.