Romeo and Juliet [Minsung]

6

It was a Monday when drama practises had begun again. Minho felt alot better than he was and his eyes scanned the group of students to check if his Jisung was there. Jisung did come by in slow steps, he looked awful, devastated even. But what hurt most was when he pretended Minho didn't exist. He was always the one who made sure they made eye contact but today it was obvious that he was hurt from what Minho had done.

"Jisung!! What took you so long?" Momo pouted at the sweetest loving Quokka who was supposed to be the happiest animal unfortunately he was considered the saddest right now.

"Sorry. I walked again." Jisung smiled tiredly. She sighed patting his cheeks as they got back to work.

When they got to acting it was hard for Jisung to ignore Minho because the older seemed to stare at him so intensely it was giving him a hard time. Their lips were desperate once the pair met again, a little deeper than the first yet drawing a line. For if Minho slipped his tongue inside the warm sweet cavern of the brunettes he'd end up fucking Jisung right then and there.

"Stop looking so devastated." Minho sighed when the pulled away, Jisung's bit his lips as he looked up at the older boy. He was short no doubt about that, he lowered himself onto his feet.

"W-Why do you k-keep hurting me?" Jisung's lower lip quivered.

"Because you're stubborn and annoying. Stay away from me. Hasn't Chan already told you that?" Minho hissed, slamming Jisung on the nearest wall. Thank full they had come back stage immediately after the stopped kissing.

"I don't want to! I don't fucking care about Chan! Minho please........" Jisung whimpered it hurt but it was Minho who was pinning him on the wall.

"Jisung I don't even like you. You.........give me a headache." Minho left shaking his head. What was he even doing? Lying for what reason? He's just hurting Jisung because he was afraid Chan would hurt him more if he ever knew they were together.

It was after their scenes together where Paris forces Juliet into a kiss, the plot was altered so here Hyunjin stood hovering Jisung, the younger begging him not to kiss him as the taller boy nodded yet came close as possible. That's when Minho kicked the nearest chair so hard it slammed on a prop tearing it ugly. It was obvious they liked eachother, everyone in the theatre knew it was their little secret.

"If you kiss him I'd literally crush your head with that." Minho seethed, Jisung blushed shyly, he looked so beautiful with his girlie outfit and blonde long hair. Hyunjin gulped bowing down a 90° as he backed away.

"Chill hyung. I'd not kiss my best friend. Damn possessive much." Hyunjin scoffed.

"Why do you care hyung?" Jisung pouted making Minho realize he just pitted himself but wasn't it obvious that he loved Jisung so much he'd kill for him?

"Fuck off idiot." He hissed speed walking out of the hall.

Jisung was walking home when he felt like he was being followed. It was Minho he followed the boy pretending he was just taking the same route back home. Though the brunette couldn't stop smiling, sadly the smile disappeared when he saw Chan at the gates talking on the phone. He stopped mid way, Minho bumped into his back.

"The fuck?" He hissed holding his jaw.

"Chan." Jisung started shaking so much Minho didn't have a choice but to hold his waist to balance him. He held the small soft pudgy arm and pulled him into a lane close by to their houses.

Minho was fire and Jisung was a moth who was drawn into to the sparkling embers of the spitting fire. Staring at eachother Minho trapped Jisung between his arms on a red bricked wall, staring into those intoxicating eyes. Jisung's so beautiful it made the olders head spin, so perfect and round. So full.

"Hyung........" Jisung whispered reaching up to touch Minho's face.

For once Minho wanted to ruin Jisung, he wanted to love him so hard and passionately that it took every molecule of energy to not take Jisung. After a few minutes Minho went in through his back door.

"Go home Jisung." He said closing the door on the boys face.

Mr Lee wasn't the most talkative but if he needed to set things right he'd become a dangerous man. That's how Minho found himself in his father's office for an inauguration. He sighed fiddling with his fingers afraid to look up into his father's eyes.

"You shouldn't be rude to that boy. He's innocent and just because he's gay doesn't mean you have to treat him like shit." Mr Lee sounded disappointed, or more like he was trying to make Minho spill his feelings out. Mrs Lee and Felix were in too, for support.

"I don't give a fuck about it okay! I'm angry and frustrated because........" Minho held his head, alarming them but he looked up with tear filled eyes. "For once in your lives leave me the fuck alone! I'm sorry for being so disrespectful but just leave me alone!" He stood up rushing outside.

"I really wonder what happened between Chan and him. They were best friends and now Chan treats him like shit." Mrs Lee sighed making Felix confused.

"They were best friends?" Felix gasped and his parents nodded.

"Chan, Binnie and Minho were the best of friends there was Seungmin too but I don't know much about him but yeah. But that night after their camp Minho fell terribly sick, he had to go under surgery immediately. So when we returned Chan had changed and we never knew why." She combed Felix's hair fondly as the boy let her words sink in.

Minho sat at his window leaning on it, staring as the raindrops fell without sound. He's always seen Jisung fall asleep, because the idiot kept this windows open all the time. He made sure Soonie was always with Jisung.