Romeo and Juliet [Minsung]

8

"Hyunjin, you've got a scholarship for the university of France, for winning the worldwide portrait painting. I never knew Felix would look that gorgeous on oil painting." Hyunjin's art professor proudly smiled at her best student. The older bowed at her embarrassed and shy. "Let me know within this month." She added.

Everyone knew that Hyunjin had won the competition, posters of Felix's painting had been hung around the Arts faculty. Now many would figure out that he was hopelessly in love with Felix but unfortunately Felix was too dumb or chose to avoid the fact that he was in love with him. Though Hyunjin was happy his dream seemed to finally come true he didn't have the heart to leave poor little Jisung alone.

"Jinnie it's okay. I promise. I'll survive." Jisung pouted hugging Hyunjin's torso.

"Promise me you'll not kill yourself. If Minho doesn't love you back take the next plane to me. Okay?" The older squished Jisung's chubby round cheeks.

"Well........I can't promise you but I'll try? I'll my best to win my battles but if I fail don't hate me okay?" Jisung smiled sweetly as his orbs filled with tears. Before Hyunjin could kiss his forehead the brunette was yanked away from his embrace.

"M-Minho?" Jisung stammered blushing at the way the older boy glared into Hyunjin's soul.

"What?! He's my best friend okay. No homo. I promise!" Hyunjin started shaking by just the way Minho looked at him.

"You asked him to be friends with benefits so how am I supposed to ever trust you?" Minho clenched his jaws, Hyunjin gulped taking a step back.

"First I don't know how you found out but I guess walls have ears. That was at a time where I was a single teenager who assumed fucking your best friend was a great idea. I regret it to this day and Jisung turned me down saying he's saving his virginity for an asshole called Lee Minho!" Hyunjin gasped slapping his mouth when he realised he's said too much. Jisung slammed himself into Minho's chest, hiding his face inside the hard well built chest. The olders ears flushing a dark red at the words. "Well I think I need to pee. Haha bye!!" The tall idiot ran away somewhere leaving Minho and Jisung cozied up together.

"I'm s-sorry.....J-Jinnie is my best friend. Only friend after Lix was not allowed to come. H-Hyung?" Jisung pulled away shyly, fiddling with his t-shirt. He had on a white sleeveless vest like tee and loose black slacks, he looked beautiful. "Don't act like you're jealous hyung." He pouted.

"Why?" Minho started taking steps towards Jisung, his arm still holding onto the tiny wrists, the younger stumbled backwards, his thighs hitting the table as he plopped on it loosing his balance. His chubby cheeks turning redder by the second.

"Because....... Because you hate me. Even though I......." The younger pouted, he bit his lips as Minho pressed the back of his palm on the table, his slightly bigger hand over it as he dipped closer to Jisung.

"I hate it when he gets close to you but  I'm not Chan so I won't forbid him from talking to you. But he better keep those stick like twigs of a hands to himself and not touch what's mine. If I saw you clinging to him then you might as well forget I exist." Now Minho was being an obvious idiot letting his jealousy surface. Jisung giggled, Minho's heart did a thing at the soft giggle that came out from the boys lips because of him. He wondered how happy Jisung wouldn't become if only Minho showed his love and they became a thing. The younger lent up a little, pressing his soft lips on the edge of the olders lips.

"Minho.........." Jisung cupped Minho's cheeks, leaning higher to connect their lips as the purple head tilted his head to kiss him back, deeper this time yet no tongue involved.

This time for once Minho wanted to take his mother's advice and let his guard down, they were in an empty classroom, in the arts department where Chan wouldn't dare set foot in. He gingerly pulled Jisung's tee out from being tucked inside his pants as he slipped his cold arm underneath touching the warm burning skin. Jisung gasped softly, his small mouth opening just enough for Minho to slip his tongue inside. He was afraid that the younger might push him away but no, he moans out the sweetest sound his free arm running through the Luscious locks of his hair.

Feeling Minho's hand touch him in places where Jisung had only let the ghosts of his imagination touch burnt his skin, tears rolled down his eyes at the sensation. When they pulled away Minho was still caressing his bear middrift, their fingers unconsciously laced, a thin string of saliva hanging weakly between their swollen lips.

"H-Hannie......." Minho suddenly collapsed a little, his head started throbbing as he blinked several times to see Jisung clearly. He usually blinks alot when nervous but Jisung didn't know he was sick. Jisung though blushed shyly for Minho hadn't called him that for the last 10 years.

"Minho what's wrong?" Jisung started panicking when Minho wasn't breathing, he started turning blue as his grip on him tightened. His forehead fell on the boys shoulder, unconscious. "M-Minho!!! What's wrong?! Please.......Please why are you so blue?!" With shaking hands he pulled his phone and called Felix. The boy came dashing inside in less than 20seconds, Changbin did too as he lifted Minho and rushed out of the doors without another word. Even Felix didn't bother to explain, they left a petrified Jisung with tear stains glistening down the fading sunlight.

"You should have told him something?!" Changbin told Felix. "He'll overthink until he nose bleeds now. I swear to God Lix." Changbin slammed the steering wheel as they drove to hospital with Minho.