Romeo and Juliet [Minsung]

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For once in Minho's life when he woke up the next morning his heart stop beating as he drew in a sharp breath. Han Jisung the guy he was in love with since he was like 15, the boy he's been crazy since forever was asleep on his bicep, looking soft like a flushed marshmallow, with parted pink lips his small arms cuddled into Minho's bear chest. Was he dead? But if he was dead then did Jisung did too? He was flabbergasted he couldn't believe it right now.

"It's real. He's real." Mrs Lee came inside with a cup of warm coffee and Minho's morning pills.

When his mother left Jisung stirred awake, he sat up pouring, squeezing his eyes with his small palms. His soft brunette hair messy and his cheeks swollen as he yawned in the most cutest way possible. Jisung squeaked when he turned around to see Minho staring at him with his head propped on his elbow and was bear as ever. Jisung quickly lifted the bedsheets then blushed in embarrassment.

"I didn't take your virginity." Minho laughed as he remembered last night. Jisung whined covering his face, "You horny little chipmunk." The older poked his waist as he got up to go take a shower.

Jisung bit his lips, he was in deep shit if Chan found out that his bed was not slept on. He got off the bed slowly as he tried to run away when Minho held his wrist, pulling him back, their eyes drowning in the love they had for eachother.

"Where do you think you're going?" Minho tiredly whispered at the beauty.

"Uni." Jisung looked up like a squirrel, fluffy and so cute. "What.......What happened yesterday hyung?" He whispered. Minho dipped down to kiss the bruised cheek, making the younger flush red.

"My breath stopped......" Minho contemplated if he should tell Jisung. He ruffled his brown hair as he let him go. "Meet me outside." He smiled again.

It's been years since Jisung felt alive, he's always been half dead like Wednesday Addams because he was lovesick but when Minho decided to show affection he felt a burst of colours in his heart he couldn't explain it in words. He ran home, showered and pulled on skinny jeans and a red and black t-shirt as he grabbed his bag.

"Deets?" Mrs Han gave him a lunch box.

"We cuddled!" Jisung looked so childish, like he was back and all Minho did was swear he'd never leave Jisung ever.

Minho stood outside with a cigarette between his lips, Jisung suddenly felt like he was just dreaming and this wasn't true. That it was all a imagination like he's always had. The older outstretched his arm, as Jisung stood like a statue, afraid. He gingerly let his arm slip into Minho's slightly bigger one.

"I'm....... I'm not dreaming right? You...... You aren't faking this for a dare or to b-break my heart?" Jisung whispered shaking slightly at Minho.

"No. I just...............Do you want to go with me or shall I just go on my fucking way?" Minho rolled his eyes as Jisung gulped nodding and following the older.

The practice for the drama was okay until Jisung had to fake his death, he was the one who first dies according to Momo's script. Minho would sing Limbo after he dies, a song he composed, wrote and sang for a competition. Jisung pouted, the story felt awfully familiar.

"Wait are we acting Write your Own? That MarkHyuck book? Where Haechan dies of childbirth?" Jisung asked Momo who gasped.

"Speak of a nerd. Yes it is. You'll be faking the death of Juliet today but in the latter part you'll have to die at childbirth like Haechan. I'm sorry it was MinJu first and she didn't seem to have an issue though." Momo nervously mumbled. Jisung smiled shaking his head, but it burnt his insides, his eyes fell on Minho speaking to Wooyoung.

"What if........What what happens in the book happens to me?" Jisung closed his mouth feeling dizzy, he slumped on a couch breathing heavily. Hyunjin started panicking as he crouched Infront of the brunette.

"Hyun......Hyun......Hyunjin I'm going to die Hyunjin." Jisung gripped Hyunjin's shoulders.

"Jisung don't be ridiculous. That's just a book, shit like that don't come true. The author was just knitting a delulu story. Minho and you'll be happy. It's going to happen. Yeah?" Hyunjin wiped the tears falling down those chubby cheeks.

Felix stared at the huge oil painting of him hanging on the art faculty's art museum. So precise, like he was sitting full of life on the painting laughing with his heart. Below the painting in Hyunjin's writing the brush guilded, "In a million lives, I'd look for you. My silent call of age old forged love." HwangJin~

"Woah you're the one who he's drawn right? OMG aren't you a walking oil painting?" Someone gasped, Felix blushed bowing as he waved. "Hyunjin is going to France isn't he? That means we'd not get to watch him paint or even enjoy his paintings in real life anymore." They were talking amongst themselves, Felix felt his heart twist. Hyunjin was leaving?

"He's leaving?" Felix caught their attention.

"Yeah. After the competitions he's boarding the flight after the drama. He's such a dramatic darling. Don't you know? Aren't you like his boyfriend? He paints you all the time." The girl giggled. Felix giggled as he took large steps picking up on running as he pushed through Hyunjin's studio glass doors. They weren't wrong, the entire studio had Felix on canvases big and small. Hyunjin was sat before a canvas where he busily painting Felix and Changbin.

"Oh Lix. You never come here?" He turned around a little confused. "I'm painting this as a farewell for you and Binnie. It was supposed to be a surprise but oh well." Hyunjin shrugged smiling as he wasn't in pain. He didn't want to be in love with Felix anymore now.