Romeo and Juliet [Minsung]

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"Hannie wait." Minho held Jisung's arm. The later was dressed in a tights and a yellow hoodie with a soft fluffy beanie.

"L-Let my arm go." Jisung tried to pry himself away from Minho. He didn't want to see the older, atleast not now.

"I won't. I told you I'll never let you go. Why are you ignoring me?" Well ever since he saw Minho weep in Jeong-yeon's embrace he's been giving  him the cold shoulder because it hurt his small squirrel heart. He was fragile and childish, so he assumed Minho was just playing around with him.

"I-I hate you! That's why!" Jisung cried as he broke free from Minho and ran off down the street. Something in the older snapped, he wasn't sure if it was his already ill weak heart of was this the sound of heartbreak. Hearing the younger day those words was agonising. He held his heart, his eyes tearing as he balanced himself by holding onto the brick wall outside his house.

At University Jisung remained the same, which was really upsetting him so much his head started hurting alot. They were supposed to do acting that weren't together but their eyes lingered and longed for eachother so much. Minho blinked several times to regain his vision as he reached out to the beautiful boy hiding behind a pretty girls costume.

"Baby please........" Minho whispered softly, Jisung instantly blushed at the endearment, gasping softly when he felt cold arms wrap around his waist from behind. "What did I do Baby?" He buried his head in Jisung's shoulder.

"Y-You were with that girl......Crying and hugging. She's your girlfriend girlfriend right?" Jisung pouted fiddling with his fingers that were painted a red.

"She's a Noona. A friend's sister. I'm definitely not straight. There's alot you need to know." Minho stood up straight as he turned the younger to face him. "I'm not going anywhere from your tiny arms okay?" He pecked Jisung's lips.

"Minho?" Jisung pouted, "You.......You like me right?" He mumbled barely audible.

"More than you know princess." The older kissed the younger boys forehead. Jisung blushes as he bit his lips blushing again.

"I like that........Can I hug you?" He asked and Minho hugged him tightly. Someone who came backstage giggled at the two hugging away.

"Romeo and Juliet be sailing y'all!!" Yeonjun screamed wiggling his eyebrows as he ran out to inform the cast.

They knew it'll have to be kept a secret because Chan was a very abusively scary possessive brother. Though Minho and Jisung had no label just yet but were in love with eachother. The older boy doubted if he'd ever make through his surgery, if there ever would be a chance for him to see Jisung grow old beside him. When the brunette died in the drama today his insides hurt, his head spun. He prayed his tumour would spread to the place in once was but he feared it might for his heart throbbed.

"Hyung? Are you okay?" Changbin turned from the sound system.

"F-Felix.......F-Felix.......Where is he?" Minho drew in a harsh breath. Before Changbin could answer Sana called him from the other side.

"Guys it's time for another kiss!" She flipped through the script where Wooyoung that idiot dropped a load of kissing scenes.

"I-I can't kiss him. I need.......Fuck I need to go home!" Minho said through clenched jaws, Jisung bit his lips assuming the older was mad at him. Changbin called Felix but the boy must've been in class or Hyunjin that he didn't answer.

The older speed walked to the bathrooms as he threw up blood, the thick blackish blobs of blood slipping down the white ceramic wash basin. He stumbled as he regained his posture as he punched the mirror that showed him the ghastly truth.

"My heart......" Minho hiccuped wiping away the tears flowing down his face with the back of his palm. Changbin's arm dragged him away from his hurtful thoughts as he washed the up quickly and held his best friend's arm tone guided outside.

"It's getting bad isn't it?" Changbin whispered.

"Should I take Jisung on a date? Before it's too late? What if I don't make it Binnie? I want to marry him." Minho mumbled under his breath.

"You should. I heard Chan is going on a tour like thing with his class to Thailand. You guys would be free for like three days or something. But hyung, please tell Jisung you're sick." The younger male helped him into his car as Minho nodded tiredly.

Later that night Jisung was doing the dishes when Chan came home. He ignored the older because he didn't want any interaction with that awful brother of his right now. But he was wrong, a piece of paper was slammed beside him making him flinch.

"I'm going to Thailand tonight. I'm being fucking serious Jisung. Stay away from Minho, you don't know him, he's an awful person." Chan hissed at him.

"Hyung.......I won't stay away from him." Jisung turned around to face a fumming Chan.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?!" He shook Jisung's shoulders aggressively.

"Let him go Chan or I'll beat you myself!" Mr Han had just come home that evening. "You should be sent to an asylum. Let go of Jisung or I'll call 911." With that Chan cursed leaving Jisung shaking.

As the night grew thicker Jisung sat staring outside the window not at Minho but at the sky, he was tired of life, tired of being trapped in a awful feud between Chan and Minho. The sliding of the window caught his eye, Minho stood there, a little pale yet beautiful like the night sky.

"I need a plushie." Minho lent on the frame of his window. "Oh Juliet be mine." He gave that silly lopsided smile, Jisung felt his tummy burst with butterflies.

"I-I'm not a plushie hyung." Jisung giggled shyly.

"But you have plush thighs, cheeks and a chest so you can serve as one. Now come on or should I?" Minho winked at Jisung.