Romeo and Juliet [Minsung]

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It hours to reach their destination, thankfully Jisung was asleep when Minho felt sick after all that driving. He grunted in pain, yet he wore his pain awfully well that when the younger woke up he saw a smiling Minho staring at him. He smiled back stretching a little.

"Where are we?" Jisung pouted.

"Busan. Let's go." Minho got off the car and so did Jisung.

Their room over looked the ocean, though Jisung saw very little of the beauty since it was dark. Dark ess shrouded the scenery as he lent on the balcony enjoying the salty breeze on his cheeks, making them flush a soft pink. Minho was in the shower until then he decided to take in the peace unaware of the love of his life throwing up blood in his sink.

"F-Fuck......" Minho wiped his mouth, his damp hair dribbling with tiny droplets of water. He washed off the stains, he could barely stand, his vision blurred as he felt the tap to clean his mouth. "Please......Not when I'm with him." A tear rolled down his cheek. He washed his face so the boy outside won't notice he was in pain. He stepped out with a towel wrapped around his waist.

"The breeze feels so good! Stay at the balcony I'll be back soon!" Jisung happily stated running into the bathroom.

Minho slumped onto the bed, rubbing his face as he manoeuvred through his things for his pills. He managed to pull on a pair of boxers and sweatpants before drinking his medication. He lent on the bed board, breathing heavy, with a throbbing head and heart.

"Hyung?" The older hadn't realised how long he stayed that way for Jisung not knelt next to him with a worried expression. "You're burning up." He mumbled in a soft voice.

"Can I........Can I hug you to sleep?" Minho whispered.

That's how he ended up with his chest buried in Jisung's chest, the younger boys fingers running gently through his fading purple hair. Only love can hurt like this, the song was definitely not wrong in his opinion. The younger didn't mind if Minho was shirtless, as long as this was real. How will he ever tell his boy who was crazy over him that he was terminally ill? How can he watch Jisung fall apart his very eyes as he explains that death is crawling closer to him?

"Stop thinking hyung. I can feel your eyes fluffer. Sleep baby I'm right here." Jisung will always be, but would Minho?

Minho feared the day where Jisung would grow old and he'd remain young, he'd remain 24 on a pretty frame on a wall over the fireplace. He hated that thought, he hugged Jisung tight, his eyes closed tightly as he prayed to the god's he's never prayed to, that they'd keep him alive and safe for Jisung.

"What's wrong Minho? You are nervous, anxious and dripping with sweat." Jisung made them sit themselves up. His pretty eyes searching desperately for an answer.

"Nothing princess. I just want to cuddle." Minho lied smiling.

"Stop.........please. Stop lying to me. What is wrong with you hyung? Please just tell me before I..........Before loose my mind worrying about you. There were thick stains of blood on the skin, you left the water running." He started shaking as he knelt on his knees so he can cup his man's cheeks.

"I-If I told you........You'll probably leave so I'll tell you tomorrow. Because it never shows up. Please right now, can hug you to sleep?" The older held Jisung's wrists.

They did fall asleep in eachothers arms, in perfect sync,.as if God created them off the same rib, fated to be one. So uniquely matched it would be a world wonder. As morning came by, Minho only felt sicker but he had his medication first thing at 4am when he woke up for a bathroom break. He wanted to spend these two days with Jisung, ask him out and perhaps love him until their skins would burn and melt into one.

"Hyung you promised you'd tell me. Don't break it." Jisung had said when he sat before him in the lobby for breakfast.

"I will. You look beautiful." Minho mumbled barely audible, Jisung blushed nodding. He had on a yellow hoodie and white pants.

"You.......You look beautiful too I mean handsome. Haha I'm so silly." Jisung giggled rubbing his palms together to start eating.

The older didn't though, he stared at Jisung so long until he was dizzy. When they took a lazy walk down the sea shore he started speaking. For he no longer wanted wait and waste time like he had already done like an idiot.

"Unlike sadness, longing for you felt like a thousand agonies, I tried to push you away but that only made me yearn for you like a drug. I've loved you since you smiled at me like a previous chipmunk. When you gave me Quokka for my birthday because you couldn't afford anything else. When you held my hand for my first dance competition. You were my home already, Han Jisung forgive me for being a coward. Before I say this I want you to know." Minho turned to face Jisung, "I love you. I love you so much Princess." Jisung gave him the beautiful heart shaped gummy smile.

"I love you too Minho! So so so so much!" He threw himself on Minho connecting their lips as deep as he can. The older smiled between his soft petal like lips as he kissed back. They pulled away panting.

"I hate to break this to you when we confessed to eachother but..........." Minho looked away from those curious doe eyes. He took the boys shaking arms as his own quivered. "I'm terminally ill Jisung. Cardiac Sarcoma, second stage...... Cardiac Sarcoma is tumor that occurs in the heart. A primary cardiac tumor is one that starts in the heart. A secondary cardiac tumor starts somewhere else in the body and then spreads to the heart. In general, primary tumors of the heart are rare, and most are benign (noncancerous). It started on my left side of the head last year and now I think it's spreading to my heart again." He gulped holding Jisung tightly for the beauty became pale with fear.

"Minho.........." Jisung broke down crying as he hugged Minho as tightly as he can with his small arms.