Romeo and Juliet [Minsung]

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If Minho said he wasn't feeling like his  heart would stop beating every instant he'd be lying. He let the water run over the thick clots of blood his coughing had caused. But he couldn't stay back he was taking his sunshine to the mountains to see the sun set. As he turned he saw Felix shaking at the door frame of his bathroom.

"H-Hyung." His deep voice was a mere squeak, his pupils quivering. Those small baby hands hugged Minho tight.

"Yongbokkie? Don't tell Mom please? She'd go into depression again if she finds out I'm at the brink of death. I don't know why God keeps holding me back but if I go.........promise me you'll not grieve for me?" Minho ruffled his baby brothers soft blonde hair. Felix just broke down crying on his chest, tears pricked at the back of the olders eyes.

Though Minho wanted everything to end when he saw Jisung run down his garden pathway in his freshly coloured blue hair in tight slacks and a white satin shirt all his worries disappeared. To be honest he saw very little of the beauty, his tumour hazed his vision.

"Hey Princess." Minho caressed Jisung's chubby cheek.

"Hi handsome! Let's go before Chan sees us and we have to get back to pack." Jisung smiled sweetly as he kissed Minho on his cheek.

Jisung noticed how slow Minho drove the car, how he kept blinking to many times, his fingertips were a dry shade of blue. He felt guilty for letting him drive, biting his lips he tried to not over think yet this man was the reason he held on for years. Hoping that someday Minho would be his, someday he'd have a chance at his own fairytale.

"We're here!!" Minho smiled a little tight from the usually bright bubbly one he gives Jisung.

He didn't have the strength to get off the car, so Jisung just didn't think twice to straddle Minho on the driver's seat under the vibrant hue of twilights soft pastel shades of all the pinks and purples. Minho held his waist smiling, he closed his eyes leaning on the head rest of his seat.

"I-I can't see you c-clearly." His whisper barely audible to the world, Jisung heard him though. "I'm sorry." Minho was running a temperature, his skin burning as Jisung stared at his Adams apple.

"The sun is setting hyung. We can see it together another time." Jisung turns a little to get a better view of the beautiful secrets of nature, that's when Minho's grip on him tightened.

"Don't move. I'm weak today and I'm definitely weak for you Jisung." Minho straightens his head to see the younger staring down at him with flushed cheeks, the golden glow rubbing of his honeyed skin.

"But hyung I can't see it clearly if I- Wait do I turn you on this fast?" Jisung giggled closing his mouth, he was shy but it made him happy that Minho was shamelessly weak for him.

"Well you are physically sitting with your plush ass on my dick. It's not an imagination, you're really here." The older reaches up to cup Jisung's cheek, as he leans into the warmth with a smile.

"I'm really here hyung. And you really here with me, I feel....... you're growing." Jisung bites his lower lip, Minho giggles looking away.

"Get off my lap before I have you for dinner." Though the threat was thrown at Jisung playfully it only made the younger blush even more. His cheeks full and Rosey, his small palms pressed on the olders lower abdomen.

"H-Hyung? Am.....I your.....your first?" Jisung's lower lip started wobbling, "Did you and Chan have any......." Minho had enough so he pulled his boyfriend down so their lips would meet, it was a privilege to have Jisung's lips on his and his body on him, to feel his world so close drove him insane.

"Yes you're my first and no. Chan was just my best friend before he went all weird after Innie died. Baby I've only wanted you since I was sixteen." Minho breathed against soft moist lips.

His right arm slips down the swell of Jisung's ass as his left makes it way up to those swollen lips. Their eyes lingering with love, forbidden and tempting. Minho was falling apart with pain but this boy drove him insane. He wanted to love him, show him how long he's yearned for him as a person. As silly little Han Jisung.

"Can I.......Can I love you Han Jisung?" Minho asks for he was raised a gentleman. A tear trails down Jisung's eye as he nods.

Meanwhile Chan pushes open Jisung's room door, he frowns finding the place empty. Mrs Han of course knew where her son had left, well she intends to keep it a secret. All she wants was to keep Jisung safe. Though Chan threatened to throw a tantrum she denied she knew where the boy was.

Jisung's fingers trembled under coldness of the evening, the sun had gone to sleep long before, Minho guided his small hips on him. The younger boy had his boyfriends forefinger and middle inside his mouth. Wet lips under his earlobe, an arm kneading his ass as his body started burning with the same temperature as Minho.

"Hyungie........" Jisung whispers softly, his first moan it makes Minho smile so proudly it embarrasses the younger boy getting him all pouty.

"Don't hold back Princess." He pulls out his saliva coated fingers as he slips under the boys waist band, sneaking down to the virgin rim of his ass hole.

"M-Min....." Jisung bites his lower lip gripping the olders shoulder blades tightly, wrinkling his white shirt. They were both hard, a fine sheet of silvery sheen of sweat on their bodies. "O-Off!" He claws at Minho's shirt writhing at the feeling of a finger caresses his rim.

"I'm flawed baby." Minho leans back bucking his hip making Jisung scream a little at the friction. Nevertheless he gets the buttons undone and stares at the scars previous surgeries had left, he's seen him, they literally had a bath together.

"Beautiful." Jisung let his finger tip trace Minho, his small arm clawing his scared chest when he pushes two fingers into him, their foreheads touching as the younger moves on his boyfriend, he moans softly.........