Romeo and Juliet [Minsung]

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"It's past midnight!" Chan screamed at Mrs Han making her flinch.

"Chan! That's not how you speak to your mother and I'm Jisung's father not you. He's old enough to go out as he pleases. What is wrong with you?!" Mr Han pushed Chan away from his wife.

"What kind of parents are you guys?! Jisung is out with God knows who and you sit here enjoying wine?!" It was clear that Chan was being ridiculous.

His parents weren't sure if he was obsessed with his brother or if he was over Minho. Why he was he so bent upon ruining Jisung's life when all he's ever done is been a sunshine to everyone. Felix cried himself to sleep because all he could think of is Minho leaving him more than even remembering his own boyfriend.

Jisung whimpered on Minho's hold, he's never experienced this before, it were as if his lucid dreams were finally coming to life. His neatly painted nails scratched the olders biceps as his boyfriend marked him his, the graze of his bunny teeth, his fingers buried deep within Jisung, their bare chests pressed against eachother as he moaned loud under the eerie moonlight. Until they reached their highs soiling themselves in their pants but smiling at eachother with their foreheads connected.

He barely recalls how he was laid on a sheet they had brought to watch the sun set, all he saw was Minho through hooded tear filled eyes. If they were to become one under the star lit sky adorned handsomely with constellations he was delighted. It felt utterly intimate yet open but there wasn't a soul around. How delicately Minho felt his curves, sucked his nipples and bit on his skin.

"D-Don't leave me Minho. Please." Jisung cupped Minho's face, crying like a baby.

"Baby stop crying." Minho sat down squeezing those small hands placing them on his cheeks.

"B-But I'm scared." Jisung didn't have the heart to ruin what was about to happen but fear pushed him to do so. He knew he was shaking yet he wasn't going to shy away from the man he's spent his whole life loving.

"Please don't be.......I won't promise that I'll live forever but I'll not stop fighting my battles for you. For us. I'll fight them as long as my body lets me, and I'll spend every hour and second to make sure I spend it with you. Hmm? I hate seeing you worry or cry." Minho guides Jisung's palms down to his neck, his pecs to his scared heart, to his abs and down to his waist.

The entire love making Jisung cries, it's not intentional neither did he want Minho to stop yet he couldn't help it. He refuses the condom that Minho tears with his teeth, whimpering that he wanted to feel him and not have latex seperate them.

"I'm clean......Just F-Fuck me pregnant or something!!" That makes Minho giggle a little lightening up the slight tension between the two boys.

"I'm clean too. I can't believe I'm finally making love to my first crush and boyfriend. Hey?" Minho balances himself on his arms that are placed beside his head, as he aligns himself with the pink puckering hole of his boyfriend.

"Hmm?" Jisung's finger tips trace Minho's feline features as he smiles his gummy smile for the first time after they started.

"Marry me? I know it's soon and like rushed but I don't have all the time in my hands........I don't want to loose you Baby Quokka." Minho pushed in slowly making Jisung gasp softly and scrunch his face, he bit his lip to try and stop the scream but he just wasn't strong enough he moaned loud.

"F-First g-get me......fuck why are you so big Ahhh. Get me a ring Mr Prince." Jisung blushed shyly hiding his face in Minho's chest. His phase was slow and calculated, patient and kind, passionate and genuine as he made love to the boy he was insanely in love with. Their hands lacing with eachother, as Jisung's virginity is taken gracefully by Minho.

In all honesty it felt amazing to forget about everything and everyone, the cold, the distant lull of the ocean, moonlight glowing just enough light for the lovers to be drawn to eachother like a moth drawn to fire. Haechan's story was far more painful, he fought to stay alive with Mark but love ruined so much that he died at childbirth. Jisung hoped for a better life, a happy ending and nothing more.

"I'm bruised and scattered everywhere, aren't I?" Jisung giggled when he woke up next to Minho at the back of the olders car. Naked but with his boyfriends shirt on him.

"You're gorgeous with me all over you." Minho mumbled softly.

"Indeed I am." He whispered seeing his reflection on the glass, for once he felt he was really beautiful.

When Jisung stumbled home that morning Mrs Han saw her son visibly limp inside, he stood at he kitchen arch way shyly hiding his face in Minho's white shirt. She winked at him ushering him to come closer.

"Let me look at you." She squished his swollen cheeks between her palms. "I packed your bag because you were getting late. How do you feel? All swollen and scattered with hickeys."

"Happy? He's actually mine and I'm his Mommy. I'm so happy that I......I finally have him." Jisung whispered clearly exhausted but his eyes were bright and in love. She nods kissing his forehead as he goes upstairs to change and head out for the day.

Minho punched the glass in his bathroom, as he bit back the tears that threatened to fall, his right arm squeezing his heart where the familiar pain had started throbbing. Was wanting to live a life with Jisung until he grew old was too much to ask? Cleaning up he chugged down his medicine and grabbed his back to leave.