Romeo and Juliet [Minsung]

30

And so as seasons started to pass and spring grew upon Seoul, flowers blossomed on the grave that held the most precious of people that they held close to heart. Minho had graduated, he was to take after his father's company until he's saved enough for a dance school. Their daughters were soon turning one and the birthday celebrations were stressing Jisung alot even though he was assured everything would be alright.

"Baby I know but everything is fine. You've done the best for them." Minho sighed when he saw Jisung going through the list of things he had to do again for the tenth time that afternoon.

"Minho I don't want anything to be messed up." Jisung tiredly mumbled as his husband back hugged him. As he buried his face in the crevice of the younger boys neck he sighed.

"Please......I love them but I want you to love me too." Minho mumbled tracing Jisung's neck with his nose.

There wasn't a promise that Minho would love forever or perhaps grow old with Jisung but he's going to be here for longer than he once would have. As his big arms hugged Jisung's snatched waist to kiss his wife, the beauty placed a finger on his lips shyly.

"I want a baby." Jisung giggled forgetting all his stress for a while. "I love our girls but I'd like more of little yous. Perhaps a boy or another girl." Jisung hugged Minho's neck blushing.

"Usually it's the rabbits who are horny and not the squrriels. Baby they are only one and you're so stressed out. First calm down, finish university and I'll give you another baby." That made Jisung pouty as fuck but he nodded like an obedient Quokka.

That day when Minho pushed Jisung on bed, his shirt taken off, the younger traced his scars, at first he had been ashamed of it but as his wife grew to love them he eventually did too. Sometimes making love was like a daily dose of caffeine, intoxicating and addictive, yet very needed. They chose to love eachother every day no matter what problems came their way no matter how hard they'd argue about something stupid at the end of the day Jisung always laid bear beside his husband, loved and cherished. Just like how Minho would lay the same next to him.

"Why are you crying?" Minho asked Jisung one night, as the brunette lent on his naked chest staring at the love of his life. He melted into his lovers warm touch on his cheek.

"I should be the one who leaves first. Don't you dare leave me hyung. I don't think I'll handle that." He whispered kissing Minho on the lips.

It was the mundane things in their lives, their daughters running around screaming random stuff, the cats forgetting they weren't human, Minho   making dinner, Jisung trying to write lyrics but having a doll thrown at him. Amidst all of this they were happy, even though they always visited the grave they cherished every second of what they had. Felix had a girl a few months apart from the Minsung twins, they were in Paris soon to be married but Hyunjin wanted be in Seoul to tie the knot.

"Hey Jisung? You're pregnant again right?" Minho casually lent on the kitchen door frame when he caught his wife stuffing himself with pudding at the crack of midnight.

"How- STOP RUINING MY SURPRISES I was supposed to surprise you on your birthday!! Stupid LeeKnow's everything!!" Jisung snapped stomping out of the kitchen with full bunched up Quokka cheeks. "How can he even duckling know?! I'm not even a week through! Like the fuck I'm not even showing. I hate him urghh. Stupid Dada of yours." He grumbled his way into their room.

"Jagiya I know your body more than you know. You can still surprise me okay? This never happened. Hmm?" Minho assured him.

On Minho's 30th birthday Jisung did give him a sonogram, the older had indeed forgotten for a mili second as he screamed with tears in his eyes which made Jisung very happy. The girls were delighted to have another sibling, they were five now.

"Happy Birthday big boy." Jisung giggled making Minho blush.

Chan always thought Jisung would kill himself one day because of Minho but here he was, happily married with two beautiful daughters and another on the way. The only mentally unstable person was himself. He still couldn't move on from Jeongin for the boy had been his first and last love.he just didn't seem satisfied with any person since he looked for an Innie in every person he met.

"Uncle Channie bye!!" His nieces waved at him as he left his brother's house after the party.

He was older now 32 to be precise, he owned the music company a few blocks away from his new apartment. It was a flourishing place where Jisung worked as a composer/lyricist and rapper. They had Changbin's picture up for memory and a token of love. Minho helped with the dancing often times, Chan entered the academy as he sighed. He was tired with age, already having a few silver strands amidst his dark hair. He dragged himself to the elevator as his phone buzzed. The picture was a family picture of Felix and Hyunjin with their little daughter Heather.

"Sooooo Jisung and I are pregnant together!! Watch us make our kids marry eachother." Felix's voice boomed the second he answered the group call.

"What if they hate eachother though?" Minho had to ruin the moment but was swatted on the head by Jisung.

"Enemies to lovers." Hyunjin stated.

Chan started going out of the elevator grinning at the idiots throwing a fit on facetime when he bumped into a someone really harsh and his phone fell onto the ground. He apologized immediately, squatting down he reached for the device when he hand held his accidentally in an attempt to pick the phone up.

As they looked up, their hearts froze. Chan went mute like his whole world stopped spinning as he saw a boy that looked just like Jeongin before him. He smiled, like a fennec fox, he scrambled to his feet in disbelief.

"I'm sorry. I wasn't looking where I was going." The boy bowed down and straighted up. He lifted an arm reaching out to caress Chan's cheek. "I finally found you Channie." He whispered smiling.

~The End~