Minsung Oneshots

Star crossed, my ass

Act I: Pairings and Pinings

Lee Minho was just about ready to throw hands by the time the first rehearsal started.

A theatre major and in his second year of college, Minho had seen more than your average STEM nerd. But getting cast as the co-star in a gay-and-not-tragic-anymore Romeo and Juliet adaptation earned the first spot on his list of Top Ten Weird Core Memories.

Getting cast wasn't actually the problem with Minho. The problem was that he was cast alongside Han Jisung, fellow theatre major, his bestest friend since childhood and also his crush since the first time he had had his gay awakening.

Except for the fact that Jisung was the type who wouldn't understand flirting if it danced naked in front of his face screaming Notice me, so Minho's crush had gone largely unnoticed for the past years. Alongside the fact that the latter himself was a pretty good actor anyways.

Now, coming back to the topic. Minho was ready to throw hands.

Why?

Because Han Jisung was an insufferable ass.

An oblivious flirt himself, Jisung often said the absolute butterfly inducing shit at the randomest times, then sauntering off like he didn't just create a flapping sanctuary in Minho's stomach.

And Minho, a hair's breadth away from combusting was finding it very hard to maintain his composure when every scene called for Jisung's flirtyness to dial up a notch towards the sincere side.

"Okay" Director Kang clapped her hands exasperatedly, pulling Minho out of his stupor. A middle aged woman with prominent frown lines, Ms. Kang always looked one late cue away from a mental meltdown. Tragically, Minho related to her for the past few days as well. "From the top! And please, you two give me some emotion."

Emotion, my ass.

Minho sighed as he noticed Jisung out of the corner of his eye, rereading his lines one last time before stepping into place.

This was going to be a very long day.

Act II: Lines and Lies

Now, once again, it would've all been even moderately okay . . . if this was the usual Romeo and Juliet. If there wasn't a happy ending. If the two weren't alive till the end. And definitely, if the play didn't end with a damn kiss scene before running off into the goddamn sunset.

By mutual agreement, Minho and Jisung had bullied Director Kang into not making them rehearse the kiss scene.

Makes it more authentic, the two said. Jisung, a little more reluctantly, but he said it nevertheless.

Ms. Kang agreed, albeit suspiciously, only stopping to say "You better not trip over your own two feet on seeing each other in the final scene considering the amount of eye fucking you two do across the stage in general," before she stalked off to scream at a poor freshman.

Minho and Jisung's frantic choking went mercifully unnoticed by her turned back.

Act III: Forgetting and Falling

Two hours of patience.

But forgetting the line "Did my heart love till now?" was the last straw for Minho.

The older stalked up to Jisung, pushing him back against the couch of their shared apartment, eyes dark with annoyance. "Okay, what is with you?"

"Nothing's with me" Jisung shot back, looking defiantly into Minho's eyes.

The two were at home on the weekend, rehearsing their lines so as to avoid another screaming session of Ms. Kang "urging them to channel their deep friendship into the fear of losing each other."