Title: Romeo + Juliet (Chapter 4)

Disclaimer: I didn't write Kill me, Kiss me… If I did I would be very proud of it! It's a very good story with a very interesting plot!

One Last Rehearsal

The next day Jung woke with a horrible feeling in his stomach as if he'd done something wrong. He looked to his side and saw Kun lying next to him; he flushed a light pink… he had spent the night at Kun's house! He hit his head while thinking stupid, stupid, stupid! Why was I dumb enough to stay overnight?

Kun blinked his eyes open and saw Jung hitting himself. He reached out and grabbed his hands, "Stop that, you're going to bruise if you keep torturing yourself like that! Besides, I didn't take advantage of you…" he smirked looking into Jung's eyes. Jung flushed a deeper pink… he, he didn't what? Oh god! I knew I should have gone home after dinner!

Jung quickly tried to get out of the bed but couldn't… Kun had his arm around his waist! He looked to him, "Can I get dressed?" he asked with a pinch of anger in his voice. Kun nodded letting him go, "You can borrow some of my clothes… I have some that may fit you…" The elderly man came in just as Jung stepped out of the bed in only his boxers. He went right back in the bed to cover himself, then he noticed the man carrying their breakfast. "Good morning Lord Kang, where would you like your breakfast?" Kun nodded to the little table by the window.

The man laid the food down, bowed and was on his way out the door before Jung knew it. He jumped out of the bed and looked for some clothes that would fit him. Kun sighed and walked over to the breakfast that was basking in the sunlight of the beautiful day. Jung came back in Kun's army cargo pants, a white long sleeve shirt which was covered by another shirt that was blue and had print that said "What do I care what you think?" Kun looked him up and down then smiled.

"I see you found something that fits you to your liking," he smiled wider watching Jung turned another shade of pink. "I like this… you have a lot of cool clothes, why don't you wear them?" he asked looking Kun in the eyes as he went to sit next to him to eat breakfast. Kun sighed, "Those are my lay-around the house clothes, but I'm glad that you like them… you can keep them if you want." Jung nodded some while shoveling the breakfast into his mouth, he was hungry.

Kun looked at him, "Don't you think you should eat slower? If you don't you'll get –" before he could finish his sentence he heard Jung hiccup. "Hic, so what? hic, it's not like anyone cares about, hic, a spasm in my dia-hic-pram any ways." Kun laughed watching Jung eat his food between hiccups, of course, more slowly now. "You're a ham Jung, you know that?" he asked still watching Jung.

Jung shrugged, "I guess…" Kun smiled then stood and headed to his closet to get dressed. They both finished and hour before school started, they would go through their day then go to their homes and practice the play, verbatim.

After about three weeks the play was coming up, the parent organizations had made the costumes and were putting the finishing touched on the scenery. Jung and Kun were polishing the lines they were still having trouble on; they would practice between classes and during lunch. During the last class of the day Kun approached Jung, "Would you like to practice at my house one last time before the play?" Jung looked up from his book and nodded. "That would be great!"

Kun once again waited for Jung by the entrance. Jung walked out to him this time without having any qualms with himself about anything that might happen, if anything did he believed he could handle it. Kun looked at him, "Ready to go?" he watched Jung nod. He grabbed his hand and they walked off down the street together; after a mile or two they passed the old tea house ruins again, "Too bad, that was a nice place to hide when I was little…" Jung looked at Kun in amazement.

Kun was sharing apart of himself with Jung, "Kun, that's the first time I've heard this…" he looked into Kun's eyes. Kun smiled, "That's not the only thing I want to share with you, I want to share everything with you… just not until the right moment." Jung once again flushed a deep pink.

They walked in silence the rest of the way to Kun's house, looking at each other every now-and-then. The old man smiled when he saw the young master with Jung, "Welcome home Master Kang, may I take your and Lord Im's stuff?" he nodded and took Jung's stuff from him; including the play. "Wait Kun, we're going to need-" Kun covered Jung's lips with his hand.

"We don't need them, if you've been practicing faithfully you shouldn't need it," Jung nodded. Kun then grabbed his hand and led him up the stairs and back to his room; closing the door behind them and locking it. Jung watched him do so… Uh oh! he's going to try something… Kun looked at Jung and smiled, "Now, where would you like to practice? On the bed? Over by the window?" Jung started to back away some; he had a sick feeling in his stomach that Kun was up to something.

Kun advanced on him, pushing his weight against Jung, "Well, where would you like to practice, hmm?" Jung's eyes widen as he felts his back grace the wall, "Umm… how about…" before he could finish his sentence Kun had his lips covering Jung's, kissing him forcefully and passionately. Jung was swept away into an environment of passion and desire. He was pulled in by Kun's pull, he kissed back allowing his arms to wrap around Kun's neck.

Kun started to slide his hand up Jung's shirt when Jung pulled away. "We shouldn't be doing this! We have only the rest of today to nail these lines! Why are you doing this now!" Kun recoiled and let out a soft sigh, "I'm sorry Jung, I couldn't help it… You do this to me and I can't control myself." Jung nodded, "Is this why you wanted me to come over to your house today? So, you could make out with me?" he stared hard into Kun's eyes, as if he were searching his brain for the answer.

Kun tried to smile, "No, I really did want to practice…" Jung took his hand, "Then, let's practice," he led him over to the table and started where they left off their last practice together.

J – "Art thou not Romeo and a Montague?"

K- "Neither, fair saint, if either thee dislike."

J – "How came'st thou hither, tell me, and wherefore? The orchard walls are high and hard to climb, And the place death, considering who thou art, If any of my kinsmen find thee here."

K – "With love's light wings did I o'er-perch these walls, For stony limits cannot hold love out, And what love can do, that dares love attempt. Therefore thy kinsmen are no stop to me."

J – "If they do see thee, they will murder thee!"

K – "Alack, there lies more peril in thine eye. Than twenty of their swords! Look thou but sweet, And I am proof against their enmity."

J – "I would not for the world they saw thee here."

K – "I have night's cloak to hide me from their eyes, sight And but thou love me, let them find me here. My life were better ended by their hate Than death proroguèd, wanting of thy love."

J – "By whose direction found'st thou out this place?"

K – "By love, who first did prompt me to inquire. He lent me counsel and I lent him eyes."

Kun stopped and looked at Jung, Jung looked back. "What is it?" Jung asked shyly, "Is there something on my face?" Kun smiled, "Yes," and leaned forward and kissed Jung again, this time Jung didn't pull away. He put his whole heart into the kiss and didn't think twice about it.

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