Disclaimer: I don't own Love Stage, it belongs to the awesome Eiki Eiki and Zaou Taishi. i can't even draw a circle. I own nothing. *sad* You can say this is like, a crossover(lol)

Warning: Bad grammar and sentence structure as english is not my first language.

A/N: if you have read the manga/watched the anime, pls don't flame as i will follow the story. If this story isn't your cup of tea, just click 'back'. I made this because i thought that the anime is so good and i'd love to read a xiuhan-one, and i don't think anyone had made this before. Any similarities are pure coincidence(i've been away from aff for a few months)

A/N2: Just gonna post the foreword for now, if this gains quite a lot of subscribers i'll type and post the first chapt. If not then... meh.gonna delete this .3.

(Here's some sneak peak, just typed it a few minutes ago lol)

CH1-The Day it All Began

It all started 10 years ago, when Minseok was taken to the place his parents were filming a commercial. The staff and cast stood in front of a church, getting ready to start their filming.

"What did u say?! The child actress we cast can't make it here because her flight was cancelled?!" A man with beard-probably in his thirties- yelled at his phone. He shut his phone and gave a 'tch' of annoyance, and spoke loudly,

"Is there any little girls we can use in the audience?!" The staff began searching panickly, as everyone were already on standby and suddenly this problem happen.

", there's no way we can get another extra in time!" The director bit his nails, anxiety clearly shown in his face. Unbeknownst to him, three people- the commercial's main actress and actor, and their child- had been listening to what he said. The woman tapped her feet in thought. /A little girl, huh../ . A really good idea-according to her- occured in her mind. Cheerfully she shouted at the director.

"Director-nim, how about my son? Although he's a boy~" she suggested.

The child stared in shock at his mother. He vaguely know what his mom wanted him to do, and started to shook his head vigorously. The moment he was given the 'puppy-eyed look' from his mother, he stopped and sighed. There's no stopping his mother once she got all teary and pouty.

The director seemed to be considering the actress' suggestion, as he's now scanning the child's face.

"Some make up here and there...this might work.. we can tie his hair... no, this WILL work!" he grabbed the kid and handed him to his mom's stylist, giving instruction here and there.

Half an hour later, a cute little girl in a soft-pink dress stood near her mother, an embarrassed look adorning her cute and chubby face. Her hair was tied on both sides, and  a pearl necklace around her neck. She shifted on her feet, trying hard to be unnoticed. Which didn't work so well given her-or rather his- adorableness.

Some "SO CUTEE!" were heard among the women staffs, and the script-writer crouched down, levelling her eyes to the kid's. She began explaining the things he needed to do. "It's okay, you just have to catch the bouquet when your mom- the bride- throws it, and then smile at the little boy next to you, okay?"

Little Minseok nodded nervously, He sure hope he wouldn't screw up. It was his first time on set, hence his fidgety and nervous look, and on top of that, he had to dress up as a little girl no less. He was having a mental breakdown.

Right when he thought of running over to his mom to cry and beg to go home, he heard someone say, "The boy is here!"

"Good morning!" A cute boy with doe-like eyes greeted politely, bowing his head 90 degrees and smiled sweetly at Minseok. "You're the girl who is going to be my acting partner today, right? Let's have a good time!"

Minseok's entire body was shaking, and tears threatened to leak from his eyes. He gripped his dress, trying to calm himself down. It didn't work, and everything about him just screamed 'I'm nervoussss' ."Umm..." The boy tried to speak to Minseok, but the director started the filming without gaving him the chance to try.
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"And... Last scene in 3... 2... 1... Start!"