So It's You [MingKit completed]

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Kit's POV

I furrowed. "Ming? "

He gave an awkward grin.

I creased my brow as if asking him why he was here.

"Beam called me, " he said, he seemed to understand.

Beam, you are so dead.

I nodded. "I will just take a taxi, " I said.

He pretended to not hear me. He leaned in forward and took my things in the passenger seat.

He was so close.

My heart went wild and I couldn't speak.

I exhaled sharply when he was finally out. He headed to his car and put my things inside.

"What are you doing? " I said.

"Driving you home, " he replied.

"I said I'll just take a taxi, "

He did not answer. He closed the back seat door and opened the passenger door then headed to the driver's seat without waiting for me to come in.

I sighed helplessly and seated myself in his car.

I saw him pressed his lips together.

I positioned myself at the edge of the seat, pressing myself against the window.

"I don't bite, you know. " he said.

"Yeah, right. " I mocked him.

He suppressed a smile.

He looked at me and pout.

I covered my mouth, "What? " I said angrily.

He raised his brow and still pouted.

"Don't dare, " I warned him. I used my two hands to cover my mouth this time.

He was still pouting. "Your seatbelt, " he said then laughed. "Or do you want me to put it on for you? I'd love to you know, "

Ahh, I quickly put it on.

I was embarrased.

"Why do you always think the worst in me? " he said sadly.

I stopped at what I was doing, "Because you always do the worst, " I replied.

He did not answer.

He kept his silence.

I felt bad.

Did I hurt him?

Should I say sorry?

I looked at him.

He kept his eyes on the road.

I couldn't help but admire him. This is the first time I get to see him this close.

Physically,  I could say he was really blessed with looks that every men would envy. But what I really like most about him was his personality.

He seemed to care less about what others would think.

He has plenty of women at his disposal.

It will just take one call for him to have them come running towards him.

And yet, here he was.

Messing with me.

Playing with me.

Or was he really?

I shook my head. No. No. No.

He seemed to notice me. "What's wrong? " he asked.