Playing For Keeps

29. Admit It (part 2)

"Get up and walk around then if you don't believe me. The bed is clean and you'll see that you're pain-free." Kit couldn't stop his voice from rising. Does he really think I'm that kind of asshole?

"But, my clothes-"

"You threw up all over them as soon as we got into the room. I had to go clean them in the washroom. What you're wearing is all I had that you could fit."

Ming looked away then, when he registered the hurt and disbelief in Kit's voice. He didn't remember any of that. When he looked around, that's when he saw his clothes folded neatly on top of Kit's desk. he hadn't noticed them before and small tendrils of embarrassment began to creep inside him. He quickly opened the tablet packet and swallowed it, chasing it down with the drink. The drink was disgusting but Ming knew that he would be feeling better soon if he finished most of it.

There was a moment of silence between them as Ming took another long sip. He looked over at Kit again then quickly looked away.

"Thanks..."

Kit nodded and silence fell once again. Then suddenly,

"I should go then." Ming bent down to pick up his phone then stood to his feet. Kit jerked his head up.

"What? You don't even have your room key."

"Panit has it. I can get it from him." He made it over to Kit's desk, where his clothes were, in three long strides.

"Ming, it's four o'clock in the morning. Are you really going to wake him up right now for that?"

Ming knew he was being mildly ridiculous but he didn't want to stay. The whole purpose of the night was to forget about P'Kit in the first place. Yet, here he was, sharing a room with him again.

"He won't mind." Ming said quickly as he slipped Kit's shirt over his head.

"Ming,"

Ming laid Kit's shirt neatly across his desk chair and grabbed his own shirt.

"Ming!"

Ming didn't respond. He slipped his shirt back on but didn't bother buttoning it up. When he went to reach for his jeans, Kit snatched them right out his hands.

"Can't you just stay??" He was trying not to raise his voice but Ming blatantly ignoring him like this was getting under his skin and making him feel things he never felt before.

"No, I can't. Look...thank you for helping me tonight, but I have to go. Panit knows I'm going to be looking for my keys so it's fine." He reached over to grab for his pants but Kit moved back and glared at him. Ming's jawline hardened and he glowered right back.

"Kit." Ming's voice turned cold again and Kit couldn't fight the chest ache or the sense of longing that was beginning to bloom inside him. He didn't want Ming to leave. He wanted him to stay right here so they can talk things out. So Ming can forgive him. And so that Kit could finally admit that he was just insecure and scared.

Ming reached again and snatched his pants back, stepping into them easily. He hastily zipped and fastened them before grabbing his jean jacket and putting that on too. Then turned to head back to the other side of the room but Kit's voice stopped him midway.

"Ming, I'm sorry." Kit called to him loudly.

Ming looked up towards the ceiling and took a deep breath before turning around. He wasn't trying to deal with this right now. He just wanted to get back to his room so he could sleep off this hangover. He didn't want to deal with Kit's back and forth temperamental attitude. Sometimes he wanted him, sometimes he didn't. It was too much and at four o'clock in the morning, Ming was too tired.