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35: Becoming More
Kit:Kit pushed open the doors to the brightly illuminated hospital room, and stepped inside, closing the door behind him.
He kept his eyes on the floor, unable to meet the eyes of the man who he had seen passed out and covered in blood not long ago.
When P’Kim had refused to go into the operation theater for some reason, insisting that he be taken to Kit first, P’Aawut had made a video call to him instead, so that he could still hear Kit’s voice. Thankfully their plan had worked and after listening to Kit plead P’Kim to go into the operation theater, he had finally agreed.
Kit shuddered now, as he remember the blood on his face, his shirt. So much blood…
Thankfully he had kept his phone beside him even at that hour, pensively waiting for a call or a simple message that told him that Kim was alright. But instead, he had received a video call that had shaken him to the core. And that too at 3 in the morning.
So when P’David had arrived at his door, telling him that a helicopter was ready to take him to Pattaya immediately, Kit had already been dressed and ready for it.
“Does my sister know that I’m leaving?” He had asked P’David, not wanting the news to disturb her. “Please don’t tell her.”
“Don’t worry NongIt had been embarrassing for him to face P’Kla, but with the urgency of the matter at hand, he had hardly had two words with him before being rushed into the helicopter and whisked away to Pattaya.
“Kit…”
Now, his head snapped up to look at P’Kim’s form on the bed when his husky voice reached his ears.
He felt his heart thrash against his chest, expecting to see the worst, but this time, there was no blood, and P’Kim looked a lot better as well, even though he was connected to all kinds of machines and tubes and wearing the pale blue hospital gown that made him look even paler.
“P’Kim…” he breathed out, taking slow steps towards the bed.
Kim reached out a hand for him and Kit noticed the tremor, the slight wince on his face and understood that he was in pain. So he rushed over to the side of his bed and took his hand in his, noticing how cold they were.
“Sit next to me.” P’Kim’s voice was hoarse but his tone was soft. Kit swallowed the lump in his throat as he listened to his demand and kept holding his hand tightly, afraid that if he let go, he won’t be able to see P’Kim ever again.
“Kit…”
It wasn’t until he felt moisture down his cheek and felt P’Kim brush away the tears with his other hand that he realized that he had been crying.
“I’m sorry.” He quickly wiped at his eyes, turning to look away from P’Kim. “I…just…I was worried about you.”
“No…I should be the one to apologize, Kit.” Kim sighed, moving his hands away from Kit. “Watching me all wounded and bloody…it must have scared you. I didn’t mean for that to happen…I’m sorry.”
Kit turned back to look at P’Kim in shock. “Why are you apologizing? You did nothing wrong. If it were me in your place, then I-”
“Kit.” This time, P’Kim’s voice was sharp and cutting, almost like a warning. “Never say that again, do you hear me? I never…ever, want to see you get hurt, or hear such words from you ever again! Am I clear?”
Kit swallowed hard. He had never seen P’Kim this angry and even though the anger wasn’t exactly directed towards him, just at the thought of him getting hurt…he nodded immediately, understanding the depth of his concern.
“I promise…P’Kim.” Kit told him, placing a hand over his.
He saw P’Kim close his eyes momentarily, placing his other hand on top of his as a sigh of relief left his lips.
Kit found himself taking in every inch of his handsome face, from the shadows that his long lashes left on his cheek, to the sweep of dark hair that fell onto his forehead in an unruly manner. The sharp rise of his nose, that arrogant jut of his chin and finally the pink tint of his full lips.
He couldn’t believe that he had just taken a bullet. But then again, P’Kim was Jao porHe recalled their time together just before P’Kim had left, almost unable to believe that it was only two nights ago when they had been together. That night, he had noticed the nicks and the cut marks on his skin, ones that had faded a long time ago but had left their shadows on his skin…
If only he had known that this was what he was getting himself into, then he may not have given his heart to P’Kim that night along with his body.
If only one gunshot made him this weak and vulnerable…what about the future? What would happen when P’Kim disappeared from his eyes once again? What happened when he woke up to see him gone from beside him? Will he be able to handle it? Knowing that anything could happen at any time?
When he had asked P’Kim to be more than just a one-night stand, more than just sex…he hadn't expected that his heart would hurt this much when something happened to him.
“What’s going on in that little head of yours?” Kim found himself repeating the words that P’First had told him not too long ago, as he opened his eyes to look into Kit’s worried brown orbs. “If you’re thinking of backing out now…remember that it’s already too late, Kit. I’m not letting you go now that you’ve entered my life.”
“I’m not backing out.” Kit told him now with renewed determination. Because if P’Kim could be this strong despite having just taken a bullet…then as his lover, he would have to be strong as well, because if there was one thing he realized now…it was the fact that he was already falling for P’Kim, and there was nothing that could stop his fall.
“And you should remember that as well,” Kit told him finally. “Because I won’t let you walk away from me either, no matter what happens in the future.”
Kim felt his lips tilt up as he looked at his lover, his heart filled with pride and an unknown emotion that he had never felt before.
Placing a hand on Kit’s nape, he hauled his face down to him then, his lips meeting his in a fury of a kiss that stole his breath away, and make his heart beat a litter faster in his chest.
The road ahead wasn’t going to be easy, he knew that, but in that moment, he also knew that it was impossible for him to let go of the boy that now held his heart in his hands.