Kim:
“P’Kim…” The boy pushed him back with all his strength and jumped back as if he had been burned. “Don’t joke with me, na!"
“I’m not joking.” Kim told the boy seriously. “Ever since I met you in that soup house two weeks ago…it’s all I’ve ever wanted.”
Kit felt faint…like the ground was slipping from under his feet.
“You.”
The instant P’Kim had uttered those words; Kit had known that he was a goner. Hadn't he been fighting his own heart for the longest time? But now…hearing P’Kim say these words…it felt like a fantasy come to life.
But at the same time…it felt so, so wrong.
“This…isn’t wrong…right? This won’t hurt my sister…right?” He asked hesitantly, biting his lower lip as P’Kim came to stand in front of him once again.
“Mai.” And then Kim wrapped his arm around Kit’s waist
