BL ONESHOTS No.5

¹⁰⁰⁰Ming x Kit

"You're not going to believe this," Ming said, his voice thick with excitement, "but I saw the most amazing thing on my way to work today!"

"What could be so amazing at 6 AM?" Kit mumbled, his eyes still half-closed as he nursed his morning coffee.

Ming didn't let the sleepy skepticism deter him. "This guy, right? He was playing the violin on the street corner. But not just any guy, Kit. This dude was like... a prodigy. The notes just danced in the air, you know?"

"Sounds like you're just trying to make your morning commute more interesting," Kit said, a hint of a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

Ming rolled his eyes. "No, really. It was like the music was speaking to me, telling me something important."

The conversation lulled as Kit took a sip of his coffee, the steam rising up to gently warm his face. "What did it say?"

Ming paused, looking thoughtful. "It said... today's the day."

"For what?"

"To tell you something," Ming replied, his gaze drifting to the floor.

There was a moment of silence, thick with the unspoken words that hung in the air like the scent of freshly brewed coffee. Kit set down his mug, his heart skipping a beat. "What do you mean?"

Ming took a deep breath, his hands fidgeting with the hem of his shirt. "I think I'm in love with you, Kit."

The room felt suddenly too small, the air too still. Kit's eyes widened, his mind racing. He had known Ming for years, shared laughter and quiet moments, but love had never been a topic they ventured into.

"I know it's crazy," Ming rushed on, "and I know you're not... I mean, you're not like that, right?"

"Ming," Kit began, his voice measured, "you're one of my best friends."

Ming looked up, hope sparkling in his eyes. "But is that all we are?"

The question hung between them, as delicate as the first snowflake before it touches the ground. Kit's thoughts swirled like leaves in an autumn storm, trying to grasp the implications of what Ming had just said. He had never seen this coming, never expected it.

"I need some time to think," Kit finally managed to say, his voice barely above a whisper.

Ming nodded, looking a bit crestfallen but understanding. "Okay, no pressure. Just... don't forget to listen to the music, okay?" He gave a small, lopsided smile before retreating to the kitchen, leaving Kit alone with his racing heart and a whirlwind of emotions.

The day passed in a blur for Kit. At work, he found it hard to concentrate, his mind drifting back to Ming's confession. He had always appreciated Ming's fiery spirit and the way he seemed to live life so openly. But love? Between them? It was an uncharted territory that filled him with a mix of excitement and fear.

After work, Kit walked home, the same route he took every day. But today it felt different. The world seemed to be humming with a new kind of energy, the same energy that had vibrated through the notes of the violin that Ming had talked about. The music had touched something deep within him, something that resonated with Ming's words.

When he reached their apartment, Kit paused before unlocking the door. He took a deep breath, steeling himself for what was to come. Inside, Ming was cooking dinner, the aroma of garlic and ginger filling the small space. He glanced up, his expression tentative.

"How was your day?" Ming asked, trying to keep things light.

"It was... a lot," Kit replied, taking off his shoes and hanging up his coat. "I've been thinking."

Ming's heart skipped a beat, his grip tightening on the wooden spatula. "About?"

"About what you said this morning," Kit continued, walking into the kitchen. "I don't know if I'm ready for this, Ming. I mean, we're friends, and I care about you a lot, but..."

Ming's shoulders slumped slightly, but he forced a smile. "I get it, Kit. It's a lot to take in."

They sat down at the small dinner table, the tension palpable as they ate in silence. The only sound was the occasional clink of their forks against their plates. Kit's thoughts were a tumultuous sea, waves of doubt and curiosity crashing into one another.

As they cleared the dishes, Kit turned to Ming. "Could we... I don't know, maybe just try?"

Ming's eyes lit up, hope blooming in them like the first flowers of spring. "Really?"

"Yeah," Kit said, taking a deep breath. "I want to see where this goes."

Ming stepped closer, his hand reaching for Kit's. Their eyes met, and for the first time, there was something more than friendship in the air. A spark, a promise of what could be. They both knew that there would be challenges ahead, but in that moment, all that mattered was the melody of their hearts, finally playing in tune.

They started with small gestures, tentative and sweet. A gentle touch here, a lingering gaze there. They discovered the softness of each other's lips, the warmth of a shared embrace. Each moment was a new verse in a song they hadn't known they were writing together.

As the days turned into weeks, Kit found himself falling for Ming in a way he had never anticipated. The way Ming looked at him, with a fierce love and protectiveness, made him feel seen in a way that was both thrilling and terrifying. It was as if a part of him that had been asleep for years was finally waking up to the warmth of the sun.

But the world outside their apartment wasn't always so welcoming. There were whispers at work, glances that lingered too long. Kit had to navigate the uncharted waters of his own feelings, while also dealing with the judgments of others. Ming, ever the optimist, faced each challenge with unbridled passion, eager to show Kit that love was worth fighting for.

One evening, as they sat on the couch watching the city lights twinkle outside their window, Kit turned to Ming. "I've never felt like this before," he admitted. "It's scary, but also... incredible."

Ming pulled him closer, his arms a warm cocoon of comfort. "We'll face it together, Kit. We're in this symphony now, and there's no turning back."

Their relationship grew stronger, like a plant that had finally found the right soil to thrive in. They learned each other's quirks, laughed at each other's jokes, and held each other through the darkest of storms. The music that had brought them together became the background score to their budding romance, a reminder of the beauty that could be found in the most unexpected places.

But as the seasons changed, so did their dynamics. Kit's introverted nature clashed with Ming's desire for public displays of affection. Arguments arose, feelings got hurt, and the melody of their love story hit a few sour notes. Yet, they didn't let the discord define them. Instead, they used it to grow, to learn each other's rhythms, and to find a harmony that was uniquely theirs.

Their love was a dance, sometimes slow and tender, other times fast and passionate. They stumbled, they stepped on each other's toes, but they never stopped moving. And with each step, each heartbeat, they grew more in sync, more in love.

The months rolled into a year, and Kit found himself standing in front of Ming, a ring glinting in his hand. "I want to spend every morning listening to your heart play its music," he said, his voice filled with emotion. "Will you marry me?"

Ming's eyes widened, a symphony of happiness playing across his face. He took Kit's hand, the ring fitting perfectly, like the final note in a concerto. "Yes," he breathed, "a million times, yes."

Their life together was a crescendo of moments, a tapestry woven with threads of joy and pain. They faced the world hand in hand, their love a beacon in the chaos. And through it all, they never forgot the street corner where the music had first whispered its secret, the moment that had changed the tune of their lives forever.

[No.109. Bye now.]