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Take a Chance

I was sleeping when a sudden bang on my door drummed aggressively through my ears. I checked to see what time it is, finding out that the clock reads a little past two in the morning.

"Who the fuck is this?!" I scratched my head in annoyance. "I'm coming! Stop banging the door!" It's not like my unit is that huge! I can hear you after one or two loud bangs you know ... ?

"P'Kit. I need to say something."

"What do you fuck do you want, Ai'Ming?! It's past two; shouldn't you be sleeping?! You have classes tomorrow morning!"

"I have to say it now." He let himself in. And without even bothering to open the lights, he walked past through me. I don't even have enough strength to bark at him right now. In the middle of the dark, I can see him sitting on my bed and gestured for me to sit next to him.

The room was still sparse of detail, with the little amount of light from the city lights that can trespass the spaces between my curtains this time of the night. 

I was sitting rather anxiously at the edge of my bed with my legs dangling and barely touching the floor. In the dim, I can make out his figure, sitting right beside me. I can barely make out his face, but I can feel every single hint of anticipation wadding up the air around us.

"P'Kit ... I love you. I really do." He said. His eyes were looking deep onto mine. He wasn't kidding. He's dead serious about talking about this in the wee hours of the night.

I can perfectly see his face so close to me right now, even with the problem of not having an open light. He is looking to me so, so intently; I fell deep into his gaze--once again, just like I do every single time.

"That's probably what you say to everyone ... " I am scared. Terrified. Of whatever this is I'm feeling for him right now. These hours are deadly for emotional talk. I am not even sure what's going to happen next.

"Do you really believe I can play with people ... ?" He seems uncertain, from what I can make out of his tone. Other than that, he sounded sad. And I felt like I said something bad. "Everyone keeps calling me a playboy. I thought at least you would not think of me like that."

"Well, is it not true?"

"I'm not a playboy, P'Kit."

"How many girlfriends have you had?"

"Thirteen."

"See?!"

"I was loyal to each and every one of them. I can assure you that." His voice was stern and convicted, unusual for the, most of the time, jolly jokeful Mingkwan that everyone falls in love with instantly, not excluding me. "If anything, all of them left me. I just ... probably ... get attached way too fast for my own good."

"Oh ... " The thought of that never even crossed my mind--him falling in love so easily, him being the one with the broken heart, him being left alone, him the one being hurt, him being loyal. I only heard how many girlfriends he had. I only saw how he treats people, girls in particular. I only saw how everyone treats him back. So I just assumed that ... "I'm sorry ... "

"Is that why you won't date me?!"

"Uhhh ... " I am not going to lie. I hesitated a whole lot because of his "playboy status". I thought maybe he'll easily find someone better than me, so I ended up asking myself what he sees in me every waking moment, rather that actually considering the possibility that he has feelings for me. I disregarded the possibility that he can have true, honest feelings for me.

"Next time, you ask. You have a mouth to speak, and I won't be going anywhere if you want to ask something. You can ask me if you want to know anything." He scolded me. I am usually the one that scolds him like this, since most of the time he'll do something embarrassing in public. But I get it--this time I'm wrong.