Kit Kat | Mingkit ✔️

Chapter 17: Not safe

"P?" He asked, rushing over to me instantly.

I smiled sheepishly at him.

"What happened?" He asked, "who did this to you? I swear I'm going to hurt them! How could someone do this?" A million questions splattered out of his mouth.

So he wasn't angry at me then?

"Why in the world would I be angry at you!" Ming gasped.

Ahh I had spoken out loud.

"I'm angry at whoever did this to you! So tell me who it was so that I could mess them up-"

"I tried asking," Pha sighed, "he won't tell either of us." He nodded over to where Kit was standing beside me.

Beam shook his head in acknowledgement.

"I think he just needs to rest for now," Pha spoke, a little sigh escaping his lips once again.

"You better tell us tomorrow," Beam sassed, "I'm going to break his arms and feed them to vultures."

"And then break his legs too." Ming joined in.

They both high-fived each other, making me roll my eyes.

I would love to do that to Nai too but to be honest I just wished I never saw him again. I wish he just disappeared from the face of the earth. That way I was sure I could forget the whole escapade.

"What are you doing here?" I asked Ming, smiling a little, happy that he had come to see me though the reason was unknown.

"I just felt like seeing you." He told me simply, coming to put his arm around my waist.

My heart fluttered.

It was funny how only Ming could make me feel this way, it was a weird that I never really liked him before. I must have been mad.

"I'm going inside now," I told my two best friends, "I'll see you guys tomorrow."

"Take some rest Kit," Pha smiled sadly at me. I nodded my head at him.

Beam gave me a quick hug, and then both of them were on their way, chatting silently between them as they walked down the hall way.

I then pulled Ming inside my room.

"I didn't know you liked to get into fights P," Ming said, coming to sit next to me on my bed.

He the examined the big bruse on my left cheek, and winced.

"I didn't get into a fight Ming." I told him with a sigh.

He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, "then how did you manage to get this?" He gently brushed his thumb over the purple wound on my face.

"I just..." I sighed. I really count tell him. "I just fell," I lied.

I didn't feel like explaining to him what had happened. Perhaps another time. I'm sorry Ming.

He didn't question me further on the topic, which I was thankful for.

Instead, he got up and walked over to the mini fridge which was in my room.

"Do you have any ice P?" He asked, sticking his head out from the fridge. "I'm sure it'll feel faster if you put ice on it."

I shook my head, "No I don't."

"I'll go to the shop to buy some for you then P."

"No don't," I stopped him beofre he could leave, "I'll be fine. I'm sure it'll go soon anyway."