Magic Boy

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Are we going to be all right?

Like all right all right?

Those were the thoughts racing through Ming's mind. Was he this lovesick for him before?

Maybe.

Maybe not?

He quite confused at himself at this point.

It's possible, but not like this. Never been like this, anyway. He was slightly lovesick but, with a chance to make this all work, he was love unnerved. There was so much at stake for everything they had.

On the other side, there was good ol' Kit. He was busying himself. He was also multitasking with his thoughts – thoughts of Ming, that upcoming date, that oncoming tremor of love that Mingkwan will propose to him, and rebatedly, would he accept it?

The screen went from site to site. Site to site, sight to sight. He was distracted and busying himself. Then, he clicked something by accident.

"Oh shit!"

The screen said something like, Payment has been made. Kit's eyes went wide as he realized that he just entered most of their money to some random scribble of numbers. This was their savings from all the videos and gigs they've done. This was most, if not all their money saved up.

Instant horror crept inside him. He couldn't move. His legs tried to move as his mind went from staying there to trying desperately to move him to the bed where he could confoundingly shelter himself away. Away from everything in life, away from himself.

In his distraught state of mind, he felt guilt. Toxic and unwitting guilt for his mistake. He felt drowning and the evening sounds of crickets and the occasional wind rushing through the leaves of trees became muffled and scattered out into the abyss of his own damned mind.

"Shit," he exclaimed in a whispering voice as it cracked out into the empty wind. Stressed and distraught, he felt low. Lower than when he entered this business, lower when he felt that life wouldn't get better for him.

Kit was always like this.

Always the one who fussed and became quite saddened and depressed at his own actions, he was always solitary. With himself, he vastly felt superior and unwittingly protected than most people would be. People always needed security but a lonesome person such as him, most definitely.

He crouched down his upper body towards the keyboard as he let himself drift off. He was scared.

"You alright?"

Mingkwan's voice came into his range. He continued staring into, well, nothing. Ming was concerned.

Well, anybody'd be concerned had they seen anyone appearing so dreading and staring into space and darkness.

Kit, always opportunistic in himself, answered swiftly as soon as he registered Mingkwan's voice of concern.

"Yeah," Kit replied as he lifted himself up and tried brushing off his own little guilt. "I'm fine, just tired."

He looked back into Mingkwan's eyes and felt guilty. He felt small.

He was already small as it is.

Mingkwan, on the other hand, knew something was wrong. He wasn't as oblivious as he was always said to be. Well, in that sense, nobody ever is. But, in his own, he tried to brush it off even if concern was rocking him to his very core.

"Yeah, just need to lie down and sleep is all."

Kit knew that Ming wasn't as naïve as he made him sound. Kit tried to placate Mingkwan as he knew he was a little obvious in emotions even if he does pride himself in being a good masker of it.