✘ k^2? :3
✘ my muse finding out they are infected and telling yours.
kyo can’t keep it up for much longer, he knows. kit keeps shooting him concerned glances, keeps trying to shuffle closer, and kyo, making excuses to step away, worries. worries because it’s so short, the time he has left with kit, and he can’t put an exact time on it and what if kyo just has the crippling urge to lean over and-
no. no! minkyo could never hurt kit, not even if there was a gun pressed to his temple and a stern voice demanding it.
and so... the only logical conclusion is that whatever is about to happen to him is going to turn him into someone... something... something not minkyo. the idea makes the lump in his throat swell even more. the idea has him turning and asking kit if they can go somewhere private for a minute. and kit, with his wide eyes, nods wordlessly and follows behind him.
when they’re alone, kyo turns, and takes a minute just to study him. he’s so... beautiful. he always has been. he’s always thought it, right back from that first minute, that first day when he was making noise in his room, the room that shared a wall with kit’s, at 3am because it’s the only way he could think of to get his beautiful neighbour to notice him. thought he was beautiful even when kit stared at him with fire in his eyes and poison in his words. even more so, actually.
he doesn’t realise there are tears in his eyes until one of them drips off the sharp edge of his jaw. “sorry,” he says quickly, his voice shaking, “god, sorry. i’m sorry.” his eyes stay trained on kit’s as he reaches for his collar and pulls his ragged shirt down to expose the gaping, savage bite a zombie left on his left shoulder, ending over his collarbone, the very collarbone kit litters with kisses when kyo’s feeling miserable.
his smile is watery, his instinct to protect kit’s feelings hitting him like a truck. “they, um, they got me, kit. it... i didn’t hear it coming.”