Rm really tried to approach Jinnie in many ways but all he got is rejection. Jinnie kept his promise..he didn't even told the secret to Jin. But for some reason he wants to maintain some distance .
RM, with his tousled dark hair and enigmatic presence, leaned casually against a tree. In stark contrast, Jinnie, with his warm smile and bright aura, radiated sunshine. Yet lately, the sun seemed to hide behind clouds, and there was an unmistakable distance in his gaze.
RM had known he was different. A creature of the night, centuries old, he had roamed the earth in shadows, feeding on blood to sustain his existence. But within the labyrinth of darkness that surrounded him, Jinnie had become his illumination.
It had all come crashing down last week during a misguided celebration. RM, under the influence of too much blood—alcohol, that is—had bitten him in a moment of unrestrained desire. A primal instinct had overcome him, and the moment he tasted her blood, a surge of warmth ignited within him. But the aftermath was a spiral of confusion. Jinnie pulled away, frightened and unsure of whom to trust. He had taken a vital part of him being, and now, they were both lost.
As the days passed, RM felt the ache of his absence . He had been plotting how to confess his feelings while desperately trying to keep his distance to protect him—an impossible combination of emotions tangled like an elaborate vine.
“Hey!” Jinnie’s friend, Mia, pulled him from his reverie. “You good?”
“Yeah,” he replied, forcing a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Just...thinking about a paper.”
Mia arched an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced, but her attention soon drifted as Jinnie approached with a group of classmates. RM’s heart raced, a thousand thoughts colliding at once. He needed to speak with him—to explain, to apologize, to reveal the truth about his feelings—but every attempt fell flat against the suffocating weight of uncertainty.
Days turned into a week. In lectures, Jinnie would sit several rows away, his laughter audible but distant, like whispers carried on the wind. RM noticed everything—the way her eyes sparkled when discussing literature, how he nibbled on his pencil while lost in thought. Each moment, a little heartache.
One rainy afternoon, as the thick clouds rolled in and cloaked the campus in a misty haze, RM made his decision. He would confess his love , No more waiting.
He found him sitting alone at a coffee shop, his laptop open but ignored, a steaming mug cradled in his hands. The café, with its dim lighting and warm interiors, seemed like a sanctuary against the wet world outside. He approached cautiously, heart pounding, recalling the way she recoiled when they had last spoken.
“Jinnie,” he began, hesitantly.
Startled, he glanced up. The flicker of surprise in his expression quickly morphed into something unreadable. “RM,” he said, his voice flat, uninviting.
“Can we talk?” He took a deep breath, steel running through him, needing him to understand. He hesitated, but something in his eyes—perhaps it was the vulnerability he rarely let slip—made him nod.
They settled at a small table near the back, the patter of rain outside a soothing rhythm in the otherwise heavy atmosphere. RM looked at him , searching for the right words. “I know things have been... strange since last week.”
He glanced down at his mug, his fingers tracing the rim nervously. “Strange is one way to describe it.”
“Look, I didn’t mean to hurt you. I was drunk , yes, but... I didn’t want to cross that line.” His silence was thick, impenetrable, filled with the echoing remnants of their entangled lives.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. “Why didn’t you explain? All you’ve done is pull away. We known each other for months!"
“I thought you needed space,” RM replied, frustration bubbling beneath his calm facade. “I didn’t want to scare you more. You deserve to choose your path, Jinnie. It’s why I haven’t pushed you.”
“Choose my path?” he echoed, his eyes flashing indignation, a stark contrast to the vulnerability that lay beneath. “What am I supposed to do with that? I’m scared, RM! You—” he paused, drawing in a shaky breath, “You bit me!”
“I didn’t want to hurt you. Not in the way you think,” he insisted softly. “What happened was reckless, yes, but it doesn’t change how I feel about you.”
His gaze hardened, searching his for something genuine. “What do you feel, then?”
His heart raced, each pulse like the ticking of a clock. This was the moment; he didn’t know where it would lead, but he had to speak it. “Jinnie, I love you. I’ve loved you since the day we met. You are…” He faltered, fighting against the torrent of emotions threatening to spill out. “You are my reason for wanting to exist beyond survival.”
Tears pooled in Jinnie's eyes, glimmering like the rain outside. “How can I trust you? After what happened?”
With this, RM felt the weight of his existence crashing down around him. He hadn’t meant for any of this to happen. “You can trust me. I’ve been alive for centuries, yet I haven’t felt anything this real before you.”
The air crackled with tension as he processed his words. Was it possible?
Slowly, Jinnie reached for his hand, his fingers brushing against his cold skin. “You’re not just a monster, then? You’re… you.”
“Just me,” he confirmed, holding his gaze. “Exploring my humanity through you.”
In that moment, something shifted. The unyielding distance that had separated them seemed to evaporate. Jinnie squeezed his hand, the warmth of her grip inching toward his heart, thawing the ice of his existence. For the first time in days, he felt lighter, more alive.
“I—I’ll try to understand,” he said softly, the storm of emotions settling ever so slightly. “But it will take time, RM. I need to process everything. And I also want to tell everything to Jin.. u know nah!"
“I’ll wait,” he promised, relief flooding through him. “I’ve waited centuries to find something worth fighting for. I just wanna be yours. Not only in this lifetime but for forever”
As the rain drizzled outside gently—a chorus of droplets tapping against the windows—he leaned forward, their foreheads nearly touching. In that enveloping moment, amid flickering candlelight and the comfort of shared vulnerabilities, RM felt hope blossom within him. Love, fragile but resolute, was worth fighting for—even beyond shadows and secrets.
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