The air crackled with unspoken tension as Jet stepped into Bible's apartment, his presence filling the small space with an unfamiliar warmth. Bible could hardly believe it—the man who resembled his late boyfriend was now standing just a few feet away. But as their eyes locked, the weight of their connection felt overwhelming, making the moment both exciting and painfully awkward.
“Uh, so… this is your place,” Jet said, glancing around, clearly trying to find something to focus on. Bible sensed the uncertainty in his voice, the way Jet shifted from foot to foot, almost as if he were as nervous as Bible felt.
“Yeah, it’s not much,” Bible replied, forcing a smile. “Just a small apartment above my café. I try to keep it cozy.”
Jet nodded, his gaze drifting around the room until it landed on a picture hanging on the wall. Bible felt his chest tighten as Jet's eyes locked onto the photo—a snapshot of Bible and his late boyfriend, arms around each other, smiling with a carefree joy that now felt so distant.
The silence thickened as Jet's eyes lingered on the image. Bible could see the discomfort creeping into his expression, as though Jet was grappling with seeing a reflection of himself in the photo. The resemblance between Jet and Bible's late boyfriend was undeniable, and the weight of it hung heavily in the air, unspoken but palpable.
“Do you… do you live alone?” Jet asked, his voice softer now, as though the question itself was a way to distract from the unease he felt.
“Yeah,” Bible said quietly, nodding. “Just me and… memories, I guess.”
Jet shifted awkwardly, clearly unsure how to respond to that. The atmosphere between them grew even more tense, the air thick with the unspoken similarities that neither of them seemed willing to address directly.
“So, um… how do you like the area?” Bible asked, grasping at anything to break the silence, his voice sounding more strained than he intended.
“It’s nice,” Jet replied, though his voice lacked the enthusiasm it might have had if the situation were less awkward. He rubbed the back of his neck, looking anywhere but at the photo again. “The café’s great. I really liked the atmosphere earlier.”
“Thanks,” Bible said, his throat tightening. He felt the tension between them grow unbearable, like a weight pressing down on his chest. The conversation wasn’t flowing—it was stuck in this strange limbo of familiarity and awkwardness.
Jet’s eyes flickered back to Bible, and for a moment, their gazes locked again. There was something in Jet’s expression—confusion, hesitation, maybe even guilt—that made Bible’s heart ache. It was like Jet didn’t know whether to lean into this strange connection between them or retreat from it entirely.
Jet cleared his throat, the sound almost too loud in the quiet apartment. “I should probably get going,” he said, his tone shifting to something more formal, like he was trying to escape the uncomfortable reality of the moment. “It was nice to see you again.”
“Yeah, sure,” Bible replied, his voice barely more than a whisper. The awkwardness was suffocating, and he felt like he had lost control of the situation entirely.
Jet turned toward the door, hesitating for just a second. Bible could feel the weight of that hesitation, like Jet was debating whether to say something more, to acknowledge the tension hanging between them.
But instead, Jet simply gave a quick nod, the corners of his lips twitching into a tight smile. “Goodnight, Bible,” he said, his voice strained.
“Goodnight,” Bible echoed, watching as Jet walked out of the apartment, the door closing behind him with a soft click.
The silence that followed felt heavier than before. Bible stood there, staring at the closed door, his heart pounding in his chest. He had thought seeing Jet again would bring some kind of closure, maybe even clarity. Instead, it left him more confused, his emotions tangled up in the strange connection they shared.
With a sigh, Bible leaned back against the counter, his thoughts a whirlwind of questions and uncertainties. He had no idea where this was going—what this connection with Jet meant, or if it even meant anything at all. All he knew was that Jet’s presence stirred something deep within him, something he hadn’t felt in a long time.
And that terrified him.
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FanficIn the wake of tragedy, Bible Wichapas,a young man grapples with the loss of his lover, Jes Jespipat Tilapornputt. a passionate diving instructor who drowned on a seemingly ordinary day. As he navigates the depths of his grief, a mysterious figure...