Drabble Collection #2

Kim Jongin || EXO, SuperM || Reincarnation!AU

The moon looked exceptionally more beautiful tonight, the sound of the rain hitting the roof adding to the serene, otherworldly feeling that the night seemed to have; it was raining, pouring in fact, but there was not a cloud in the sky, the moonlight glowing over the sea and reflecting upon the crashing waves and with a deep inhale, I could almost remember that day like it was yesterday.

When, in reality, it was several hundred years ago.

The salt that accompanies the gentle breeze reminds me of home, of you, and I yearn to feel the way your arm feels around me as we watch the seafoam form on the iron sand and the sea drag an unsuspecting piece of driftwood back out with the pull of the waves. It's surprisingly not cold tonight, the stars seem to sparkle brighter and I wonder if the rain feels as warm as it once did all those years ago.

Did it feel warmer because you were there with me, did it even rain that day or was it just the tears that dampened my face that made me think that the sky must have opened up to match my sorrow?

I don't feel his presence beside me, not immediately and I have no idea how long he had been watching before deciding to approach me but I don't realise Jongin's even there until I feel a familiar warmth, smell the familiar scent of home embrace me, when he drapes his jacket over my shoulders before looking up at the moon himself. "You always look at the moon when it's at its full," he whispers loud enough for me to hear him but not enough to disturb the night.

Not that I would mind, I find Jongin's voice to be a warm comfort, like a song that is rough around the edges but yet, sweet and gentle to the ear.

"It's much prettier to look at than the sun," I half-joke, a quiet snort being achieved as Jongin places his hands behind his back and closes his eyes and lifts his face to the rain.

I take this moment to look at him rather than the moon, to appreciate the angle of his jaw, the way droplets run down the strong bridge of his nose and how his lashes dust along his cheeks which gives him a beautifully relaxed feel as his pink, plush lips gently tug at the corners as he subconsciously smiles. I find the similarities between you and him far too often, the softness of his heart or the slight bluntness his words can hold when he's frustrated at me; Jongin manages to demand attention without even opening his mouth but yet, has no control over his emotions - or eyebrows.

Everything he feels, he says. Every curiosity comes with questions. His amazement is never hidden. When it hurts, you know immediately with his eyes. Jongin's a completely open book and he wears his heart on his sleeve - even with him being at risk of being broken.

When will I stop finding you in him, when will you remain as you and Jongin would be just Jongin? Why, after all these years of searching and waiting, did I have to find you in someone whom I couldn't imagine living another year without?

Will he ever be Jongin or will I always see you whenever I look at him?

"You're doing it again," his voice snaps me out of my train of thought and I hum in question, "you're off in another world, one where you aren't with me but you're trying to figure out the meaning of this life you've been forced to live. Can you not just be here, with me, without having to figure out tomorrow, the next day or even the next month?"

His eyes are filled with everything I could ever want to see, the love that I never thought I'd find again after that fateful day, the world I want to live in, all reside within those soft, chocolate brown eyes that seem to shine in the light of the moon.

Caressing his face, I swipe my thumb along his cheek and give him a sad smile, "here?" I look out at the sea, the moon and all the peaceful beauty that surrounds us. "Isn't this almost like our own little world, our untainted slice of serenity that only seems to exist for us?" Jongin takes a step closer, his eyes flitting down to my lips before meeting mine and placing his hands on my waist, "what will tomorrow bring for us, I wonder, will you be here for as long as I need you?"

He nods, not even certain himself if he would be because human lives are so unpredictably short but he's determined to try.

Maybe, just maybe, I can see him as Jongin, without having to see you in every word, gesture and smile. His eyes holds a familiar warmth but there's also a fire you never had. He nose crinkles when he laughs and his hands are calloused from hard work rather than the privileged life you once lived. Yes, you are you and will always forever be in my heart and memory but that is all you are - a memory.

And Jongin, well, Jongin is my future.