𝑹𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒓𝒂 • yeonbin {BOOK 2} ✓

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𝒀𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒋𝒖𝒏 took a deep breath, eyes closed and mind fully focused. he was kneeled in the middle of an empty room, with no furniture or decoration, only him and marks on the walls. the red haired was shirtless, not getting affected by the temperature in the slightest, and his chin dripped blood, making it run down his chest slowly.

he was training.

it was absolutely against every word taemin had told him, saying the demon needed to stay a while without using his powers so his condition wouldn't worsen. yeonjun ignored it. he had spent more time than necessary inside the room, getting himself choked in blood when coughing too hard, or too tired to do much, but he still kept going, kept training, kept expanding his ability.

the truth was, yeonjun felt nothing less or more than numbness after soobin left him, and somehow he couldn't get the angel out of his mind didn't matter what he did. but one thing, just one single thing, made him feel something besides numbness and soobin get out of his head, power. the feeling that crept over his back and whispered in his ear as a curse for more and more, tempting him into doing everything he could to forget the angel.

it felt good, he always liked power way too much, but controlled himself to not drown himself in it, but now? the only thing he needed was the feeling that he could destroy someone, or something, with only a stare. so he ignored taemin's words, he ignored the blood running down his chin, he ignored how he felt tired and ignored his feelings for soobin. yeonjun needed it, he simply needed to feel something.

the two months as a king did a lot to him, almost all positively. hell worshiped him, most part of the population always wanted him as king, and not only finally having it, but discovering he was ridiculously powerful managed to make the adoration bigger. it would always went from the idea of hell having to be ruled by the strongest, and yeonjun was the strongest king the kingdom ever had.

just hell wasn't enough though.

the red haired never did something that hadn't a reason behind, he thought about everything, both a curse and a bless if you ask him. it was extremely useful, but his mind never seemed to stop, trapping him in an endless obsession with controlling everything that happened, or could happen. just like the contract he made with heaven, it was all throughout to be in his favor, even if not looking like it.

in the end, taking limbo over was easy. there wasn't war, invasion, or some violent act, instead, there was yeonjun sat in a room with the council members making every single one of them give up on the kingdom. that or they would get exposed, probably executed for their crimes, and the land would be without a ruler. the council wasn't stupid, and dissolving themselves was way better, even more when the demon had proposed so many things, such as the fact he would get rid of any proof that could condemn them.

people would always be led by their own interests after all, yeonjun just knew how to use that in his favor.

the thought of having two kingdoms satisfied the red haired a lot, if he would be honest. but the fact he was the first ruler of hell that managed to do so, was better. it was the power, always the power.

yeonjun opened his eyes, spitting blood on the floor in front of him. his lungs felt like they were about to collapse and breathing got way too painful, so he was forced to stop the training there, way more when having endured the pain for hours now just to keep on going. the male got up, not letting himself stumble even if he felt dizzy. he was a king now, he wouldn't fall or touch the ground unless he wanted to.

the red haired closed his eyes again for a moment, throwing his head back and chuckling lowly. too good, too filling, too addicting. if he hadn't met soobin, power would certainly be the thing he loved the most. and he had just managed to get more.

yeonjun rolled his shoulders and cracked his neck, feeling his body tensed after staying on the floor for hours. he went to the door, steps steady and firm, he couldn't have nothing less, and unlocked it, immediately facing beomgyu and taemin. his right and left hands. both had a disapproving expression, but not able to stop the demon of doing what he wanted, he was the king after all. that and the fact no one could enter his training room beyond him, so the others could only wait for when he left.

"get yourself ready, we're going to limbo." it was all the red haired said, not minding the stares and grabbing the towel taemin was holding, so he could clean all the blood.

beomgyu hated seeing the cold look on his best friend's eyes, as if he had nothing to feel inside him anymore. he knew yeonjun was way too intense for his own good, causing himself to drown in his own mind and not letting anyone pull him back to the surface, but it still hurt to see it happening.

"you should rest, dan. you were in the room for five hours." the words made the demon halt in place, turning around to stare at the gargoyle. taemin kept quiet, even if worried too, he had got way closer to the royal in two months, enough to know asking him to rest was the worst thing possible.

"i don't have time to rest, beomgyu. should i remind you i have not one, but two kingdoms to take care of?" the red haired spoke coldly, his messy appearance and bloody face not making his aura look even slightly less powerful.

"i know, but you can't do shit while killing yourself. just forget soobin, dan, you can't keep doing this forever." beomgyu only mentioned the angel because he knew he was allowed to, and maybe that was the worst part.

yeonjun didn't dread to hear the male's name or got angry every time he was brought up, if so, the gargoyle could at least know what his best friend was feeling, but the demon always stood indifferent, not a single flinch on his expression or raise in his tone, only the same cold and empty stare. beomgyu didn't know how he was, how he felt, how he was coping with everything or if he started to heal. it was simply two month of nothing, no changes or progress.

"soobin is the last of my problems now." the royal scoffed, waving his hands dismissively, as if the topic wasn't of matter. "just get ready, i need to take care of things in limbo." he turned around to leave, but stopped for a moment, looking to the side so both were staring at his side profile. "taemin. meet me in my room, i will be there in fifteen minutes."

yeonjun put himself into walking again, cleaning his face with the towel while going through the castle's halls. he always tried not to, he really did, but he still ended up finding himself going to the room, the one with the royal crowns. the male opened the door, another one he was the only who could open, and got inside, standing in the middle of it.

he just stood there, staring at the glass in front of him. the glass that kept soobin's crown inside. it was the jewelry yeonjun had made thinking of him, for him, with the crimson crystals adorning it's dark silver metal that was delicately shaped to form the most pretty crown he ever saw. it was for the most pretty person he knew, after all.

the demon couldn't bring himself into crying, but the lump in his throat still was present. he would never get over soobin, he knew it, but yet he still ignored the fact just as much as his feelings. yeonjun went to that room more than he liked to admit and for reasons he didn't like. it wasn't to see the remains of the old crown his father used and feel the accomplishment of being the king now, but simply because the crown that was placed in the middle of the room still held way too much meaning to him.

soobin still held too much meaning, he still had his heart, his soul and his love. he would always do.

even if yeonjun wished to hate him.

he would look at the crown for a long time, searching, wanting, craving for feeling hate and anger take over his senses and numb the pain and love. it never did though. yeonjun would never manage to hate soobin, even if the angel broke him again and again. the red haired would never let the male break him again, however. it was something he had promised himself just as seriously as when he promised to always go see soobin when they were together.

it was a promise he would keep, didn't matter what. and unlike the one he did to soobin, this promise couldn't get invalidated when they parted ways, because yeonjun couldn't part ways with himself.

unless he died, that is.

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