𝑹𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒓𝒂 • yeonbin {BOOK 2} ✓

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°•𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒈𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 • mention of blood, self-deprecation thoughts, low self-esteem•°

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𝑻𝒉𝒆 angel held his breath, blinking his eyes multiple times when feeling them getting glossy. it wasn't his place, or right, to cry, he wasn't the hurt one, nor the broken hearted one, so it didn't seem fair to cry or feel pain. what it did seem fair though, was if yeonjun ended up hating him or being disgusted by him, soobin would deserve it after all.

the black haired didn't move, he didn't went after the royal demon and asked for forgiveness, it was another thing he didn't have the right to do. instead, he contended himself into staring at the other, feeling his heart beating faster every second and ache because of the distance he couldn't put an end to.

yeonjun was as handsome as ever, his red hair being parted in the middle like always but this time, holding the crown on top of his head. the jewelry was way different than the one hyukjun used, it was made of something similar to tungsten in color and adorned with what soobin assumed to be parts of the blood crystal. it was beautiful, somewhat even threatening, with it's metal distorted to form what seemed to be spikes that were slightly curved into the middle front of the crown, where the biggest crimson crystal stood proudly. it fitted the male in a incredibly scale.

the demon's bicolored wings stood beautifully behind his back, tips touching the ground slightly, and it's dark color matching the back clothes he had on. soobin felt himself holding his breath again when seeing yeonjun with the black suit, nothing underneath and showing a good amount of his chest. the thin chain that wrapped around his neck and went down through the middle of his chest added even more to how expensive, and hot, he looked. either way, the angel could only stare at his stone face, missing the warm smile that was always there.

soobin wished he had saw the other with the same smile on his lips, even if with both not dating anymone. the demon was someone who only deserved happiness, that's what the angel thought at least. too bad he took it from yeonjun, his happiness that is.

the angel sniffed softly, cleaning a tear that managed to fall from his eyes. he couldn't put into words how much he hated himself for hurting the red haired. soobin realized beomgyu was there too, clearly still handsome and playfull, a wicked smile on his lips as he said something to yeonjun, who only scoffed, staring at the male beside him. that's when soobin finally saw taemin beside the king of hell, plump lips carring a small and gentle smile while he talked with yeonjun.

it was nothing much, the black haired would agree with that, only if he hadn't glued his eyes on the hand on the crystalian's lower back. yeonjun's hand. it was selfish, certainly, unfair and sick, but soobin still felt his blood boil with the sight. he had absolute none right of getting jealous, he knew that, but it was something beyond his control.

soobin was ready to throw the idea of staying far away and ripping yeonjun's hand off the other male, completely taken by his possessiveness. he stepped foward, but never managed to continue his way, covering his mouth to not make any loud noise and holding his ribs. the pain was way bigger than the one he was feeling until now, even more than he sharp sting he felt when going to limbo. he could feel it bleeding too.

the angel closed his eyes, giving a couple of steps back to lean on some building's wall since he was already getting weak, making supporting his own weight quite hard. he breathed out heavily, bending himself foward and staring at the ground, tears flowing down his face uncontrollably. fuck himself for being such a slut and sleeping around.