𝑹𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒓𝒂 • yeonbin {BOOK 2} ✓

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°•𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 • this chapter contains smut scenes. feel free to skip it if you're not comfortable•°

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°•𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒔 • exhibitionism, humiliation, degradation•°

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𝑻𝒉𝒆 angel held his breath, squeezing his own thigh to try and control his reactions. he wasn't the best in controlling himself when yeonjun was close though, as if his body reacted for itself, completely guided by his heart, and probably soul too.

the demon let out a small chuckle, moving his hand and grabbing the fragile flower from soobin's hands, twirling it gently on his fingers while staring at it. yeonjun smirked, using his other hand to turn the taller's face to him, and gently running the soft petals against his cheek.

"don't you think flowers are interesting, soobin? you plant them, water them, watch they grow and wait for their death. then a new flower blooms, and dies, and blooms and dies. i always wondered why my mother liked so much to see a being dying multiple times." the older licked his lips, averting his eyes from the angel, to the plant in his hands. "are you planning on watching me die repeatedly, too? to watch something said to reflect me, dying over and over again?"

soobin didn't answer, he didn't know how to, not even how to react. of course he wasn't carrying the flower for such thing, instead, it was because he wanted to remember of yeonjun as much as he could since he would never have him. the red haired chuckled lowly, throwing the flower to the side as if it was meaningless and grabbing the younger's face between his fingers.

"you can't watch something already dead die again, my little angel." the demon ran his free hand on the other's wings, brushing his fingers softly against the white feathers and watching as soobin closed his eyes in satisfaction, like he had been waiting endlessly for the touch. "i must say you look just as dead, don't you? then, i guess killing you won't be a problem, over and over again, so you can burn in hell just as much as i do. would you like that, soobin?"

the black haired opened his eyes slowly, getting welcomed by crimson irises that read every secret hidden among his soul, irises that made his body warm and heart beat. if he was already dead, like yeonjun said, than right in that moment, staring at the demon, he felt alive again. and every little piece of himself that was taken during his life, every scar engraved in his mind and every tear he ever shed, seemed to be worth it.

everything would be worth it if he had yeonjun.

"yes." the king grinned, pulling soobin from the chair and making him stand up before hugging him from behind, arms wrapped securely around the male's waist.

"of course you would. i didn't need to put my mark on you for you to know you belong to me." the red haired ran his hand through the male's side, sneaking it under his cropped shirt and touching the symbol tattooed there gently. soobin moaned softly, heat spreading through his body as if the mark had never caused him pain before, as if it knew from who it was, and would faithfully serve it's owner. "though you seemed to forget it for a while."

yeonjun velvety tone morphed into a low and cold one as he took his hand out of the male's shirt, pressing it on his back and shoving him on the table instead. soobin whined, cheek glued on the surface as the older used his strength to not let him get up.

"i-i didn't!" the angel tried, but was answered with only a tsk, as if his words were completely meaningless.

"of course you did, and i want to know with who it was." yeonjun lowered himself, his chest almost touching the taller's back as he held the male in place. the demon could still feel the angel's wings squeezed between them though, and he knew soobin liked it enough to purr like a kitten and do whatever was asked. "tell me, soobin."