𝑹𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒓𝒂 • yeonbin {BOOK 2} ✓

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𝒀𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒋𝒖𝒏 woke up in the early morning, hell's sun almost having just rose. he had his arms wrapped around the angel, who's face was hidden on his neck and body was pressed against his. it was almost as if soobin was scared to let go. the red haired pulled away slightly and when the view of puffy and red eyes and cheeks got in his sight, he knew the younger cried.

the king let out a sigh, fully disconnecting himself from the other and caressing his cheek softly before sitting on the edge of the bed. he wouldn't comment about the obvious fact something happened when he was asleep, it was clear enough that soobin didn't want to talk about it, not let him see, otherwise he wouldn't have break in silence and during the night. yeonjun couldn't force the male to talk, to lean on him, didn't matter how much he wanted soobin to do it.

the demon ran his eyes through the room, blank expression on his face as his thoughts were running wild. his eyes dropped to the floor, hands going to his hair before nervously rubbing his face. he regretted it. yeonjun didn't want to, but he regretted telling soobin about his mother. it was something too personal, too important, too raw and too difficult, the queen was the part of himself he was most proud of, the part of himself he cherished the most, and telling soobin? talking about it to someone that wouldn't stay, to someone that he would lose one way or another? it made everything worse.

yeonjun had seen the small glimpse of whatever it was in the angel's eyes, but was it really enough like he thought? he loved soobin, with all his being, maybe more, maybe with things he didn't even have or things he lost. he loved soobin more than anything, he cared for the male more than he did with his own kingdom, and seeing the male hurting? seeing him with puffy eyes and a broken heart, seeing him hiding his hurt, it pained him.

the red haired could take it, the pain, the heartbreak, the one sided love, the lost, but he couldn't take soobin's hurt. it was out of his hands already, his feelings for the taller, and keeping on giving his heart, keeping on giving pieces only to not receive them back? was it worth it? was having soobin worth it? maybe he was the one making the angel's pain bigger, maybe being there was the actual problem, maybe he should give soobin up.

the black haired had promised him, to let him pick his pieces, but was crying while hiding something close to keeping the promise? did soobin even mean it? did he wanted to have his pieces picked by yeonjun? maybe not. maybe the king was being too selfish, keeping the other by his side just so he could have him during the short time he had left. he could take the hurt losing soobin made him feel, so maybe he should let the male go, for him.

yeonjun would rather spent his time without his love, the world he managed to have after his mother's death, than to let soobin hurt more. he would die anyway, so killing his own heart a little earlier shouldn't make a difference.

the demon let out another sigh, closing his eyes when feeling two arms wrap around his waist and hug him from behind. soobin placed his cheek on the older's back, humming quietly with how warm and comforting it was.

"you okay?" the angel asked softly, placing a small kiss between the demon's wings, right on his spine, before going back to place his cheek there. yeonjun kept silent for a moment, not even touching the male back, as if thinking how he should answer, or act.

"yeah. don't worry, love."

love.

not darling.

soobin furrowed his brows softly, paying attention to the word for the first time. it started after they met in limbo, when they saw each other after months apart, and it was never replaced since. yeonjun didn't call him darling since they fucked in the alley. the angel couldn't find a reason that could explain why, but it shouldn't be much, the demon still called him gently and with care, so it didn't matter if it was love or darling, as long as it was him saying it.

though he wondered if during the night, the word had escaped the king's lips without permission.

"you sure? yesterday was a lot for you." yeonjun almost let out a tsk, it wasn't him that cried during the night, how could he even care if the day before was a lot for himself? the only thing in his mind was soobin and how the previous day was a lot to him.

"yes." the black haired hummed softly, taking his arms out of the other and getting off the bed. he went around it, pushing yeonjun's shoulders to take his elbows out of his knees, and sitting on his lap after. soobin pecked the demon's lips gently, a small smile on his face as he caressed the male's face with the tip of his fingers. he knew he looked like he had cried and it was okay, he didn't mind. soobin knew the older respected him enough to wait for when he was comfortable to talk about whatever happened.

"i missed waking up beside you." yeonjun let out a small smile with the words. he almost hated the younger for saying things of the sort when not loving him, but could only bring himself to love the words and the male even more. it was unfair.

"me too. you look so pretty in the morning." the red haired raised his hand, running his fingers under the other's eyes and cheeks. he wanted soobin to know he saw it, that he knew he cried, and that he loved him either way. "then again, you always do."

soobin felt his cheeks burning, the way the king looked at him was so intense he didn't know how to react. yeonjun's eyes always carried warmth, but at that moment they were glistening secretly under the light, almost as if whispering words that no one else should hear if not the taller. it made the angel's heartbeat increase so much he wondered if yeonjun could feel it, it made his skin tickle and body flood with warmth. he didn't want to get looked by anyone else, only and always yeonjun.

the red haired let out a chuckle with how soobin got flushed, tucking a strand of hair behind his ear. i love you. it was on the tip of his tongue, begging to be spoken, but never actually leaving his lips. the three words shouldn't be said, yeonjun knew it, not receiving them back one time was enough. it happened more than he wished it would, though, the times where he wanted to tell soobin he loved him, like when he saw him after months for the first time, like when he went to heaven, like when soobin said all that things to his mother, like when the younger pulled him closer so he could rest, and like in that moment.

so instead, yeonjun pulled the male closer and kissed his lips, he held his face softly and caressed his waist. the king whispered a million i love you's with his fingertips, running them on the taller's thighs and skin, cherishing soobin like he was the prettiest flower, the most crystalline tear, the purest being and his own heart. it was a kiss, but it carried every single letter of the three words yeonjun couldn't say.

soobin started to cry.

it was gentle and soft, almost a caress on his cheeks, but it was there, raw and pure as ever. yeonjun pulled away when feeling the wetness on his fingers and the saltiness on his lips, then he smiled, the warm and caring smile soobin liked so much, and it was accompanied by the glistening of whispered secrets on his eyes. the demon gently ran his fingers through the younger's cheeks, cleaning the tiny and shining crystals that had left his eyes.

"don't cry, love. it's okay." the red haired pecked soobin's lips softly, then his forehead and slightly wet cheeks after. he connected their foreheads, brushing his nose gently on the younger's and caressing his hair. "i'm here."

"i-" the angel choked in his words, as if he had to say something, desperately, but couldn't discover what it was. yeonjun kissed his lips gently and squeezed his waist, making soobin let out a small moan while holding the older's bare biceps and shoulder.

"i'm here." the demon said again, like he wanted to make sure the other had heard and understood it. he ran a hand through soobin's wing, caressing the feathers close to his backbone while kissing his cheek gently, nose running softly on his skin. the angel moaned, closing his eyes and feeling the touches on him, intense and raw, like yeonjun was touching his soul before his body. "let me in, love. i will take care of you."

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