𝑹𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒓𝒂 • yeonbin {BOOK 2} ✓

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𝑺𝒐𝒐𝒃𝒊𝒏 was sat on the edge of the bed while playing with his own feathers calmly, the king was behind him, drying his hair gently after both had took a long shower. this time, the angel didn't have any complains about the lack of shower products like in the day of the war, it seemed that even if they broke apart, yeonjun still got everything he had asked and let it rest untouched in his bathroom. it was refreshing to see the bottles weren't untouched anymore.

the red haired ran his hands delicately through the angel's locks, drying them with a towel. he liked to do things of the sort with the younger, taking care of him and showing his affection in non verbal ways. it was the only way he could do it, after all. though, he hoped that grasping on soobin's unspoken words and secretive eyes was enough, otherwise he knew there wouldn't be a next time to drying the angel's hair or hugging him to sleep.

"are you hungry?" yeonjun asked softly, realizing the male seemed too distracted with his own thoughts. he didn't know about soobin, or anyone else, but being lost in thoughts was never a good thing to him, not with his mind at least.

"a little. can we eat the berries you gave me before? oh! and can we have biscuits too?" the black haired started to get excited with the idea, hell had so many different things to eat, food he wasn't used to, and trying a bit of yeonjun's homeland meals and food seemed like knowing a different part of him. the demon chuckled, kissing the top of the male's head gently.

"it's called midnight blackberries and yes, we can have biscuits. i know you like rose tea too, so i can ask for someone to make it for you." soobin nodded his head, a small smile on his lips. he didn't know why, but it seemed like he could realize every little thing the older did now, like how he knew he liked rose tea, or how he broke the silence when he was getting immersed in his thoughts, or how he had all the shower gels with dahlia scent because it was soobin's favorite one, or how when they were showering he spread body oil on his skin without the taller saying anything because last time the angel asked him to do it.

"thanks, danny." the younger looked up to yeonjun, who was standing behind him, with a smile. the demon had been loving him for so long now, he regretted not realizing it earlier, all the little things and small acts he did hidden behind a gentle smile, a gentle smile that was only for him. the king only hummed, giving him a peck on the lips before going back to what he was doing. soobin was happy, truly, as if the weight of so many doubts had been lifted from him after he realized so many things. "can we go out after eating? i want to take you somewhere."

"of course, love."

the red haired felt warm inside, his heart beating as if finally finding the right rhythm, and it was most definitely because of the angel. it was maybe worrying, to feel that way when there wasn't any certainty between them and when about soobin's feelings, but he couldn't bring himself to care. even if bond to end, he was fine with that moment, with that warmth and that happiness of having the angel, maybe it was fake, maybe momentary, but it was everything he could never ask soobin for; love. it was tricking himself into thinking the male loved him just as much as he loved the taller.

if he had to die, then it could at least be believing the love of his life wasn't lacking feelings for him back. maybe self-preservation played a part on the topic, to not let him drown in an one sided love he never asked for, but couldn't exchange for anything.

the tranquil moment was broken by the door getting thrown open, taemin stepping inside while looking quite distraught.

"dan- fuck, sorry, i didn't know he was still here." soobin narrowed his eyes to the crystalian, he didn't really have reasons to dislike the male, but he still did. way more when he just burst inside yeonjun's room without even knocking, with the demon having only boxers on. the angel couldn't even think about the possibility of the red haired having nothing at all.