𝑹𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒓𝒂 • yeonbin {BOOK 2} ✓

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𝒀𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒋𝒖𝒏 opened the door of his bathroom abruptly, the strength he used causing the door to slam on the wall loudly. he held himself on the counter before throwing up blood in the sink, his breath was heavy and head hurting like a needle was getting pierced through his brain. the male squeezed the edges of the counter, coughing to a point he had to gasp for air to not suffocate, and painting the sink with more crimson each time.

the ridiculously amount of training was for sure making his body beg for a rest, a huge warning of a soon collapse in each cough and drop of blood he let out. he hated it. yeonjun wanted the power, he wanted it to fill his veins and burn his skin as he felt his heart beat rapidly in pure adrenaline, he wanted the bliss that flooded his mind every time he was reminded he could ruin every single person and every city if he wanted to, but the weakening of his body was getting in his way too much already. he knew of a single thing that prevented him from being that weak, as if a antidote to himself, but he couldn't have it now, not anymore.

the king breathed heavily, panting while trying to control himself to not cough anymore. he was covered in blood, nose bleeding and lips tinted in the liquid's color for throwing up and coughing too much. yeonjun felt dizzy, staring emotionlessly at the dirty sink as he hated every second he felt weak for not being able to go further with his powers. the fact was starting to bother him way too much, turning his hate into anger.

yeonjun gritted his teeth, hands squeezing the counter so hard they started to bleed when cut by the crystal edges of the furniture only to be surrounded by the black fog slightly after. darkness. the red haired liked it a lot, he was obsessed by the ability and what it would do when it's potential was fully developed. darkness was not only a concrete thing, like shadows and lack of light, but it lived inside every being, sneakily making the back of the being's mind it's home. it meant he could get inside someone's head and do a lot of dangerous things, way more when combining it with his mental manipulation.

the demon shoved all the contents resting on the counter to the floor with his arms in a fit of anger. he wanted more, he needed more. the feeling in the back of his throat came back, making him vomit even more blood, but the fog on his hands only got bigger. he was crossing limits now, stepping into a way too dangerous area that could result in serious consequences, forcing his body beyond it's limits.

yeonjun spat on the sink when done throwing up the crimson liquid, his insides burning as if getting shredded and forcing him into vomiting it's remains. he stared at the bloodied view for a second before starting to laugh lowly, as if what happened wasn't warning him of his death, as if he wasn't killing himself. the fog grew larger, surrounding his body and giving him ecstasy even if near a collapse. he laughed louder, shoulders shaking in a creepy choreography for the even more creepy sound; a borderline to insanity.

the red haired stopped laughing when feeling tears running down his face, getting his attention due to the fact that no, he wasn't crying nor wanting to. yeonjun raised his bloodied hand, cleaning the droplets on his cheek before staring at his fingertips, a black liquid dirtying them. he looked up to the mirror immediately, being welcomed by the unusual sight, thick black liquid was getting shed by his eyes, his nose previously bleeding crimson started to leak the same dark substance. yeonjun licked the the tip of the fingers he used to clean his cheek, tasting the black liquid.

it tasted like blood.

the fact made him let out an incredulous chuckle, and he bent down to pick a glass piece of the bottles he threw on the floor, cutting his arm in a single line, black flowing from it. his blood had turned black. yeonjun smirked with the realization, the darkness ability was morphing into himself, into his own dark thoughts and wishes. he had a lot of darkness inside of himself after all, in the back of his mind and between the cracks of his heart. it was consuming him.