𝑹𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒓𝒂 • yeonbin {BOOK 2} ✓

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𝑻𝒉𝒆 red haired had his eyes focused on the window, watching as the sun started to rise and gently caress the skin of the angel beside him, who was sleeping peacefully. he, differently from soobin, didn't manage to sleep a single minute, even if taken by tiredness. yeonjun's mind didn't seem to want to shut up and his heart was aching too much for him to be able to close his eyes, the younger's words replaying in his mind like a broken record, meant to torture him in an endless sequence.

'i could never hate you too, danny.'

yeonjun closed his eyes for a second, trying to forget every word and letter, but failing for the nth time since the sentence was spoken. he didn't want to remember them, to hear or to feel his heartbeat increase by them. he couldn't let his heart take over him again, get in the way and ruin things that weren't meant to get ruined. he couldn't love soobin, yet, he still did.

the male turned to the side, staring at the angel's peaceful face and parted lips, the light from the soon to be fully rose sun delicately painting his skin in a golden hue, making him look even more beautiful through yeonjun's scarlet irises. he ran his eyes on every little detail of soobin's face, memorizing every single porous and mole, counting his eyelashes and watching his nose get slightly scrunched from time to time, probably from a dream.

yeonjun raised his hand, almost touching the taller's cheek, but never really finishing the move, retracting his arm instead, and turning around before sitting on the edge of the bed. he buried his face on his hands, rubbing the place lightly, and got up, going to the bathroom so he could take a shower. the reflect on the mirror was unpleasant, he had dark circles under his eyes and pale skin, looking sick and barely alive. though, he knew it would get better soon, so he just turned to the side and got inside the shower, turning the water on.

the warm water managed to relax his muscles, a much needed relief, and he closed his eyes, focusing on the small peaceful time he had before everything went downhill. yeonjun didn't take long in the shower, cleaning himself considerably fast before stepping out and drying his body. his eyes again locked with his reflection and this time, he had a soft color on his face, not seeming as dead as before. he couldn't gather courage enough to look straight into his eyes though, dropping them to the sink and letting out a sigh.

yeonjun made sure to open the bathtub's tap so it would get filled with lukewarm water, and went back to the room, where he dressed himself. he stood beside soobin for a moment, averting his eyes to the ceiling as if it would have all the answers and solutions he needed, before bending himself and gently taking the body chain and choker off the younger, picking him up after. soobin nuzzled on his shoulder but didn't wake up.

the red haired gently placed the angel inside the now filled bathtub, putting his face against the edge so he could keep sleeping. he knew soobin wouldn't wake up, he usually had a lighter sleep but after every time they had sex the male always went into a deep slumber, body too tired to be awake by small things. a weak and pained smile grew on the king's lips, but he ignored it, letting it merge with the pain in his heart and leave his features naturally. there wasn't anyone watching either way, so he could let himself hurt.

yeonjun took his time to clean the black haired as softly as he could, his fingertips having a feather like touch as he took any trace of sweat and cum off the male. he did everything attentively, using the products he knew soobin liked, spreading body oil on his skin gently and washing his hair with tenderness. when the angel was scented by dahlias and clean of any substance, the demon picked him up again, laying him on the bed before drying his body.

the king used the towel to dry soobin's hair, being careful to not use too much strength and wake the male up. after he was satisfied and sure the angel was completely dry, he opened one of the drawers and picked a peach colored panties, sliding it on the younger before grabbing the body lotion the angel always used. it was amusing how he knew every little thing from soobin's routine, the order of products he used in the shower, the lotion he liked, how he knew soobin moisturized his skin after taking a bath and before getting dressed, and even the lip balm he liked the most.

of course he knew, though. yeonjun payed attention to every little thing soobin did, everything he liked or disliked, the weather he preferred and the skirt he used more. he memorized even the smallest habit from the taller, the things that made him smile and the ones that brought a glisten to his eyes. the red haired would never forget any of these things, they would always be kept hidden in his heart, even if the angel left his life.

yeonjun gently grabbed the black haired's left leg, spreading the body lotion delicately so the chain marks wouldn't hurt. he had healed soobin already, but left the chain marks, knowing that just like hickeys, the taller would want them to stay. he ran his hands through soobin's skin, small sighs of contentment leaving the sleeping male's lips from time to time until the king was done.

soobin always looked so pretty in the older's eyes, he had delicate and soft features, a tall body and petite waist, black hair and chocolate eyes, feathery white wings and a natural pink hue on his cheeks. yeonjun was sure to cherish the image forever, along with the male's sweet and low voice and his endearing smile, that looked even better when accompanied by the happy shine on his eyes. it was the prettiest thing he ever saw, touched or had, and it would always be, soobin would always own his heart, even when he worked so hard to not have one anymore.

the red haired dropped his body foward, between the angel's legs, and rested his forehead on his stomach. he felt like crying, like sobbing his eyes out until he was reduced to nothing, until there was anything else for him to cry for, hurt for and die for. yeonjun hugged the male's waist, letting the flowery and sweet scent take over his senses as a caress to his soul, a moment of peace to his mind and a home to his heart. his eyes burned, but not a single tear was shed, only a shaky breath leaving him as he let his nose and lips brush against the younger's skin.

yeonjun's heart was filled with hurt, drowned by pain and sorrow, reminded of mistakes and flaws he had and was responsible for. before pulling away and leaving the room, while still with closed eyes, arms around the taller's waist and lips against his skin, he let out the secret words, the small whisper that even himself could barely hear, the feelings he carried hidden inside himself and would probably do for eternity. the answer for soobin's three words.

"i love you too, darling. i promise i do."

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