𝑹𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒓𝒂 • yeonbin {BOOK 2} ✓

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𝒀𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒋𝒖𝒏 had found beomgyu when he was twelve, the little gargoyle had ten years and glossy eyes full of fear. it was natural for him, an unconscious move after taking care of ruby for years while still in hell; when he crunched in front of the younger and gave him one of his warm smiles. when he offered his kindness and help.

it was hard in the beginning, beomgyu had suffered a lot in the hands of the orphanage, tenebris orphanage, and he was scared of his own shadow, but the royal demon was a patient person, a kind one too, so he gave his all. the younger hardly looked at him, way less let himself be touched, and didn't speak a single word for the first year they knew each other. yeonjun didn't mind, he would talk and tell stories for hours to the other, bringing him candies he bought with the money he was supposed to eat with.

the first time he heard beomgyu's voice, he knew he wouldn't let go of the gargoyle for anything, he knew he had to protect and care for the tiny boy with all his heart. it was a small and fragile, spoke in a trembling and quiet voice, 'thank you'. yeonjun knew he couldn't get beomgyu out of the orphanage, not when he himself was a child, but that day, he promised to try and save him as soon as he could.

beomgyu was nothing like a gargoyle, usually known as brave and athletic since kids, and the only thing giving his species away were the grey wings. he was small and delicate, looking younger than he actually was, and carried such heaviness in his eyes that many times yeonjun thought he wouldn't be able to help. still, he tried, and it was the best thing he could've done. the shorter started to open up more after talking for the first time, started to answer quietly and let out little giggles. years after, beomgyu was the most livid person the demon ever met, with glistening eyes and childish smile, an immense heart and gentle mind. he would always be proud of the gargoyle, of the person he became and of how strong he was since little. he would always love and guard him in his heart, and if he saved beomgyu, then the younger saved him just as much.

yeonjun had a hard time after being disinherited, any kid would, and his mother's death never stop feeling fresh. his little sister, to who he promised to come back after leaving, and the small gargoyle he came to find, were the only thing keeping him going. little dahlia and little bear, his two salvations, his two reasons for sanity, the two kids for who he would try until he couldn't anymore, so they would be kept alive and smiling, so they wouldn't turn out like him; numb and forsaken.

in the end, he was faced with failure. ruby was dead, after years of suffering in hyukjun's hands, and beomgyu was giving up on himself for someone who couldn't be saved anymore.

yeonjun had failed in keeping them alive and smiling.

the king took a deep breath, trying to find in himself the urge to not cry. he had talked with beomgyu hours before, but the heaviness of the conversation didn't appear to want to leave, making him feel sick and restless. his mind seemed to hate him, forcing him to remind of every little thing he lived and went through with beomgyu, of every small smile that turned large after long tries and every expectant gaze the gargoyle gave him when doing something, waiting and needing words of confirmation.

yeonjun felt like throwing up, but ignored it and got up instead, feeling dizzy for a second before making his way to the outside of the castle. he needed comfort, needed something with resemblance of home, and so, he found himself in his mother's grave.