𝑹𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒓𝒂 • yeonbin {BOOK 2} ✓

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𝑻𝒉𝒆 angel felt like he had been waiting for days, even if knowing only an hour had passed. the fact he couldn't stop thinking about who called yeonjun made the time pass as slowly as it could and him get even more nervous than before seeing the king. the thought of yeonjun replacing him by someone else went through his mind more times than he was comfortable with, but every time he reminded himself the demon loved him.

it took only some minutes and reminders for soobin to stop feeling insecure and sad and start feeling annoyed instead. yeonjun was his, whatever person who called him could go back to where they came from and stay as away as possible from the king. the red haired had called him his queen, he had made love to him, he had said he loved him, yeonjun had gave him the necklace with his mother's crystal and had let him meet the woman. the person calling yeonjun in a personal way was delusional if they thought the demon would want something with them, way more if thinking soobin would let them have something.

too much for not even knowing who called yeonjun and what were their intentions.

"i'm here. let's go." the demon appeared out of nowhere and soobin felt even more annoyed now that he was looking at yeonjun. the red haired had started to walk without waiting for the younger and soobin was fast to go after him and stop in front of him, a hand on the older's chest and a deadly look on his eyes. there was no sign of insecurities and fears, only the urge of making clear yeonjun was his.

"who was the one calling you earlier, from inside your office." he couldn't care less if the demon had ended things between them or whatever bullshit, way less if he didn't deserve yeonjun like his mind insisted into making him believe. in that moment, he was back at the confident soobin that raised his brow and talked shamelessly with the older. he was back at the soobin who laid down at night with acceptance of who he was and woke up proud of what he achieved after victor fucked him up.

and in that little moment, he understood. he understood who he was under the hurt and trauma, beneath insecurities and fears.

"what?" yeonjun said in confusion, taking a minute to even remember what the taller was talking about. when he did, though, a smirk took place on his lips; soobin was jealous.

"don't play dumb, you didn't take over limbo in two months of being king for being stupid. who was that and why the fuck they didn't call you by your king title." the red haired blinked in surprise, it had been months since soobin talked and acted like that; like a queen making sure to put their king into place, beside, not above. like equals. yeonjun almost threw away his efforts of pushing the angel away and went back to months before, where he called soobin his queen and would kill to make the male sit on the throne beside him. his heart called soobin, and he wanted to hear it.

"always so possessive." yeonjun licked his lips, the anticipation of what soobin would do burning his heart and filling his mind in bliss. it wasn't broken and scared yeonjun hurting insecure and uncertain soobin, it was just yeonjun and soobin, like it should always be, like what was right. no fear, no crown, no heartbreak and no death sentence, only him and his queen, him and his love, him and his darling.

"shut up and answer the fucking question, daniel." the king felt ridiculously euphoric, because soobin was acting like himself, he was acting like the person he fell in love with, like the strong person that yeonjun had wanted as a queen. it made the red haired realize he didn't ruin the angel, soobin was still soobin, the demon hidden behind white wings and angelic features.

"someone who can't compare to you." the older gave a step foward, getting close enough so he would feel soobin's soft breath against his face. the angel grabbed his face between his hands, looking at yeonjun in the eyes, sharply and confidently.

"you're mine, daniel." the red haired smirked, dropping his eyes to the other's glossy and pink lips, the taste of raspberries making his mouth water as if memorizing the taste of the angel's lips by heart, craving to feel it again.

"am i?" yeonjun tilted his head, going back into looking at soobin's eyes, the glimpse of a demon staring back at him. he knew the black haired was the only person fitted to be his queen, he knew because he was the strongest and most captivating person he ever met, because soobin was powerful without even knowing what his royal ability was, because the taller had him on his hands without even trying and he knew it. soobin knew it when his pain didn't force him to forget, he knew he was the one to own yeonjun, not the other way around.

"you are, and i will kill anyone who tries to have you daniel. i am your queen, i am your love, i am the one who owns you."

"i know." the red haired smiled before connecting his lips with the angel's, a moan escaping his lips with the soft feeling, with how much he missed soobin's lips against his. he put his hand on the younger's waist, pulling him closer as his other hand held the male's nape. soobin gave him passage to slide his tongue inside his mouth, the pointy fangs brushing on his tongue as the king pushed him against the hallway wall.

the black haired wrapped his hand on yeonjun's hair, the ecstasy of finally feeling like himself getting mixed with the older's hands on him and tongue against his. he didn't know what was happening with him, but it felt so right, he was so tired of being fragile, of hurting and getting used. he even killed victor after the male used him like a doll, he felt proud of doing it, and now he spent months sinking into self pity as if everything he did was for nothing? soobin wasn't the scared teen who craved for love and touch, not anymore, and he couldn't let himself believe he still was.

yeonjun was right, better no queen than a weak one. the thing was, he finally realized he wasn't weak at all.

soobin whined softly when the red haired broke the kiss and started to suck on his neck, painting the skin in purple and red. he leaned his head to the side, giving yeonjun more space as he squeezed the male's shoulder and pulled his hair. it was one of those moments he wanted to shamelessly ask to get fucked, to get shoved against the hallway wall and fucked for anyone to see how heretic he was, but he didn't. yeonjun didn't deserve to fuck him after all the bullshit he did and he wouldn't give in this time.

the demon wanted a queen? then soobin would be the queen he knew he was. yeonjun was his, but the empty throne beside the demon was too.

the angel pushed yeonjun away, turning them around and shoving the older on the wall instead. he licked his lips while staring at the other, half lidded eyes and flushed cheeks getting in the king's view like a curse, enchanting him into want. soobin ghosted their lips together, feeling yeonjun squeeze his waist, and used his fingers to grab the older's face and turn it to the side. he then licked the male's throat slowly, placing a kiss under the jawline before starting to mark yeonjun.

soobin bit the skin enough to almost drawn blood, sucking it after and marking it in deep shades of red and purple. in sequence of every hickey, he kissed and licked the marked skin slowly, his hand caressing yeonjun's hair the whole time and moving his head as he pleased. the demon had a rapid breathing, small curses leaving his lips as he tightened his grip on the taller while pulling him closer.

the angel smirked when yeonjun pulled their hips to touch, immediately stopping his work on the king's neck and stepping back while licking his lips. soobin tilted his head, biting his lips to control his craving to get fucked, and turned around, starting to walk in the direction of the door who led to the garden of the castle as if nothing had happened. yeonjun wouldn't get things the way he wanted anymore.

"are you coming?" he said boringly, staring back at the demon with an innocent face, that didn't match the glisten of his eyes at all.

yeonjun could be the most powerful being alive, but it was soobin, and only him, who had power over him.

and he wouldn't let himself forget that now.

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