𝑹𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒓𝒂 • yeonbin {BOOK 2} ✓

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𝑺𝒐𝒐𝒃𝒊𝒏 didn't cry, he didn't ask why nor did he beg for it to be different when yeonjun spat the words at him. he just blinked, in complete disbelief, and left. the king was a fucker, a bastard playing with his feelings like if he was a doll and maybe soobin was sick enough to not want to leave fully, to still not want to give up the demon, but he could still be pissed.

the first days after the balcony fiasco he spent in absolute anger, his blood boiling only by thinking about yeonjun and his cold face, but each day that passed he became less angry and more hopeless. he was tired, really was, but he couldn't bring himself into not believing the male's love. soobin had to grasp on the thought something was holding yeonjun back, something was making him hesitate, it was the only possible explanation when the older had gone through thick and thin to show him love, only to throw everything away out of nowhere.

soobin wouldn't humiliate himself though, not anymore. he could not want to give up, could still believe in yeonjun, but he wouldn't humiliate himself for the male, or anyone for that matter, ever again. he was exhausted of all the bullshit and how he felt like trash, tired of crying himself to sleep and trying to seek for flaws in himself that explained why nothing worked. at least that the king had done, told him in his face how the whole problem was because he didn't want it to work.

"bastard." the angel whispered to himself, not angrily, not sadly, but mischievously. yeonjun wanted to play, then soobin would play, then he would show who he was trying to fuck up and who he was losing while doing so. he had finally snapped.

a smirk grew on the black haired's lips as he looked at himself in the mirror, satisfied by the outcome of his choice of clothing. it was the day of the ball, the official event jungkook had told him about before he went after yeonjun, and he knew the demon would be there with his sickly cold face and dead eyes.

soobin was sure his mother wouldn't really like the whole thing though, but he didn't care enough. rhea wasn't his mother by heart, only blood. he barely knew her and wouldn't start loving her endlessly only because he discovered he had her blood. it didn't work like that, didn't matter if he wanted to or not, son and mother relationship didn't come from blood, it came from heart and care.

he tilted his head, humming a song as he wrapped the crimson necklace around his neck and let it rest between his collarbones. soobin wasn't really sure of what happened between the time of a week he last saw yeonjun and now, he was hurting and sad, but somehow, he never felt better, as if he was ready to end the demon if he wanted to. he wasn't a scaredy bunny seeking for comfort, he was the queen he knew he was always supposed to be. and yes, he would cry and hurt, but he would do it for himself, not for yeonjun, not for his mother and not for whoever it was. he didn't need comfort anymore, nor did he want it.

maybe yeonjun had finally managed to turn him insane.

soobin ran his hands through his hair, messing the strands enough to look careless, but not lazy. then he opened the lipstick and painted his lips methodically with it, the plump flesh contrasting drastically with his pale skin and matching the color of the dress he had on. it was something he was familiar with, something he craved for, but something he was never bold enough to wear, until now. crimson.

the angel had a long sleeve crimson dress tight around his body, with his collarbones left exposed as the sleeves rested under the curve of his shoulders. it was just as bold as the color he had used on his lips, with a slit on his left thigh that, if he used the right way, could showcase the red lingerie he had underneath, and was paired by black high boots he managed to convince taehyun to tell where to buy. even if crimson, his lips were still glossy and there was black eyeliner darkening his gaze and making him look more like a demon than an angel.

soobin was dressed like the queen of hell, not the person everyone decided to use and see as weak.

he could lie, could say he hated it and liked the bright and lighter clothes more, but he felt so hot, so sinful and so shameless for dressing like that while being an angel that he absolutely loved it. the male couldn't even wait for yeonjun's reaction, he doubted the demon would manage to keep his dick in his pants and honestly, soobin didn't mind. he wanted to get fucked so hard he would feel drugged, wanted yeonjun to mark him and let him leaking his cum out of his hole. and he wouldn't be angry when the demon left him after ruining him, because he would make sure to be the first to leave.

yeonjun would be very well reminded there was no one like soobin, no one as perfect for the demon. he would be reminded he would always crave for the angel.

soobin was sat on the chair of the table he had in his room, finally done with his makeup and outfit. he reached for a knife he had grabbed hours earlier, and opened his legs, pulling his dress up enough so he could see his inner thighs fully. then he smirked, cutting a thin and small line close to his crotch, it was so small it barely hurt, but he knew would be enough. he knew yeonjun would smell his blood from meters away even if the cut was thin and small, and he knew it would be enough for the demon to lose any control he thought to have. what could soobin said? he wouldn't mind getting fucked in front of his family, it already happened before anyway.

unfortunately enough, the angel couldn't put up the jealousy card on yeonjun, as the male was not possessive at all because he knew soobin would always be his. if he could, he would do that too, only to see the demon break more, only to see the cold expression turn into something else. though, he still needed someone as company to the ball, as it was mandatory to for whatever reason he couldn't understand, and since kai had eha, taehyun had beomgyu and hoseok had yoongi, he opted for inviting jackson, the gargoyle guard and past fling. he was sure to make clear nothing would happen and they would go as friends though, and jackson was completely okay with it, as even if they fucked before, they came to built a somehow friendship after the late nights of sneaking into soobin's room ended.

soobin tried to ignore the fact yeonjun would need to have someone as company too, way more as he wasn't free of jealousy like the older was, but he figured there was no reason to worry now, not when he would only see the little thing the king would bring later. he knew he would probably have another attack of possessiveness anyway, so better leave it for the right moment. the right moment where he would make sure to talk to them while having yeonjun's cum leaking from his fucked hole.

the angel pulled his dress back down when sure the cut was deep enough to bleed, and threw the knife on the table carelessly. the sound of a knock on the door was heard no long after, and soobin stood up, opening it and coming face to face with jackson. the gargoyle blinked a single time before looking him up an down, soobin could see him swallow hard and lick his lips, which was enough of an answer that he chose the right thing to wear.

"prince soobin..." the older's eyes were kept on his legs for more than necessary, but soobin didn't mind, the gargoyle could look all he wanted. when jackson's eyes finally averted to the angel's ones, he smiled. "ready to go? i believe your majesties are already in the ballroom, along with your siblings and their partners."

"yes, let's go." soobin stepped in the hallway and smiled to the shorter, feeling jackson put a hand on his lower back. it wasn't a gesture with second intentions, only meant to led the angel foward and as the pair he was supposed to be that night for the royal. "i'm excited." the black haired said softly, a small sly smile on his crimson lips as he walked through the hallway along with the gargoyle. "i've never been in a ball before. i can't wait."

of course he couldn't wait. he couldn't wait for how he would break yeonjun's little act as if it was made out of dry and thin clay.

yeonjun would see how well he could handle the game.

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