𝑹𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒓𝒂 • yeonbin {BOOK 2} ✓

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𝒀𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒋𝒖𝒏 was sat on the main table, a crystal glass of wine on his hand, the burgundy colored drink slipped through his lips before filling his mouth with the taste of alcohol and making the event a little more bearable. chanhee was beside him, looking as pretty as ever in a long black dress that was tight on his petite waist, the thin straps of the clothing giving a clear view of his collarbones and neck, where a choker was wrapped. the blood fairy suited the king, his doll face getting other's guests attention as soon as both stepped inside.

the demon ran his eyes attentively through the ballroom, ignoring how unpleasant it was to see the ministers of hell and nobles from heaven. it had more people than he would've guessed, most to which he wasn't interested to talk or met, but none the angel he was waiting. he could lie, spit untruthful words and put up fake acts, say he didn't care, but he would always crave for soobin, even if it was just for seeing him.

chanhee was talking with some crystalian the king didn't care enough to see who was, but he was close enough for his back to brush against yeonjun's arm softly, making clear they had came together. from time to time, the fairy would turn around and say something, maybe even running his delicate fingers on the demon's arm or hair, calmly putting the red strands in place before offering him a gentle smile.

yeonjun could feel the disapproving stare of jungkook, who looked with sharp eyes at him as if judging his every single move. he couldn't blame the prince though, considering he had a story with soobin involving a lot of hurt and feelings, and now was accompanied by someone else, letting the person touch and talk to him in a personal way. however, not blaming the male's judgment didn't mean he cared for it, jungkook could stare daggers at him all he wanted, it wouldn't change anything.

the red haired's eyes immediately raised from his wine as the sweet smell hit his nostrils, getting locked to the ballroom door as he knew soobin was getting closer. it was ridiculous how he could smell the male's blood from meters away, how the sweetness was unmistakable and made his mouth water. suddenly, the wine he had been drinking didn't seem as tasty, nor did it satiate his thirst.

when the ballroom entry was opened and the king got soobin on his sight, he swore for a second he was having a not so innocent dream about the angel. his eyes looked at the taller's long legs, moving up to the slit on the hem of his dress and to his little waist that was marked by the clothes, before stopping on his exposed collarbones and pale neck, where the necklace he gave him rested. though, what made his dick twitch inside his pants was the crimson and glossy plump lips, that he had memorized the taste of, inviting him into sinning. yeonjun wasn't sure if he wanted to kiss those dark red lips or see them wrapped around his cock.

the older couldn't believe the black haired was wearing crimson, a color purely associated with demons and hell, with temptation and lust, while being an angel. he almost felt seduced by the sight, and if before he thought chanhee suited him visually, now he was reminded only soobin could do so. it was almost unbelievable the fact yeonjun himself had a crimson suit, his naked torso underneath being just as tempting as soobin's exposed legs and collarbones, it was a clear and unmistakable sight of how they belonged to each other, of how they were made for one another.

soobin's eyes connected to his and the devious glisten he saw there was sure to leave him borderline insane. the angel looked like a perfect queen, his queen, the male supposed to wear the crown of his kingdom and sit on the throne beside his. yeonjun licked his lips, the smell of blood taking over his senses more than he would like, and then soobin looked away, making the demon's eyes drop to his waist. to the hand on his waist.