𝑹𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒓𝒂 • yeonbin {BOOK 2} ✓

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𝑻𝒉𝒆 room was left in silence, eyes fixed on soobin and making him want to curl up and hide. he couldn't understand what happened, nor why everyone looked at him as if he was the reason behind it. the worst part, though, was when he turned to yeonjun, seeking for warmth and comfort, a nod of reassurance or whatever trace of a sign that meant he would be there to hold him if everything fell apart. he was faced with a cold and indifferent stare, with arms wrapped around someone else, with nothing at all, no love, warmth or even disappointment, only such an impersonal look that made him feel like a stranger.

"what did you do to chanhee?" jungkook spoke again, seeming on the verge of breaking down. he was the only one who looked able to speak, his other siblings and mother crying silently on the table and sobbing too much to let coherent words slip through their lips.

"i-" he gave a step back, feeling small, feeling at fault of something he didn't even know what was. it was scaring, and it made his heart beat fast in anxiety and breath get uneven, not letting any words leave his lips and answer the question his brother had made. he couldn't even process the question, actually.

"h-he choked me and then slapped me, dan." chanhee said softly, enough for it to be heard by the others, and buried his face on yeonjun's chest. he wasn't scared of soobin, more like ashamed of being treated so badly and having to swallow it without doing anything. it was unfair he had to accept getting slapped only because the person doing so was a royal. he was a person too, and not being a royal didn't change that, so he just wished to be treated as one. "i'm okay, though."

"hey, petal." soobin's eyes watered, tears falling down his cheeks as he felt his stomach churning and heart stopping. it wasn't for the fact he was familiar with such pet name, that victor used to call him by, but because yeonjun called someone else who wasn't him by a pet name. he didn't call for soobin, he called for chanhee. "i'm here, don't worry."

the angel felt himself falling, even if still standing in the room. he felt himself get lost between the tears he shed and the words yeonjun had said. it wasn't him anymore, it wasn't him being called, wasn't him being held, nor him being comforted. it made him want to collapse, to leave, to bury himself somewhere where he wouldn't have to face the fact he wasn't the one anymore.

he believed yeonjun's love so much, only to be left without it.

"soobin do you know what you did?!" the oldest heir of heaven raised his voice, making soobin feel even smaller as his brother had never talked to him like that before. he wanted to run, he wanted to forget who he was and who he loved so dearly. he wanted it all to end because he couldn't understand why he had to hurt, and hurt, and hurt as if he wouldn't give out one day, as if he hadn't feelings, as if he was some sort of metal doll who could me handled and used as much as desired because it wouldn't break. soobin could break, could shatter and could be left in so many pieces there would be nothing else of him. he just wished people would realize that, he needed people to realize that. "you hurt the future queen of hell, you killed mom."

"w-what? how w-would i do that i-" it didn't make sense, he was with chanhee the whole time and alone before that. there was no way he would kill rhea, he didn't even want to. maybe he wasn't close of her, sure, nor saw her as a maternal figure, but wishing for her death was beyond limits, and he still hoped to built a somewhat relationship with both his mothers, even if it took time. he wasn't heartless.