𝑹𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒓𝒂 • yeonbin {BOOK 2} ✓

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𝑻𝒉𝒆 coronation was a day both important to the kingdom and to the next ruler who would be crowned, it was a promise to care, to fight and to protect the land above any circumstance and danger. heaven's entire population had been invited, standing outside the castle and waiting for the moment queen ann would place the crown on prince jungkook's head. the people with higher ranks, as for nobles and elites, were in a more secluded and secured area, sat only a few meters away from the altar the coronation was meant to happen.

the front row, however, was meant for the royal family and, of course, the only other king in elyhea, choi daniel. soobin tried to not look, but he failed to a point where he started to stare more at yeonjun, than at his brother turning king. the demon somehow managed to look ever more handsome, his hair shone under the light as if a drop of blood could drip from the strands any second, his foxy eyes were adorned by dark makeup with small crimson crystals under it that made they look even more intense, and his body was covered by a see through suit that had endorsements made of scarlet crystals. he looked ridiculously good, and the angel wondered how he even managed to get prettier every time they saw each other.

the black haired was seated a couple of chairs away, in fact, the seats for the two royals families were placed in opposite sides while facing each other, like it was supposed to be in every coronation. so soobin could be farther from the altar, as last member of his family, while yeonjun was the first and only on the other side, but they were still opposite to each other, and that gave an easy way of paying attention more in the other than in jungkook.

soobin was lost in the demon's features when the male's eyes turned to him, both stares locking with each other. he could lie and say he was unpleased by it, but the angel couldn't even control the blush that crept on his cheeks, way less sound convincing when saying such lie. it wasn't like he wanted to react that way, though, but his body and mind always reacted to yeonjun before he even thought of controlling it and the king was looking so good, it would be borderline impossible to not react.

yeonjun's gaze didn't avert to anything else, instead, getting down from the prince's face to his neck, then his waist, then his legs. soobin felt his face heat even more when the red haired licked his lips while looking at his legs, and he cursed the demon for managing to be that inviting and sexual when jungkook was being crowned a few meters away, which meant soobin needed to focus on something else than the intense crimson irises that almost fucked him with a stare.

the demon could see when soobin moved in place uncomfortably, his face in a hue of red as he forced himself into looking at his brother instead of yeonjun. the king huffed softly, doing the same and watching as queen ann finally placed the crown on top of jungkook's head after spending an hour doing protocol and traditions that were completely useless and a waste of time. he found the scene too boring, however, averting his eyes back to the angel.

yeonjun had pondered leaving to not do anything stupid, it was hard to have something among the word control when soobin was wearing a skirt, that let him have a great view of his legs, and a cropped top. it wouldn't be anything much, nothing out of the ordinary and usually style the male always wore, but the small and crimson outline peeking from under the top made the demon burn. anyone present there could see it if they paid enough attention, maybe the most wouldn't know what the small part of the symbol was, but yeonjun knew, and the fact he had whole heaven able to see his mark on soobin made him both proud and possessive. the entire kingdom could see how the prince was his, absolutely and undeniably part of hell, not heaven. yeonjun felt the urge to bite the symbol to mark soobin even more as his and his only.

when the angel looked again at the demon, after feeling the intense stare on him for minutes, he held his breath for a second and blushed even more. if before yeonjun was fucking him with his eyes, now he couldn't even pinpoint what the stare exactly was, but it was way more intense and piercing than before, almost possessive. soobin hated how he liked the thought, crossing his legs nervously to try and put himself together. he was supposed to stay away from the demon, not crave for him. though, he almost let out a loud yelp when he felt cold metal against his ankle, averting his eyes to yeonjun's immediately and being welcomed by a small grin. soobin knew the feeling of the cold metal against his skin all to well.