𝑹𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒓𝒂 • yeonbin {BOOK 2} ✓

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°•𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 • this chapter contains smut scenes. feel free to skip it if you're not comfortable•°

°•SAFE WORD • RED•°

°•𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒔 • blood, sadomasochism, overstimulation, chains, degradation, humiliation•°

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𝑺𝒐𝒐𝒃𝒊𝒏 smiled, so largely and sweetly that the demon felt like crying. he knew the younger understood what he meant, the glossiness on the male's eyes was sure to make it clear; even with a life of fear, a life of believing he wasn't deserving, a life of thinking he could never be loved when being a curse, still, yeonjun believed in soobin's love. the red haired knew now, he couldn't bring himself into doubting even slightly the other's feelings and maybe that was the first step towards the salvation he needed so badly.

yeonjun knew he could do anything if soobin still believed and loved him. he knew he would keep trying, keep fighting, keep living, because even if he lost everything, he still had soobin's heart, and that was all he needed.

the older gently ran the back of his fingers on soobin's cheek, his black eyes glistening under the sunlight coming from the window and bathing the angel with adoration. soobin almost felt like he was dreaming while being stared so lovingly after months, it made him certain he was right when believing yeonjun's love, when not giving up on him, because he could see now, reflected on the demon's eyes all the hope he lost along the way, all the comfort he didn't receive and all the love he thought to have died.

he leaned on the red haired's touch, not able to avert his eyes from the black ones he loved and missed so badly. of course, soobin thought the crimson irises were pretty, that they were like two gemstones shining only for him, but it was different with yeonjun's black eyes. the onyx color was there when soobin fell in love, they were there when he was comforted for the first time, they were there when he gave himself to yeonjun, they were there when he was asked to date, where there when he was called queen, where there when the male stared at him like he was the most precious thing that ever existed, something beyond comprehension and that could only be found and felt when stared at. the crimson eyes were his passion, but the black ones were his home, they were the carriers of the soul he loved so much, the dept of emotions and intensity that kept him from guarding his heart to himself. yeonjun's black eyes were the sign he needed to know that he was still the same kind, gentle and sweet person soobin met months before, it was the reminder that even if the demon got lost along the way, he could still be found.

yeonjun closed the gap between them slowly, savoring every second of the angel's rosy lips as if it was the last. he knew it wasn't, he knew it couldn't be because he knew he and soobin were made for each other, that they were methodically crafted both soulfully and physically to fit each other, to love each other and to live for each other. still, yeonjun kissed the taller as if it was the last time because even if he knew it wasn't, he still feared it would be.

he pulled soobin by the waist, tilting the male's head with his other hand as his tongue brushed against soobin's one. he felt the male pull his hair lightly while deepening the kiss, his fingers brushing against the sharp feathers of his wings as he sucked the younger's tongue. yeonjun bent his knees for a second before grabbing the back of the angel's thighs, raising him from the floor in a single move and holding him. he felt the black haired wrap his legs around his waist and turned them around, gently placing soobin on the bed while their lips were still connected.