𝑹𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒓𝒂 • yeonbin {BOOK 2} ✓

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𝑻𝒉𝒆 room was filled with silence, only soft snores being heard as the two males slept. yeonjun hugged the angel from behind, hiding his face on soobin's nape and feeling his soft wings pressed on his chest. the soft smell of dahlias had managed to lull him into finally sleeping, after having an almost breakdown, and the younger's warmth added to it, offering the comfort and assurance he needed. as soon as the sun rose, everything would end, however.

soobin had washed his hair, stubbornly saying yeonjun needed to relax and a massage on his scalp and shoulders would help. he didn't have the heart of not letting the angel do it, way less to tell no massage could relax him, only nodding and enjoying the soft hums soobin let out while spreading the flowery scented shampoo on his hair. the demon couldn't thank the male enough, for being able to make his thoughts stop and even calm him enough so he could get some actual sleep after days.

when both were properly washed, soobin convinced the king of teleporting to his room to get his body lotion and lingerie, offering a long speech of how his skin was soft only because of the lotion and a bunch of things yeonjun barely heard when too occupied admiring the angel's beauty. he just did what soobin asked and then both went to sleep, yeonjun hugging the taller closely and sighing in contentment as soon as he felt the dahlia smell. it couldn't even be denied how the younger was his safe place.

yeonjun furrowed his brows, moving his hands slightly before opening his eyes, being welcomed by the still darkness of the night. he assumed the sun was probably going to rise soon, as they finished showering late, and turned his head to the side, seeing soobin sleeping and looking as pretty as always. he wasn't surprised by waking up after just a couple hours, in fact, that was most definitely more sleep than he had been getting for weeks. though, he still felt as tired as ever.

the red haired sat up, blankly staring at the wall while not able to hear his own breathing, nor heartbeat, just feel the familiar and bothersome emptiness. however, the bother of it never really came, letting him stay there as a void and not minding the feeling at all. in fact, he felt great, running his eyes through the room and letting them stop on the angel laying down. soobin had an inexplicable beauty, like he was crafted by some type of god with the pure purpose of offering an example for what perfection should mean. it was hard to not love the male, hard to not want to touch and have him, hard to not crave for his smile and wait for the sound of his laugh.

yeonjun loved him, all of him loved every single detail of soobin, every mole and scar, but loving him didn't mean needing him, did it? no, it didn't.

he tilted his head, narrowing his eyes as the speeding of his heartbeat never came while staring at the angel, as the butterflies in his stomach remained dead. the demon smirked, moving himself and hovering over the taller, running his fingertips on his soft skin that was exposed when the duvets did a poor job of keeping him covered. he watched his fingers, felt the warmth under his touch, stared at the male's serene face. it was pathetic how much he loved him, how he would get on his knees for him, do anything for him, die for him. it was pathetic how he was weak for the angel.

he loved soobin, but soobin was getting in his way. yes, of course he was, the angel was the only weakness he had, the only puzzle he couldn't bring himself to put into place to get what he wanted. soobin was slowing him down, he was feeding too much of good guy daniel and that daniel needed to die completely. he couldn't afford loose ends, he needed perfection, needed to be calculating even if borderline paranoid.