𝑹𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒓𝒂 • yeonbin {BOOK 2} ✓

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𝑺𝒐𝒐𝒃𝒊𝒏 sniffed, arms still wrapped around himself as he had finally managed to stop crying after doing it for more time than he wanted to think of. the sun had already rose, sunlight peeking through the window in what was supposed to be warmth, but only left the angel even colder. he slowly got up from the bed, not able to bring himself to even look around, maintaining his gaze fixed on the floor as if his life depended on it.

the black haired couldn't stay in that room anymore, it made him feel suffocated, made him remember way too many things, from the first ever time he had sex with yeonjun and was asked to date moments later, to the knife pressed on his chest by the person he swore would never hurt him. the room almost seemed cursed now, a mocking whisper of how he and the demon could never last, of how what they had got rotten along the way, of how the person he loved tried to murder him. soobin indeed wasn't born to be in a relationship, not when both he had ended up almost killing him.

he stared at the tapestry beneath his bare feet, mind almost blank as another set of tears threatened to be shed. how lower could he get at this point? he had believed on yeonjun so much, loved him so honestly, and still, there he was, alone and with the aftereffects of almost dying. more, of being betrayed, being reduced into meaningless, of being one step of losing his life through the hands of the man he insisted so much in. the knowledge of the knife being still there, thrown on the corner of the room, weighed on his shoulder and made his stomach churn.

soobin felt sick, he felt nauseous of smelling yeonjun on his own skin, of feeling the male's fingertips on his body, of remembering his plump lips against his own. it all made him want to throw up, to scrub himself clean, to fill his mind with as much hate as he could so it wouldn't be filled by love instead. he couldn't take the demon anymore, couldn't take loving him, because loving yeonjun was killing him emotionally, mentally and now, almost physically too. how controversial could it be that the man who taught him how to properly live and feel, was now the cause of his death?

he didn't make the move of picking his clothes and getting dressed, not wanting to be reminded of how yeonjun was the one to take them off hours later, instead, stepping out of the room while poorly covered by only a lingerie. soobin didn't mind being seen almost naked, it wouldn't make a difference when he was already on the peek of vulnerability. it wasn't like the people in the castle hadn't heard about how shameless he was anyways.

the male swallowed dry while walking, his steps on the cold marble floor echoing quietly through the long hallway. he felt like breaking down here and there, but forced himself not to, he had been gone through too much humiliation already. though, he prayed for no one to see him, no one who would approach him at least, like his siblings or mother. well, at least he had just one mother to embarrass now, since yeonjun managed to take away his other too. it was hard to think of what else the demon could take, there was barely nothing left at this point.

"soobin, honey, what happened? why are you like this?" the male stopped on his tracks and closed his eyes when hearing the queen's gentle voice, it was filled with worry, and he hated himself for making the woman worry for him when she had just lost the love of her life. he raised his head, glossy eyes staring into his mother's warm ones, just that look was enough to make him burst into tears and start sobbing alone. ann widened her eyes for a second before approaching the male without hesitation, wrapping her arms around him and pulling his face to be hidden on her neck. "i'm here, sweetheart. let it out."

the motherly action brought even more tears to his eyes, causing him to sob harder. it was something he never had, never experienced, but he couldn't put into words how comforting it was. the woman whispered sweet nothings to him, holding him closer while caressing his hair, patiently waiting for him to calm down and not seeming to want anything else than help her child.