𝑹𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒓𝒂 • yeonbin {BOOK 2} ✓

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𝒀𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒋𝒖𝒏 stared at the night sky attentively, as if it was something extremely interesting, but the truth was, he wasn't interested at all, way less actually paying attention to what he was looking. the male was completely lost in thoughts, laid on the grass while with his arm wrapped around soobin, who had his head on his chest. there was a lot of things they needed to talk about and the demon was trying to find a manner of telling them in an easily digestible way, but was clearly having a hard time to know where to start.

the silence was comfortable, nothing awkward or bothersome, and the nature sounds played a part as background music to their soft breaths. it was peaceful and quiet, as if the previous thought of time stopping only for them had been kept alive, and both wished to stay there forever, away from all the problems and responsibilities. they knew it wasn't possible, however.

"danny?" soobin called softly, running his fingertips on the white and sutil lines on the older's chest, as if redrawing the mark recently made there. yeonjun hummed, in a way of telling to go on, and the angel took a deep breath, putting his thoughts into place before speaking. "when i... saved you, i got unconscious right after. i... i wasn't just unconscious."

"what do you mean?" the red haired furrowed his brows, not quite sure of what soobin meant, and the memory of him whispering 'little tulip' came to him, making yeonjun even more confused by his words. it was hard to guess what the angel meant, way more when everything happened the older was in shock, not able to process a lot of things.

"after i used my power, i think i... trade places with you? something like that. what i mean is, i'm almost sure that i suffered your soul punishment for you, or a part of it." soobin felt the king tense under him, but not a single word left yeonjun's lips. he didn't wait, however, the need of telling yeonjun he had basically stolen the privacy of feeling and thinking he had immediately taking place in his mind. "i saw a couple of things and-"

"do you know about rhemira?" the demon cut him midsentence, feeling every second more tense. there was no way soobin knew, because he probably wouldn't be there if he did, he wouldn't forgive yeonjun for that. though, it was obvious enough he saw something about it, even if just a glimpse of the name, rhemira played a too important part on yeonjun's thoughts for it to not appear on his punishment. everything he did was for it after all, every puppet string he moved accordingly and every piece placed methodically to make rhemira real.

rhemira was yeonjun's biggest obsession and he did a lot of things only to make it happen, even if it didn't. yet.

"i just know what it is, you always dreamed about it, didn't you? a single kingdom instead of three." the demon wasn't sure if the fact soobin basically didn't know anything was relieving or terrifying, because he had to tell the male about it now. at least, he could do it in the right way, however, because if the angel had seen his thoughts about rhemira when he was in his lowest point of identity crisis, there would be no place for forgiveness.

"it's... more than that." yeonjun sighed heavily, the previous lightness he felt long gone and now replaced by the weight of his own mistakes and mind. "it started when i was little, when i believed i could do great things and change the world to a better place. it was silly, but i held that in my heart strongly, waking up every day with the thought of doing everything i could to turn it into reality. mom died, i lost every dream and hope i had, and rhemira went with it. the idea of it started to be too unreal, an idealistic dream that a fucked up child, with no royal power and disinherited from the royal family could never make happen. when i discovered my powers, that dream of sorts came back, even if secretly, even if buried deep down, and everything i did started to be about it. i was skeptical, of course, my father was always too powerful, too paranoid, too smart, but that didn't stop me from doing it anyway, thinking that even if it was borderline impossible, if a single little chance appeared, everything would be ready for me to take the throne and begin my way to rhemira. it turns out, the chance indeed appeared and i was indeed with all cards ready to be used."