By the time Soobin and Yeonjun reach Soobin's home, it has become rather late, the two of them getting out of the car together as soon as Soobin stops the car.
Yeonjun stays surprisingly quiet the whole time and just follows Soobin to the front door. Soobin unlocks it and pushes it open, stepping aside right after that to give Yeonjun a polite smile and a wave inside. The other just looks back at him with a pout, blinking a few times.
"After you, your highness.", Soobin says, getting the prince to roll his eyes and scoff before he quickly goes inside, really hoping that Soobin did not see the way he probably just blushed. At least Yeonjun felt this uncomfortable warmth in his cheeks just now that made it pretty obvious he must have blushed.
Soobin chuckles and shakes his head, following the prince inside and dropping his keys on the little sideboard in his entrance area. He takes off his boots and puts them aside, already noticing the pair of fancy white boots the prince was wearing, placed on the side as well. He must have seen Soobin's other shoes there and decided to take his own off as well, guessing that this is the way humans enter homes: without their shoes on.
When Soobin takes off his cloak and puts it over his arm, all while properly walking inside his open living space, his eyes immediately land on the one thing in here that is not the same way he left this whole place behind: Yeonjun.
Everything in his home is still the same. The moment he stepped inside, the familiar smell of his place came back to him, welcoming him back in the most familiar way. Everything is still where he left it and of course it would be because no one was here for however long he has been gone in human time.
But when Soobin steps inside, stopping inside the entrance leading to his open kitchen and living area, the prince's silhouette standing in the middle of the room, looking around all excitedly with wide eyes, just makes Soobin feel some sort of way. His insides are tingling, his lips automatically curving up into a soft smile. He uses his free hand to turn on the lights in his living room, watching Yeonjun flinch slightly in surprise before taking a deep, relieved breath.
"It's not a palace or something like that, but it's my home and I like it like this. I am sure you won't hate it here either.", Soobin says, stepping closer to the prince until he is standing right in front of him.
Yeonjun does not move away at all, just watches Soobin's every move.
"It's alright.", Yeonjun says, nodding at Soobin and subconsciously taking a slow step closer to him, now being so close to the human he can hear the sound of his breathing.
The prince feels strange. He looks Soobin up and down and when he looks at his face again, his gaze stops at Soobin's perfect lips. It is then that the memories of the kiss they have shared suddenly come back to him, making Yeonjun gulp and take his eyes off the human's face again. Stupid brain... stop remembering that.
"It's alright?", Soobin asks.
"Yes.", Yeonjun says, now looking back up into Soobin's eyes, "I don't hate it."
It feels rather obvious to Yeonjun that he was not just talking about Soobin's home with that. But he would not admit to himself and definitely not to Soobin just what he is thinking of exactly. In a way, he does not even know himself what exactly it is he is feeling.
Though, he can somewhat say that he really does not hate the human. He just irritates him more than he should. His mere existence might be bothersome, but Soobin is not a bad guy. Yeonjun does kind of have to admit that.
Soobin stares back at Yeonjun for a little moment before clearing his throat and stepping away from him. Yeonjun gulps, somehow feeling some strange heaviness inside of him now that Soobin has put some distance between them again.
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savior || Yeonbin
Fanfiction"You confuse me so much.", Soobin sighs at Yeonjun, who just chuckles at the other's words. "How come?", Yeonjun says and opens his eyes, now looking up at Soobin while his head is still resting comfortably on his thigh. "Well," Soobin starts, his f...
