hold me 𐦍 yeonbin

003 ᯓᡣ𐭩

Yeonjun can hardly hear the hearts behind him over the heavy sound of Soobin’s rhythmic, familiar beat—the sound of a battle drum used by warriors at home to signify their intent to war with their enemies. The beat does its job to paralyze Yeonjun.

“Secret reasons,” Soobin says. Even his voice is reminiscent of a sound that to Yeonjun means bloodshed.

When Soobin meets Yeonjun’s eyes, Yeonjun feels a rush of insecurity. He hears nothing but the strong beat of a warrior’s heart from the human’s chest. A brazen power within his soulful brown eyes akin to that of a deer Yeonjun once met.

Yeonjun is terrified, but it’s melded with another feeling, one Taehyun has never described to him before. There are too many emotions to compartmentalize and it makes Yeonjun dizzy to think about.

He fights to stay upright, to show he isn’t afraid of a human, to stand his ground when his instincts tell him to lower himself and plead.

“Who’s the fairy?” Soobin asks.

Shock.

Yeonjun might die here, mistaken for a fairy, of all creatures, at the hands of the humans. Pixies can’t be killed, but humans can. Yeonjun already feels like he’s about to take his last breath. 

“This guy broke in and threw glitter everywhere and thinks he’s a pixie,” Kai says quickly. “And, I know, it’s crazy, but he’s been doing some crazy shit. I think he’s on drugs, so—”

“So you were going to call the fucking cops?” Soobin barks.

Yeonjun’s human body cowers inwards but he holds his stance.

“He’s shaking. What the fuck did you do?”

Yeonjun swallows hard. He can’t leave now, can’t even see the door behind Soobin.

“He—” Beomgyu starts, but Soobin cuts him off.

“Beomgyu, look at him. He’s terrified.”

“Terrified?” Yeonjun snaps. “Do I look terrified to you?” He can’t lie to say he isn’t.

Of all the humans he has encountered, Soobin intimidates him the most. If he perceives Yeonjun to be terrified of him it means he knows Yeonjun is weak right now. It means he knows can overpower him.

“Yeah,” Soobin says, “You look terrified. You also look like you ran away from a hospital with a batshit insane story to tell. What did they do to you? Did Beomgyu treat your arm? Let me see—”

When Soobin reaches for Yeonjun’s arm, Yeonjun reacts before he can process what he’s doing. He dodges and swipes the back of Soobin’s hand. The contact with the human burns.

Soobin winces and steps away. If he thinks he can just proke and prod at Yeonjun like the doctors in the lab without Yeonjun putting up a fight, Yeonjun still has a chance to catch him off guard.

“Sorry, I should have asked first.” Soobin drops the bag from his shoulder and it lands on the ground with an unexpected thud, sending Yeonjun into the air as he emits another cloud of purple dust.

The bag buzzes as Soobin pulls a tab from one end to the other, then he reaches inside and takes out a white metal box with a red symbol on the front made up of two intersecting lines, matching perfectly with the symbol he saw engraved into various surfaces in the operating room. 

Unconsciously Yeonjun drops to his knees. His power drains again. He can’t access his dust. This time it isn’t because of an injection. When he tries to summon a cloud of dust between himself and Soobin, he can’t find any. Fear appears to act as a natural suppressant to his dust.