hold me 𐦍 yeonbin

009 ᯓᡣ𐭩

Yeonjun is asleep on the couch, his head resting against the back, his hands folded across his lap. He looks human like this, unintimidating.

Soobin also wants to fall back asleep and deal with this predicament tomorrow, but they don’t have the luxury of waiting another day, or even another hour. If facial recognition doesn’t lead the cops to Yeonjun, the trails of dust he left behind last night might.

A scary, dark feeling rushes over Soobin when he realizes that it might not matter whether or not anyone saw him.

What if he has a tracking device implanted? Soobin has no idea what happened in the operating room; all he knows is it was worse than cruel. Whatever happened to Yeonjun behind the walls of whatever institution held him was awful enough that even a supernatural creature from another realm with the power to combust and crush anything at his will was rendered helpless and frightened. 

Soobin picks up his phone and scrolls through his contacts for no one in particular. If they need to leave town, they need a car. And after acquiring a car they need a place to stay. 

Taking a bus to borrow Kai’s van from his garage while he’s at work and temporarily removing the license plates is the easy part, as long as he leaves a friendly note in its place. As for a place to stay, he looks through his contacts for someone who would be willing to house him with a supposed convicted felon.

Soobin’s ex-boyfriend from high school comes to mind. After he and Woosung broke up, Soobin continued to crash on his couch until he found a permanent residence after graduation. Though, despite their incompatibility—Woosung’s overbearing personality and Soobin’s spontaneous lifestyle—they left on good terms, Woosung is unbelieving of things he can’t see, and it would be impossible to talk him into trusting Yeonjun, and he doesn’t see Yeonjun letting his guard down long enough to open up to Woosung about his situation. Yeonjun meeting Woosung would be more of a risk than staying in the city. 

No one with enough energy to take care of anyone but themselves comes to mind. It would help if he knew a vampire or a wizard or a ghost.

A witch, perhaps? 

Lee Siyeon had more house plants and tarot cards than anyone he knew, and has more crystals and jars of mysterious “teas” than any one human could need. If anyone he knew could suspend their disbelief to the extent Soobin has to ask, it would be her. 

Soobin scrolls until he finds her contact, thankfully still in his phone. He hasn’t talked to Siyeon since senior year of high school. They didn’t speak much afterwards, only a few failed attempts at texting conversations, before she moved to the ocean with a girl she met the summer after graduation. 

A home far from the inner city and a background in witchcraft. Siyeon might be able to help him. 

Soobin turns down the volume on the TV to let Yeonjun sleep, then slips into his bedroom and presses the call button. 

Siyeon picks up right as the dial tone sounds. 

“Soobin.” 

Soobin hasn’t heard her voice in years. He’s surprised she still has his number.

“Hey, Siyeon. It’s been a while.” Soobin sits on his bed and stares at his dresser. He smiles when he remembers the mess Yeonjun made last night, how hard it was to take Yeonjun seriously after that.