hold me 𐦍 yeonbin

044 ᯓᡣ𐭩

double update because your comments and excitement made me want to write this as fast as possible!
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"Soobin, seriously, let us handle this-"

Soobin pushes past Kai and rounds the cashwrap. Behind the wall that is his boyfriend stands a worried, impatient looking man who once claimed he was a pixie in this very room.

Soobin thought he knew what he would say if he saw him again.

I knew you'd come back.

I missed you.

How could you leave me?

I like your wings.

If by some miracle, or work of the devil, Yeonjun did return, Soobin rehearsed an invisible script to ease his anxiety. His script changed as time went on. At first, he would hug him, promise him he never forgot, welcome him back and ask if he was here to stay. Siyeon and Bora would be there. Nothing in the scenarios he played over and over in his head to prepare for the impossibility of Yeonjun standing in front of him feels like the right thing to say.

Weeks turned to months and to years, and Soobin left out the part about the hug. He left Siyeon and Bora at the ocean when Siyeon told him what had happened-what it was he forgot, what she forgot, what Yeonjun forgot, what Bora forgot. She told him what the thief who stole the stars from the night sky done, and why he couldn't remember falling in love with Yeonjun more than once.

After a while, Soobin's script turned to anger and spite. He wrote and rewrote it in class, in therapy, lying in bed at night unable to sleep knowing that he and Yeonjun are bound by some higher magic he can't even comprehend, and knowing that Siyeon's motivations to help them had nothing to do with the bro code or anything genuine and of this world.

Eventually Soobin decided he didn't need a script because he would never see Yeonjun again. He found his peace. He moved on. He got back with Woosung and moved in with him after years of being apart. It wasn't like their six month relationship during high school was going to last anyways. They just didn't meet at the right time.

And it's not like a one month relationship-"relationship"-with Yeonjun was going to last. They were never supposed to meet again.

And somehow, here he is, and Soobin can't remember a single word from the torn up pages of his journal. His angry, sad, hopeful fantasies could never prepare him.

"What the fuck am I supposed to do now?" he asks, voice shaking, fists gripped tight at his sides. "What am I supposed to say?"

"I-I never left for good. I mean, I did, but it wasn't for very long, and I came back to T-"

"Stop." Soobin says. "Stop."

Yeonjun freezes with his mouth open, still caught on the word Terra.

Terra is a term that pixies use to refer to Earth, or the human's domain. There are no more pixies on Earth. It isn't safe.

Soobin didn't stop Yeonjun because he doesn't want to hear his explanation, because he sure as hell does. He stopped him because there are people in the room who couldn't understand. The giant wings could be explained as a costume. The brown dust that falls from the tips could be a trick of the light. The rest of Yeonjun is dangerous.

Soobin thought the danger had left him. He thought what he saw in the bluebells was the last of their story. He thought changing his mind about staying where the magic left his life would rid him of the stress of being caught. He wouldn't have anything to worry about beyond bills and loans and being late to work or class. He wouldn't be under the stress of being sought after by the worst of humanity and child of the literal stars.