hold me 𐦍 yeonbin

046 ᯓᡣ𐭩

“I’m confused,” Yeonjun says when Soobin stops at his car. It’s nothing fancy—at least it’s not a ratty old van. And it has bluetooth.

“What about?” He pulls Yeonjun’s door open and Yeonjun reluctantly lets go of his hand.

“You’re really happy.”

“Yes.” Soobin slides in and pulls his door closed. “I’m extremely happy to see you. Euphoric. Elated. Bewildered. I’m on cloud nine and I don’t want to slow down enough to regret it, so let’s go. Close your door.”

Yeonjun closes his door and adjusts uncomfortably in his seat so his wings don’t bend. They angle down on either side of him to avoid the roof of the car, tucked behind his back, sticking out through two slits in the back of his sweater.

“The human you called Woosung said he loves you.”

“Seatbelt,” Soobin says. He wants to hear Yeonjun’s voice, listen to music, anything but talk about his feelings for Woosung. It is going to catch up to him, and hopefully they will be hours away before that happens.

To his surprise, Yeonjun puts on his seatbelt without arguing or bargaining for a kiss. “When he said—"

“Let’s not talk about Woosung. Anything else.”

“But it was a harp when he did a kiss with you. I saw it when I came back. He’s clearly fond of you. I don’t understand why you weren’t terrified.”

“Yeonjun, please, I don’t want to talk about this right now. Just tell me how you’re doing. What was it like being home?”

Yeonjun never talked about home. Hyeastra. Soobin was afraid to ask because he didn’t want to think about Yeonjun leaving. Now that there is no daunting countdown of their days left with each other, it’s Soobin’s turn to ask questions.

“Did he hurt you?” Yeonjun asks.

“Never. How is Bora?” Soobin asks. Yeonjun has no grasp on the concept of trying to change the subject.

“If he loves you he’s going to come after you.”

It’s almost like Yeonjun is trying to change his mind.

“Nothing bad is going to happen because of Woosung, I promise. I’ll make a magical contract with you if you don’t believe me. Woosung loves me, yeah, but we’ll work it out. And I—” Soobin pauses.

Does he?

“And I love you. So, don’t worry about it.”

Fuck it. He loves Yeonjun. It doesn’t matter that they only knew each other for a month two years ago. What matters is their incredibly complicated circumstance in which it would be literally impossible for Soobin not to love him. That’s what soulmates are. That’s what Tomorrows are.

He doesn’t expect Yeonjun to say it back. He also doesn’t expect the silence that follows. He is about to pull onto the road when he looks over to see that Yeonjun’s eyes are wide and he’s recoiled against the door.

“Sarcasm, right?”

“No, I mean it.” And he has no choice after what Taehyun did to them.

It has been ten minutes and Soobin already scared Yeonjun. He’s had him back for ten minutes and Yeonjun already looks like he’d rather be anywhere but near him.

“I know love can be scary—”

“That’s all love is. It’s terrifying. Why would you say something like that?”

Yeonjun’s wings darken with his dust, flickering from sunset orange to brown, and forest green to dark grey. Purple, Soobin’s least favorite color, lands on the dashboard.