hold me 𐦍 yeonbin

045 ᯓᡣ𐭩

Soobin turns to Kai. “Did he break the door again?”

“This isn’t even the first time?” Woosung asks, incredulous. “Is he that strong?”

“He ripped the lock right out,” Beomgyu admits.

“Yeah, I saw that. You,” Woosung points at Yeonjun, “need to get help. Steroids will fuck you up. You need to leave. I’ll call you a taxi.”

“He’s not on drugs,” Soobin says.

“And you don’t need to defend him. I saw him bust the fucking lock,” Woosung yells, motioning at the wide open doors, beyond which anyone could walk by and see Yeonjun’s wings out.

Woosung is passionate. He would never hurt anyone on purpose. He would never call the cops on an addict. He’s smarter than that, and Soobin wouldn’t be dating him otherwise. Since they have been together for nine months, Soobin can’t blame him for his reaction. He cares about Soobin. It’s why he’s so defensive. If he knew who Yeonjun was, what how unique and incomprehensible his situation is, he would understand.

If he knew who Yeonjun was he would be in danger.

“What’s going on, Soobin?” Yeonjun asks.

Soobin didn’t know what he was doing with his charade as a scholar, thinking he was qualified to teach Yeonjun about the complexities of human emotions and how to deal with them when he himself doesn’t even know the word for Yeonjun’s pain—a cocktail of jealousy, betrayal, aggrievance, inexplicable hurt.

No one here knows what they’re doing with their own emotions.

“Yeonjun,” the name tastes bitter, “you’ve been gone a long time, and h—” he stops at the word humans. “I can’t explain everything right now.”

Yeonjun is close to tears. He is shaking and fighting to hold back the blue dust that escapes despite his efforts.

“Just tell me why it hurts,” Yeonjun pleads, clenching his sweater over his chest where a human’s heart would be and crushing Soobin’s heart in only six words. “You never taught me about this one.”

Soobin steps toward Yeonjun before Woosung stops him with a hand on his shoulder. It would be comforting if everyone in the room was human without the ability to hear someone’s intentions in their heartbeat.

Soobin saw how Yeonjun reacted with jealousy to the concept of humans preferring fairies—he is decidedly not a fairy—and between the fairy comment and the way he’s the one holding Soobin away from him, Woosung doesn’t have a good case against Yeonjun’s predispositions about humans.

Beomgyu panics when he sees Yeonjun's dust. He knows what Yeonjun can do with it, at least the scary parts. He tries to put himself between Yeonjun and Soobin, as if Yeonjun would ever use his dust to hurt Soobin.

When Beomgyu approaches, Yeonjun’s stance widens.

“Stay back,” he demands softly. A single spark flies from his fingertips. Soobin lunges for Yeonjun’s hand before his dust starts to swirl.

“Calm down. Please,” Soobin begs.

“You’re not even calm!” Yeonjun tightens his grip around Soobin’s hand. Even human-sized his hands are smaller, and his fingers can't wrap all the way around Soobin’s. “No one here is calm. When I saw you before I crossed the bridge, your heart sounded—”

“Stop—”

“The same as it did when you and that human were—”

Soobin breaks away from Yeonjun’s vice grip and covers his mouth again, the only way to ensure Yeonjun will actually stop talking, because he won’t listen to Soobin. Unfortunately, the damage has already been done.