hold me 𐦍 yeonbin

047 ᯓᡣ𐭩

Soobin reclines and follows the highway signs that lead to Siyeon’s home as if by habit, as if urged by a force stronger than fate that he can’t shake.

“I was told the story of why Siyeon and Taehyun didn’t exactly love each other because of all the, um, war crimes and all. But you knew that already, didn’t you?”

Yeonjun doesn’t respond, lost in the colors of the city lights that grow smaller by the second. Unlike a human he doesn’t try to mask that he is hurt and still doesn’t know why, even though Soobin abandoned his life for him again. Together isn’t enough. They’ve lived in two entirely separate worlds for the past couple of years, and unlike Soobin, Yeonjun hasn’t aged. To him it was just tonight that he was trapped behind the glass of the now abandoned exhibit they tore down to replace the butterflies. In this new world, humans not only know pixies exist, but have obsessed over conspiracies and fake sightings of other magical beings as well. Yeonjun must be more careful now. It all happened within fifteen minutes. 

Soobin notices the way Yeonjun avoids looking at him. He recognizes that there is nothing astonishing about seeing Soobin again and he has no feelings to catch up on, even if the Soobin he is now isn’t the Soobin he left in Siyeon’s basement.

That Soobin might have pleaded for Yeonjun’s attention. Instead, he gives Yeonjun adequate time to answer. After several minutes, Soobin can’t handle the silence.

“Yeonjun? Did you know?” He doesn’t mean to press. He can’t think clearly through the adrenaline of running away with a pixie again and the rush from the energy drink. He wants to hear Yeonjun’s voice to remind him why he is here and not scrubbing dishes with his family.

Yeonjun sits up and struggles to tuck his wings behind him in the seat. They look flexible and delicate, like stained glass made of leather, and they shine with thin golden whisps that roll through the membrains in tandem with his breathing.

“I knew the stars told him to get rid of her or he would meet his demise at her hand,” Yeonjun begins, “so he… Well, I hadn’t been born yet, so, I can’t say for certain if he framed her or if she really killed the King’s lover—”

“She didn’t.”

Yeonjun perks up and faces him. “If you know then why did you ask?”

“I wanted to hear it from a reputable source.”

It is not that Siyeon lied, technically. Omitting information like that isn’t a crime, however, it doesn’t mean Soobin is ready to forgive her and face her yet.

Yeonjun is not interested in continuing this conversation, so Soobin drops it for now. If thinking about it is making Yeonjun this upset, and it wasn’t a conversation Soobin was prepared to have tonight to begin with, further discussion would achieve nothing but heartache. Soobin thought that tonight he was going to go home with Woosung and help him study for winter midterms and shit talk all the nasty customers that came in today. War crimes and evil star thieves were worries of the past.

Thinking about his current life, it doesn’t feel real that Yeonjun is here. Yeonjun is here. This is a dream. It’s a trip. There is no pixie who loves him enough to follow him to Earth all the way from the safety of his realm.

Yeonjun faces the window again, his back turned and wings extended, blocking Soobin’s view of the side mirror. The way his cheek squishes as he rests his head on his arm is so endearing Soobin can’t keep his eyes on the road. Of all the things he forced out of his head, forced himself to admit was all a delusion even though he and Kai and Beomgyu tried to convince him he knew better, he could never forget how innocent and childish Yeonjun was when he wasn’t trying to set fire to Soobin’s clothes, and how endearing it made him.