Killing Yoon does not feel the same as killing a human. He is something else, something corrupt. He is a being capable of heinous acts of pure cruelty who agreed to find what it takes to kill a pixie through the worst forms of physical and psychological torture, two lifetimes in a row. He is the worst this world has to offer. Soobin remembers one of the first conversations he had with Yeonjun, how Yoon’s lack of humanity has everything to do with how human he is. He is perfectly human.
“Just this one,” Soobin says. “We’ll discuss racists and politicians another time.”
“What’s—”
“Another time.”
Yeonjun doesn’t move. He looks at Soobin like he’s waiting for something. Something like letting go of his hands so he can leave.
Soobin lets Yeonjun go. “Kick his ass, babe.”
In a final, deadly act of cute, Yeonjun stands on his toes to kiss Soobin quickly before following Siyeon out the door.
“They’ll be fine,” Bora says from the table. She nudges the nachos in Soobin’s direction. Her eyes shine. “Wanna hear about the hell spell? They’ll be fine without us. Everyone’s a little homicidal, and that’s okay.”
Soobin pulls out his chair, replaying what just happened in his head the way one tries to recall a dream while it is still fresh in their mind.
“Hell spell?” Bora asks again over a handful of dripping spicy nachos.
Soobin takes a piece from the corner. It burns his mouth, delicious nonetheless.
“Yes, please tell me what’s about to happen to Yoon in extreme detail while we eat.”
“Oh,” Bora picks a jalapeno from the top and eats it plain, “sorry. Another time.”
“I know that sounded like a joke, but seriously, tell me everything. Why is it called the ‘hell spell?’”
Bora smiles. She looks like she’s been waiting for this her whole life.
“So, you’ve heard of hell. And you’ve heard of spells, right?”
Soobin nods. “Sounds familiar.”
“The human concept of hell, is, by most accounts, a place,” she continues. “Sometimes it’s somewhere you go when you die on the naughty list. Sometimes you go there if you’re a boy who likes to kiss other boys. Sometimes it’s inescapable because humans are all filthy from birth, right?”
“Sure.”
“Wrong,” Bora snaps, stabbing the air with a nacho in Soobin’s direction. A glob of hot cheese lands on Soobin’s shirt. “Oops.”
Soobin picks it off and drops it on the edge of the tray. “Keep going. Hell isn’t really the place where boys who like to kiss other boys go when they die?”
“Shocking, I know.” Bora rolls her eyes. “Anyways, the concept of hell is real, but humans got one part wrong. Hell isn’t a place. It is eternal, though.”
“It’s a state of mind?” Soobin tires.
“Kind of. No.”
“Hell is a teenager’s uncleaned gym locker.”
“No. You can keep guessing.”
Soobin contemplates over his next chip. “A shopping mall retail job during a global pandemic?”
“Close.”
“These nachos?”
Bora gasps and swipes the tray away from Soobin as he reaches for another chip. “He didn’t mean it,” she reassures the nachos.
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hold me 𐦍 yeonbin
Fanfiction❝ So humans are happy when they do a kiss? ❞ Oh, no. That was adorable. Soobin doesn't need to be a fortune telling warlock to know where Yeonjun is going to take this. "That's the general idea, yeah." "I want to do a kiss." Say no, and Soobin will...
