Drugs 4- Yoongi [18+]

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"How fucking stupid can you be?!" Yoongi already had his hand around the boy's collar the minute they got home. Having drove back in complete silence the whole time the three sat in the car. Even if Ming would look back at her son in the most gentle manner. Knowing that he was afraid. Afraid of him.

"Dad, I-I promise I—"

"Promise what?! Huh?! You know how fucking easily you could've gotten me killed—"

"Yoongi baby, let go of him—"

"Where the fuck did you get it—"

"Yoongi—"

"I asked you a fucking question—"

"JunSeo." YeJun could feel that pounding of his heart upon saying the boy's name. Knowing better than to ever snitch upon those you care for the most. But the boy was afraid. So, so afraid.

And he watched as his father's gaze went limp. All while that sudden laughter of his filled the air. Because the two boys were so naive. So naive and so careless. Even if Yoongi himself used to be the same way, all until he met her. Because he couldn't risk getting caught. Couldn't risk getting killed.

"Who else saw you? Huh—"

"N-no one, dad. I promise—"

"All you do is make fucking promises." In a laugh, Yoongi already had his hand dished within the back of his slacks. Pulling out the one thing that had Ming's eyes filling with tears the minute she watched her love bring a gun up to their son's throat. Completely ignoring every cry of his name from the girl to stop. Because Yoongi wanted the boy afraid. Wanted him to feel everything he'd make others feel.

"You think if you were one of my men you'd be alive right now—"

"Yoongi." Ming's voice had never been so strained. Able to see every ounce of fear captive within their son's being. Fear that had his lips trembling. And fear that had the base of his palms going sweaty. Able to realize exactly why his father gets treated the way he does. Because the man was insane. And couldn't give two fucks about who it was when it came to fucking him over. The man was an asshole.

"No." YeJun never thought he'd be in this position. Never thought he'd be the one who's neck was placed underneath his fathers gun, even if the boy knew. Knew better than to ever be so reckless.

"You know how many people are fucking watching me?! Yet you go out there and do something that fucking stupid—"

"I-I'm sorry, dad. . . you know I'm fucking sorry—"

"You think I give a fuck if you're sorry?" Yoongi continued to laugh. Pressing the gun he held even further into his son's neck. His son who was bound to turn out just as ruthless as him. Because YeJun was no different. Holding every attribute his father held as well.

And it was then that Ming brought her hand up to her love's wrist. Praying to god that the man would stop. Because she knew. Knew Yoongi was never one to think before doing, even if the situation was so different. Involving their son that the woman would do anything for.

"Let him go." Her eyes were so desperate when meeting his own. Making Yoongi's heart practically break upon seeing just how scared she was. Worried that the man was going to do something completely inhumane. Just like he always does.