Drugs 4- Yoongi [18+]

10

"How many fucking times do I have to tell you not to say anything—"

"Dad—" And just like that, the boys words were cut off. Having earned his father's hand across his face as Yoongi's head immediately thrashed to the side. All while that sudden scoffing of his father filled his ears. Leading to the boy's heart immediately racing. Because he knew. Knew the man didn't care that he was his son when it came to business.

"I'm sorry." Head down, the boy could feel that beating of his heart. Practically eating away at each inch of his soul. His soul that had become so damaged, even if Yoongi also knew. Knew he needed to turn into someone completely ruthless. . . in order to survive.

"You think apologizing is going to bring me back my fucking money—"

"Dad—"

"Since when the fuck did you start running things for me? Huh?!" His father couldn't help but laugh. Laugh a laugh that had Yoongi's blood on complete fire. Having always hated to be seen as stupid. Stupid and so naive.

"Don't think that just because you've been doing well that you're somebody." His father took hold of his jaw. Causing the boy to meet his eyes almost instantly as he watched the way his father pulled out the gun stuck within his pants. Latching the thing straight to the boy's neck. His neck that had never been so stiff. And his neck that his girlfriend would kiss upon ever so carelessly.

Yet Yoongi didn't speak. Didn't do anything more than watch the way his father scoffed before tossing the gun held up to his neck, over to the couch. Seeing as though Yoongi had been doing well. Had been bringing in endless amounts of money. And had began embedding fear within those that Yoongi himself could only feel towards his father.  Because the man didn't care. Didn't care at all.

"I need you and Jin to move a few kilos for me—"

"But dad—"

"Yoongi." His name had never sounded more terrifying. Making the boy's throat instantly bob as as that tightness of his jaw went clenched. Completely uncaring about wether or not his son had plans. Plans to see his girlfriend. Plans to hang out with the girl and his friends.

Yet Yoongi didn't speak. Didn't do anything more than let out that heavy okay before meeting the man's eyes that were just as deadly as Yoongi's had become overtime. Having gained the gesture with each day he watched his father turn more and more ruthless, even if Yoongi knew. Knew it was the only way to survive.

And Yoongi watched as the man took hold of a bag filled with the drug itself. Immediately throwing the thing into Yoongi's grasp that couldn't remember the amount of times he's held it. All while his father let out that deep you know what to do if he comes up short, before shoving a gun into the back of the boys pants. Doing exactly what Yoongi had done to his own son. His son who's gaze had never looked more terrified the minute he arrived at the address written on the piece of paper inside of the bag. The bag Yoongi had given to him. And the bag that was about to make his father thousands.

"Well look who the fuck finally made it." YeJun never thought he'd feel such relief upon hearing his voice. Belonging to the one man who YeJun practically saw as his second father as Jin gestured for the boy to follow him. Able to see every inch of fear captive in his features. Fear Jin himself could remember feeling all those years ago.