Drugs 4- Yoongi [18+]

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"I heard your dad's been letting you run shit for him. Huh?" In a smirk, it was JunSeo who's voice filled the air. Having came from behind the man where he stood on the street about to go home. Allowing for that base of his arm to come around YeJun's shoulder, in which the boy couldn't help but smirk.

"You know how it is, JunSeo—"

"Oh, fuck off." JunSeo was quick to cut the boy off with a shove of the shoulder. Followed by that laughter that had YeJun smiling the second it could do so much as fill his ears. All until he took notice of her gaze on their frame. Belonging to the one girl who couldn't help but look over at the two from where she stood on the other side of the street.

And JunSeo noticed the way the boy's steps stopped. Leading to his laughter dying down before he looked over at where the boy's gaze was held. Catching sight of the one girl looking their way almost instantly. Even if she was quick to turn her attention back to her friends. Allowing for them to completely distract her, in which they themselves moved to leave.

"How long until you finally make a fucking move—"

"I don't like her—"

"Bullshit." JunSeo cut him off. Holding that same smirk his father would carry each time the man would act completely smug. Because Jimin was arrogant. So, so arrogant.

"If you don't bag her, I will—"

"Like you'd ever have a fucking chance." YeJun shoved the boy away. Earning that same laughter that'd have girls so attracted to the boy who's features were completely like his father's. His same father who was sitting there in ones home with his back leaned up against the couch and knees spread in the most careless manner. Holding all that arrogance. . . JunSeo wanted to hold as well.

"How long until Yoongi lets you two have others run shit for him? Huh?" It was JinSun's voice that filled the air. JinSun being the same man who had done a deal with Yoongi himself just a few weeks ago. Having gave the man enough money to make one feel sick to their stomach.

"His son's actually starting to get involved. . ." Jin let his voice run through their ears. Sitting right next to Jimin who's gaze was so heavy. Too heavy. Because all the man could think about was his own son. Continuing to contemplate whether or not he'd let him in. In on how things work. In on what to do. Allowing for the boy to meet and speak with other people he'd have to become just as careless and ruthless as.

"I knew he'd give in at some point." In a laugh, JinSun raised that bottle of alcohol sitting before him, to his lips. Even if his words were completely hesitant. Knowing better than to speak about the man in a way that'd get him killed as Jin let a smirk adorn his lips. Looking all too attractive with his body clad in that single color of black, while his soft brown locks pair to match.

"And what about you, Jimin-ah? Huh? When are you going to let JunSeo get involved?" JinSun tilted his head. Having took hold of the pack of cigarettes lying before him, in which the man lit a single one on fire. Allowing for that thickness of the smoke to fill the air, all while Jimin ran a heavy hand through his hair. His hair that more women have tugged on than the boy could even remember.

"You know how risky it is out here, JinSun. . ." He did. He knew that everything they did involved danger, even if the man was so much older than the two sitting before them. Having lived this life long enough to know everything there was to even know.