Drugs 4- Yoongi [18+]

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"I'll be back. . . okay?" Ming nudged her nose up against his own. Feeling every inch of alcohol captive within her system as that heat of his breath brushed along her lips. Her lips that couldn't help but connect with Yoongi's own the second he nodded. Because god did she want him. Want him despite the fact that they were at someone's party. Surrounded by the people who knew better. Knew better than to ever fuck with the woman when he was around.

And Yoongi watched as she escaped his grasp from where the two of them had been sat on the couch of one of his friend's home. His same friend who was mutuals with the boys themselves, all while Yoongi spoke in the most nonchalant manner. Completely unable to deny that that the alcohol within his own system didn't have him wanting to take his girlfriend into one of the bathrooms and use her just like he always would, as he continued to drown out his system with the liquid itself. Causing that impatience in his being to further grow. Grow so much.

"You know I need my shit by next week, Tee. . ." Yoongi looked over at one of the men sitting before him. The same men who's sides were clad by women desperate enough to have them willing to do anything just to get him to please them as the younger nodded with a smirked since when the fuck have I ever been late, hyung. Causing Yoongi's expression to turn instantly smug as he took notice of some random girl moving over towards where he sat. Too intoxicated to realize just what she was doing. And just who she was doing it with. Even if she had heard about the man. Knowing that he was completely off limits.

Yet Yoongi didn't speak. Didn't do anything more than smirk upon watching the girl bring that softness or her palm against his knee. All while the chocolates of her eyes met with his own. Causing that smirk upon his lips to further grow. Grow just enough to make him laugh underneath his breath. Looking just as attractive as those amongst him.

"And what would your name be. . ." He couldn't help but let himself play with the girl. Knowing that the one woman who was in the bathroom would soon return. And that those amongst him wouldn't say shit to the man himself about messing with another girl while Ming wasn't around. Because they were all too afraid. Afraid to test him.

"Its's, Eunah." He was quick to tilt his head upon the word. Able to see every ounce of desperation littered amongst the girl who's hand let itself run up his knee furthermore. Tuning out every voice and song that played amongst the air around them, as Yoongi smirked at the girl in the most arrogant manner. Looking just as smug. . . as he always did.

"What are you doing? Huh?" He could see the dilation of her eyes. Pairing with that smell of alcohol that was lingering amongst everyone around them. Letting him know just how intoxicated the girl was. Because just like Yoongi, women knew. Knew to never mess with the man. . . when she was around.

And just like that, Yoongi could hear the clicking of his girlfriend's heels. Making that smirk of his grow almost instantly as he watched the girl before him try to move closer and closer to his body. Wanting nothing more than for him to give in to her, even if it was then that the man's chin became captive within her grasp. All while her body took place besides his own all over again. Earning the man's attention as though she was the only thing to exist, as Yoongi caught her lips. Completely ignoring the one girl who he couldn't give two fucks about, as she watched the way his girlfriend smiled against his skin. Earning those heaviness of his hands against her waist and thighs the second she did so. Because the two were insane. Insane enough to never care who was around. . . when they wanted each other.

And Ming could feel her eyes on them. Belonging to the one girl who she noticed was all over him the second she began to walk back. Making the woman run that softness of her hand down her boyfriend's back, only to reach the waistline of his jeans. Having pulled out the one thing that had the girl's gaze turning glossy almost instantly. All while that length of her throat bobbed in the most terrified manner.

"Leave. . . now." Ming looked over at the girl. Able to feel the way Yoongi's lips moved down to her neck as that heaviness of his smirk reached her skin. Painting an image within her mind smug enough to make her want the man more than she already did as Ming kept the gun she held, up to the woman's head. Having whispered out her words in such a way that had the girl apologizing ever so quickly. Even if Ming didn't speak. Didn't do anything more than watch the girl do as told in a rushed manner. Blinking away those unknown tears littered within her gaze as she did so.

"You always have been crazy, baby. You know that?" Yoongi couldn't help but meet her eyes. Earning those quiet giggles from the girl who only placed the gun she held, back within his pants. All while her hands moved up his chest and to his face. Having questioned out that delicate and you aren't, the second she did so. Making Yoongi smirk just like he did earlier as he felt someone else's gaze lingering upon his girlfriend's body. Trying to see just what was hidden underneath the skirt she attired, as Ming noticed the man's gaze turn completely heavy. Pairing with the way he moved his head to the side. Causing Ming's lips to instantly come against the side of his neck and to his ear as those softness of her hands stayed placed against his neck and jaw.

"What the fuck are you looking at—"

"Yoongi."He was already moving to take hold of that same gun held within his jeans. Having caused the random man to turn to leave almost instantly as Yoongi let himself give in to the one woman who whispered out that gentle calling of his name. Even if she could feel that tightness of his jaw. Pairing with that expression of his that was deadly enough to make one feel completely sick as he felt his girlfriend smile against his skin ever so gently. His same girlfriend who was just as crazy as him. And his same girlfriend who he knew he could never live without. Yet who had his heart practically pounding out of chest upon looking at their son from where he sat in his classroom. Even if Yoongi could've sworn him and his teacher were hidden. His same teacher who's name sounded all too familiar.

However, it was then that the man's phone began to ring. Making his attention leave his son's gaze, yet instead be occupied by a man's voice coming through the line. Even if Yoongi could barely focus. Too worried about his son getting the wrong idea. Because he didn't want him thinking that he was having an affair. Didn't want him thinking that he was doing something behind his own mother's back.

"H-Hyung?" Yoongi couldn't help but let his voice come out shaky. All while he shook his head. Having disconnected both him and his son's gaze the second he moved to leave. Leave his son with his blood boiling. Leave his son in complete curiosity.

And YeJun watched as he left. Causing the veins in his neck to go on complete display as he felt JunSeo's eyes rest on his frame ever so smugly. Having noticed that sudden darkening of his expression. His expression that was just as intimidating as his.

"YeJun—"

"Fuck off." The boy didn't care to be an asshole. Acting exactly how his father would when that temper of his couldn't be controlled as JunSeo scoffed. Knowing that he wasn't one to talk. Talk about what was going on with him.

Yet it was then that YeJun met her eyes. Her eyes that belonged to his teacher. And her eyes that his father just barely remembered. . . the second the man left the school.

*extra evil laugh* is it spicy enough mwhahaha. I hope my precious muffins enjoyed and thank you for the endless support. You guys make mommy so happy and I hope you all know that. I love you so, so much and I will try to return soon. Lets see where this goes heheheheh. Sleep tight for me. . . goodnight ('；ω；')