Drugs 4- Yoongi [18+]

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She knew better than to feel this way. To let ones words get to her head. Or let herself overthink something that had the woman standing there in the bathroom with her eyes set on nothing more than herself. Picking apart each inch of both her body and face as she wondered back to him. It being the one man who she didn't know wether or not still saw her as that same girl he fell in love with. Starting with her looks, to her purpose. Maybe she wasn't as pretty anymore. Maybe she wasn't as necessary to the man as she used to be. Every thought had her mind completely filled with heartache. Yet every thought became buried back down with the rest of her emotions as Ming made herself leave the bathroom. Having went to the one place where they were. Sitting around at that one poker table she could remember them playing at oh so many times.

"He's bluffing, YeJun-ah. . ." It was Jungkook's voice that filled the air. Having looked over at the one boy who only laughed underneath his breath. Sitting next to JunSeo who's grasp was captive with a bottle of alcohol. Causing his own father to look his way with a heavy don't let your mother find out you're drinking, in which the boy did nothing more than meet his eyes. Because it was Jimin sitting across from him. Jimin being the same man who had no clue when things fell out with his own son. The boy was just like YeJun.

"He's a grown man now, Jimin. . . you know that." The man already had his eyes set on Yoongi. Able to see that snugness of his expression that had Jimin scoffing with a smirk, only to take notice of Ming making way towards the kitchen. Not wanting to bother them as they play, even if he was quick to call out her name. Having always held a relationship with the one girl he's known for so long.

"I never see you anymore, Ming. I know you miss me—"

"It's not my fault you never come over." He watched as she scoffed at him. Earning an immediate grin from the one man who became more and more busy as that money came in faster than he could even keep up with. Leading him to becoming so cautious. Too cautious.

"I'm always busy running shit for your fucking husband, Ming. You know that—"

"Is that why my shit came up short the other night? Huh?" Yoongi cut him off. Holding that tone within his voice that'd have others scared shitless of the man as Jimin met his eyes. Smirking out that smug you know I never come up short, hyung, in which Yoongi etched his own smirk upon his lips. Allowing for that alcohol captive in his grasp to caress his throat as he did so. Acting just as arrogant as YeJun wanted to become.

"Don't forget about that trip next week to Shanghai, hyung." Hoseok was the one to speak. Allowing for the softness of his black locks to just barely fall against his eyes as he jerked his head over at the man. The same man who hadn't told her that he was going to have to leave for a few days. Causing Yoongi's blood to run instantly cold as he felt the woman's eyes fall upon his frame from where she stood in the kitchen.

Yet the man didn't speak. Didn't do anything more than nod as that sudden unsaid tension filled the air. Causing Jin to instantly look over at her, only to see that unknown distance within the woman's expression. Even if the man didn't let his gaze linger. Knowing better than to look and worry about the girl as though she was his, despite that endless ache within his heart. An ache he's tried to fill for so long. Too long.

So just like that, the man dismissed it. Distracting those around him by instantly looking over at YeJun with a smirked go. Causing the boy to turn just as smug as the rest of them, only to focus back on the game. All while Ming slowly walked back to her room. Able to hear those laughs and endless curse words from the men she'd do anything for. Yet the men who'd have the girl in a constant state of both worry and fear. Fear that she'd lose them. Fear that they weren't okay.