Drugs 4- Yoongi [18+]

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"Fuck." Voice deep, the man already had his hand wrapped within the woman's hair. Keeping that base of his head tossed back as he sat on the couch lingering within his room. Avoiding all of his problems and worries through the use of a woman he barely knew. Yet a woman that'd keep him completely distracted for just a moment in time.

And he listened to the way his phone began to ring. Taking his attention away from the one girl who was propped up on her knees as he took hold of the thing almost instantly. Knowing better than to ever ignore it.

"Hello?" He didn't care to look at who was calling. Keeping his gaze trained on no one other than the girl before him as she met his eyes that held so much underlying danger within them. Because it was Jin sitting there getting pleased by a woman he wanted nothing more than to relieve his sexual needs through. Even if the man would keep his affairs private. Having never been the type to do things with others knowing.

"You hear from Hoseok yet? I told him to call you when the shit gets moved." It was his voice that filled the line. His voice that Jin knew so well. Yet his voice that reminded him of the one one girl who Jin's thoughts couldn't help but trail off to on those nights where the man was all alone. Knowing that the woman could've been his. But Yoongi was selfish. So fucking selfish.

"Not yet. But you know he never fucks up." Jin could barely voice out the words. Trying his hardest to keep control of that heaving of his chest as he bit his lip down at the woman who couldn't help but slowly move herself up his body. Kissing at his torso and along his neck as Jin watched the way she let herself come over his lap. Having immediately connected her lips with the man who's unoccupied hand came against her back. Pushing the woman up against him as he did so, only to cause her lips to fall agape the second she allowed herself to sink down on him. Causing that length of her hair to caress her body as the man let his hips continue to meet with her own.

"We can't leave for Shanghai if shits not done here yet—"

"You tell, Ming?" He knew better than to bring up her. But the man couldn't help it. Help but wonder if she was okay. Help but wonder if she wanted them to stop as those hushed whimpers of his name filled his ears. Able to feel the heat of the girls breath against his skin as the woman clung onto him ever so desperately. Feeling pleasure she couldn't deny had her wanting to never leave the man's side. Because Jin was good. Was good and so, so attractive.

And just like that, Yoongi went silent. Having indeed spoken to the woman about the one trip that had the woman in an endless state of worry.

"She heard us talk about it the other night. But you know how she is though, hyung." He did. He knew the girl would worry. Worry if they'd come back alive. Worry if she was going to lose the father of her own child. Because there was never any guarantee that things were going to run smoothly. Smoothly at all.

"She just worries, Yoongi—"

"And you think I don't fucking know that?" In a laugh, Yoongi was quick to cut the man off with a scoff. Making that base of Jin's blood turn hot almost instantly. Because god was the man arrogant. Remembering when the two of them were just kids. . . and how'd he'd flaunt the woman off no matter who was watching.

"Jin baby, please." In a silent whimper, the woman before him couldn't help but meet the man's eyes. Whispering out that single plea for him to give in to her and stop that conversation with the one man who had no clue that the person he practically saw as  a brother, was imagining fucking his own wife through another woman Yoongi didn't even know existed. Causing that base of his throat to immediately bob. Because he knew it wasn't right. That he should've been gotten rid of those feelings for her. But it was hard. Hard to stop himself from wanting someone he knew he couldn't have.