Drugs 4- Yoongi [18+]

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Fingers pinched against her nose, the woman shook her head the second she inhaled the drugs lying before her. Unable to remember the last time she allowed herself to use them. Because the woman couldn't stand when she'd see him intoxicated by nothing more than cocaine itself. Having always wanted him to come to her when needing to cope with his emotions and not the drugs.

Yet right now, all Ming wanted was relief. Relief she used to feel when the girl was so young. Having used the drugs left and right as though they were nothing. All while Yoongi filled those endless voids the woman never realized she had until meeting the man. Because god was he good. Good at making her feel wanted. Good at making her feel loved. Whether it be through sex or all that possession he held over the girl, Yoongi always made sure that she knew. Knew she was his. And his only.

However, the girl didn't care about that validation right now. Didn't care about that love she'd crave so often. Didn't care about anything more than achieving that high that'd have her heart instantly racing as her face goes just barely numb. All while the woman let herself do a few more lines. Having been sitting in the car about to go and see the one man who her husband had no clue she was about to speak with for the second time. And the one man who her husband didn't know was sitting on the opposite side of them on that day the two of them went out together, as Ming pulled down the car mirror. Immediately brushing away that lingering cocaine on her nose as she ruffled her bangs. Looking just as attractive as she always did, only to check herself out one last time. Knowing that she shouldn't have done what she did. But the woman didn't care. Didn't care at all.

And on heavy feet, the girl got out of the car. Completely uncaring about whether or not someone saw her as the base of her heels clicked with each step she made. Having instantly went inside the building, before allowing for herself to step into the elevator. The same elevator that brought the woman to where he was, in his office wearing nothing more than the color black. Making him look all too good. So fucking good.

"I was wondering when you'd get here." Voice deep, the man was quick to get up from his desk. Having preferred to run his practice all alone when he could. Allowing for Ming to deal with no one other than him. And him only.

"I'm sorry. Traffic has been so heavy today." In a sigh, Ming looked up at the man. Earning that immediate smirk as she did so, only to watch the way he gestured for her to follow him. Able to remember the first time she sat there in the one chair she never thought she'd see herself sitting within. Because the idea of therapy was complete taboo. And the girl wasn't one to talk. Talk about her issues. Talk about the structure of her life.

"I'm just glad you're here, Ming. . . I think this is good for you." It was. Was good for her to get out of the house and have time to herself. Giving the woman an opportunity to speak on things she wouldn't dare tell her husband. Because it was that guilt that'd completely eat the woman alive. Afraid to make Yoongi feel as though he wasn't good enough. That he didn't provide for her in the ways that mattered. That their relationship was something that was beginning to feel more like a burden than enjoyable. And those thoughts alone were enough to have her sitting in the car prior to her appointment, all alone with nothing more than cocaine lying amongst the middle console. Having coped in the one way that'd break her heart each time her love would do the same thing.

"You know, I saw you at the cafe the other day." HyunJae was quick to laugh. Laugh a laugh so sultry and deep as Ming's eyes went instantly round. Knowing that she had completely avoided the man. Having acted as though he wasn't even there.