Drugs 4- Yoongi [18+]

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Eyes just barely open, the woman could hear that ringing of her phone. Making her groan ever so softly, before letting her hand come against her nightstand itself. Having allowed for her fingers to wrap around the device before swiping her thumb across the glass. Even if her blood went cold the second she could do so much as answer. Because the voice didn't belong to her husband, or her child, or one of the boys who knew better than to ever bother the girl so early as her heart picked up it's pace almost instantly.

"Hello—"

"Ming." She could recognize that voice anywhere. It being the one voice that had the woman instantly sitting up in bed as those softness of her lips just barely trembled. Because she couldn't allow herself to believe it. To believe that it was her father who said her name so heavily. Barely able to even remember the last time she heard the man speak.

"How did you get my number—"

"You think I can't find out what my own daughter's been up to? Huh?" His voice was so deep. Deep enough to have that coldness of her blood turning just as hot as it did that day her parents left both her and her brother. Her same brother who she had killed. And her same brother who the girl would crave to see on those days where she wanted nothing more than to beg him for forgiveness. Because she had loved him. Even if she was the same one who killed the man.

However, Ming didn't speak. Didn't do anything more than look over at the clock. Realizing just how early it truly was, as her eyes darted over to the one man who wasn't lying next to her in bed. Having already left the woman to go handle a few things. Things the girl wished didn't exist. Because she wanted the man. Wanted the man to be around.

"I have nothing to say to you—"

"You know me and your mother had to leave, Ming. . . your brother was getting too reckless." She could practically hear just how smug her father sounded. Her same father who the woman hated just as much as her own mother. Having been just as absent in her life as her own husband was beginning to be.

"And I hear that you have a child now, huh? Who came up with the name, YeJun—"

"Don't you dare say his name." Ming cut him off. Having never in her life wished to kill someone so badly. Because she knew. Knew just how dangerous the man on the other line was. And she couldn't handle it. Couldn't handle her own child getting hurt. . . because of her.

And she listened to the way her father laughed underneath his breath. Causing those tears within his daughters eyes to fall ever so softly as her gaze became all too heavy. Because the woman didn't care. Didn't care to see her own father get killed. . . by the one man who had no idea that his own love was sitting in their bed crying.

"You know I'd never hurt my own grandchild, Ming." God did she hate the way he'd say her name. Say it as though he cared. Cared about her. Cared about whether or not she was doing okay.

"Just stay the fuck away from him. Please—"

"Does he know his mother killed her own brother? Huh?" And that same laughter could've never returned so desperately again. Causing each inch of Ming's frame to go completely numb right then and there. Because all she could think about was that day. That day she took her own brothers life. That day she listened to his final calling of her name slip his lips before a single bullet could do so much as run through his head.