Drugs 4- Yoongi [18+]

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All she could feel was what her husband did that day YeJun caught the man with his teacher. His same teacher who Yoongi himself had been trying so hard to avoid. Knowing that the woman was Tee's girlfriend. Tee being the same man who he had known for so long. Yet the same man who had no clue that his own girlfriend was trying to have an affair with a man he practically saw as his own brother.

And Ming continued to worry. Worry about her son mentioning the man in front of him. Or the fact that she had been going to therapy as Ming listened to her husband enter their home on heavy feet, followed by Jin and Jungkook who practically lived there as Yoongi himself did no more than move over to her where she stood in the kitchen. Trying to distract herself from her thoughts by making dinner for them.

"Where's YeJun at?" His voice was just as deep as his. Making the woman compare her own love to no one other than the one man he wasn't supposed to know about as Ming felt those heaviness of his hands come against her waist. Holding onto the girl with enough possession in his stance to make her swear the two were that same young couple in their twenties again as Ming turned around. Having met his eyes ever so softly as she did so.

"He's at Jimin's." Ming let her fingers come against his hair. Brushing through those dark strands in such a way that made Yoongi's grasp completely tighten as Ming watched the man move down just enough to catch her lips. Unable to deny just how good they always felt pressed against his own. Able to remember the first time he had ever kissed the girl. The same girl who the man had no clue someone else was imagining touching her in the same ways Yoongi does so himself.

"And what about you? Huh? How was your day?"

"Yoongi." He knew exactly how to earn those hushed giggles from the girl. Having instantly brought his hand down her back and to her ass, only to squeeze the thing in such a way that had the woman's head falling back as her laughter did no more than fill the air. All while Yoongi smirked. Completely uncaring that they were around. Because the man never did. And he never would.

"It was good, baby. Thank you." Ming caught his lips. Able to tell that the man was trying. Trying to make sure she was okay. Trying to make sure that he played that role of being there for her just as much as she was there for him. Because Ming needed that. Needed that more than the man would ever know.

"And how was your day, baby? Hmm?" She let her voice turn innocent. Having allowed for her hand to do no more than fall upon his torso as the man tilted his head. Voicing out that deep better now that I'm with you, only to make the woman laugh all over again. Because god did the man know. Know just how to make the woman laugh with those words that were cheesy enough to make her do no more than smile as her hand fell further down against the base of his slacks. The girl was a tease.

"Oh really—"

"Really—"

"Are you fucking serious? I-I swear all I've done my whole life is watch you two practically fuck each other every two seconds—"

"Jungkook!" Ming was quick to look back at the man with a glare. Even if Yoongi himself paid no mind to the boy. Holding that stare so heavy upon his wife's frame as the man watched her entertain him. It being the boy who would always bicker with the woman. The same woman Jungkook wouldn't think twice about killing somebody for.

Yet it was then that Yoongi noticed him. It being the one man who's gaze couldn't help but linger itself upon the couple. Because it was Jin sitting there holding that stare heavy enough to make one sick as Yoongi took the opportunity to let his lips fall upon his wife's neck. Pushing the girls hips against his own as he did so, only to try and get underneath his skin. The man was a complete asshole.