Drugs 4- Yoongi [18+]

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Head tossed back, the man continued to move his hand. Trying to relieve his own stress as he stood there in the shower. Allowing for the warmth of the water to do no more than run over his skin as he let out a single curse underneath his breath. Having stopped himself from waking her up to use as his source of need. Need to stop thinking. Need to pay no mind to the world around him, even if his thoughts trailed back to the one woman he had imagined touching in those same ways he'd please his own wife. Making the man instantly drop his head back down as his hand moved faster. Wishing to get her off of his mind. Because he couldn't. Couldn't stomach the fact that he was thinking of another woman while pleasing he himself.

"Fuck—"

"Yoongi?" He could recognize that voice almost anywhere. Having ran through his ears in the most gentle manner as he immediately took his hand away from his lower half. Even if Ming had just barely caught the man.

"W-What's wrong, baby—"

"Your phone was ringing." She couldn't meet his eyes. His eyes that could barely see the girl due to how foggy the glass walls of their shower was, as Yoongi watched the woman place down his phone onto the counter. Knowing that she'd never answer for him, as Ming listened to the man turn off the shower. Ignoring that ache lingering within his lower half as he got out, only to wrap a towel around his hips almost instantly. Trying to cover up just what he had been doing, even if Ming could tell the second she caught sight of the man.

"You don't have to get out of the shower already, baby—"

"I was done anyway." She hated when he'd lie. Even if lies were practically the only thing the two would speak to each other as the days passed by, as Ming let the man step up to her where she stood near her sink. Earning his lips against her own ever so heavily as those water droplets did no more than paint his skin.

"How'd you sleep, baby?" He grabbed yet another towel. Running the thing over his hair, all while Ming took place upon the edge of the tub. Watching each movement of the man who she answered back with a soft good. Noticing the subtle hesitation within his tone as he continued to try and hide that lower half of his body from her. Knowing that she'd be able to see just what he had been doing previously. Because the man would always come to her when in need. Yet didn't want her to feel like he always wanted sex from the girl.

And Ming could feel that pounding of her heart the second she dropped her hands within her lap. Keeping her eyes trained on nothing more than her fingers as she brought up the one man Yoongi had no clue she had been seeing behind his back.

"I found a therapist for us, baby." Her voice was so soft. Sounding all too gentle to ones ears as Yoongi's movements just barely came to a halt, in which the man looked at the woman through the mirror. Able to see the way she herself didn't look at him. Keeping her entire gaze planted on nothing other than her hands.

"Already, kitten?" In a smirk, the man tried to cut through that unsaid tension. Having turned to look at the woman who's gaze instantly met his own. His own that was always so heavy as Yoongi moved over to the girl. The same girl who let her hands rest upon his torso in a gentle manner. Holding enough innocence in her gaze to make the base of his throat bob.

"It's not that hard to find someone, Yoongi." In a subtle smile, the girl let her hands run along his skin. Making Yoongi tilt his head as her eyes stayed planted against his own. Causing the tension between the two to grow more than it already had as Yoongi smirked underneath her words.