Drugs 4- Yoongi [18+]

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"You promise me you'll be home tonight?" Ming looked up at the man. The same man who leaned down just enough to reach the girl where she laid in bed. Having let her fingers run themselves along his torso before tugging at the dress shirt he attired. The same dress shirt that was black. And the same dress shirt that had the man looking all too good. So, so good.

And she watched as he nodded. Nodded with a smirk all too heavy before connecting their lips. Making Ming do no more than simply thread her fingers through his hair, in which Yoongi couldn't help but have their kisses deepen. Able to feel every ounce of possession the girl held over he himself. Because Ming was. Was so silently possessive.

"I'll miss you—"

"You always miss me." Yoongi further smirked. Cutting off his wife's words, only to make the girl tilt her head up at him. Wishing that the man was able to stay at home with her all day. Unable to deny just how much she had been craving for him. Him to be with her. Him to be the one making her body ache ever so softly.

And Yoongi watched as she searched his face. Holding that expression to her gaze that he could remember her holding so often when they were young. Using the world amongst them to their every wish and will. Because there were no responsibilities. Were no commitments. The two were insane.

"Just be safe for me, baby. . . okay?" Ming caught his lips one more time. Brushing that delicacy of her thumb along the man's cheek, only to earn that same nod as before, followed by nothing more than a deep I love you. Even if at times the girl would wonder. Wonder if that same quiet I love you. . . was still true.

However, Ming herself didn't speak. Didn't do anything more than whisper back the three words just like she always would. Having made Yoongi nudge his nose against her own before planting a single kiss against the woman's forehead. Knowing that she always loved when he'd do so. Because she did.

And Ming watched as he pulled away. All while her eyes stayed planted on his frame. Wishing at times that she herself had somewhere to go or be. But she didn't. Didn't do anything more than play that role of both a wife and mother to the one kid who was walking alongside JunSeo. The two of them about to reach their school, all until YeJun took notice of a man standing there against a wall. His eyes glued on them and expression oh so heavy as YeJun watched the man inhale the smoke from the cigarette lingering amongst his lips.

"YeJun-ah?" It was JunSeo who took notice of the boy's steps faltering. All while his own eyes met with the same man staring at them. It being a man so much older than the two. And a man who did no more than continue looking at them as other students passed the boys up.

"The fuck are you looking at? Huh—"

"YeJun." JunSeo was quick to nudge the boy. The same boy who could feel that pounding of his heart, even if he made himself mask it by jerking his head over at the elder male who did no more than smile to himself. Having plucked the single cigarette from out of his mouth, only to toss the thing on the floor.

And all YeJun could do was stand there. Completely ignoring JunSeo's words for them to go as YeJun watched the man slowly push himself from off the wall.

"I don't think your mother would like knowing that, that's how you speak to strangers—"

"What the fuck did you just say—"

"YeJun." JunSeo's voice had never been so stern. Even if he knew. Knew just how slim the boy's temper was. It being the same boy who was no different from his father. . . who had no clue his son was being approached by a complete stranger.