Drugs 4- Yoongi [18+]

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"How long have you been seeing her now?" In a head tilt, the man looked over at the younger male. Holding an expression to his face all too irritated as the base of both of his index and middle finger tap against the chair he was sat in. Able to see the way the man went completely blank. And the way his gaze just barely faltered.

"I asked you a fucking question." Voice deep, the elder couldn't help but laugh. All while moving over just enough to grab the pack of cigarettes lying on the table next to him as he raised a single one up to his lips. Allowing for that immediate smoke to fill the air the second he could do so much as light it. Even if he loved it. Loved the way the smoke would burn his throat.

"You already know it's been a few months." There was a sense of hesitation in his words. Sounding all too apprehensive as the elder did no more than keep his eyes held on his frame. His frame that was all too broad as that sudden smirked out laughter filled the air. Creating tension thick enough to make one sick as the younger watched the man flick away the ash from the cigarette lying between his fingers. The same cigarette he burned out quicker than he could even pull a few drags from.

"Don't tell me somethings changed that I don't know about. . ." All there was to few was pure tension. Tension that'd have one sick enough to barely be able to speak as the elder male looked at the man as though he couldn't give two single fucks about killing him.

"You've caught feelings. . . haven't you?" In a laugh, the man let his elbows rest upon his knees. Able to see the way the younger's jaw clenched almost instantly as he watched the man simply run his fingers along his chin with a sigh. Acting just as cynical as he always would.

"He's just a fucking kid—" He couldn't help but cut himself off. Having watched as the elder simply tilted his head. Meeting his eyes that were clad in those same glasses that would have the man looking all too attractive. So, so attractive.

"And so was your child, HyunJae-ah. . . but did that stop him from getting killed—" And never before had one gotten to their feet so quickly. Feeling every ounce of immediate angst to make that heat of his blood completely boil. Because the man was ruthless. Disgustingly ruthless.

"You watch how the fuck you speak about about my fucking kid." He already had the gun lying before him, captive within his grasp. Even if the elder did no more than laugh upon his action as he leaned back within his seat. Completely unfazed to have such a weapon held up to his head.

"You have no clue what type of girl Ming is, HyunJae-ah. . ." He couldn't help but shake his head. All while HyunJae swallowed down that endless lump in his throat. Wanting to so badly kill he himself for ever getting involved with the man. Able to remember the day they bumped into each other. And the day he first allowed the man to loan him money.

"Her and that piece of shit she's with are both fucking insane." Sighed out, it was Ming's father who looked up at the younger. Having tapped his fingers upon the arm of the chair he sat in, only to sniffle ever so heavily. Looking all too irritated upon thinking back to just who his daughter chose to spend the rest of her life with. Because he knew. Knew exactly who Yoongi was.

"And I'm sure that kid of theirs will be dead soon—"

"She loves that boy to fucking death—"

"You think I give a fuck who she loves? Huh?" Scoffed out, HyunJae watched as he laughed. Laughed a laugh all too cynical. Making every ounce of heat surface HyunJae's veins as the man's jaw fell completely clenched. Because he knew. Knew the girl wouldn't be able to survive if she lost the one boy who's father was sat there in the home of the one man he wished he didn't have to work with. Because it was Tee who he was sitting with. Having came over to simply move a few kilos, even if all he could think about was her. Her walking in. Her ruining his marriage.