Drugs 4- Yoongi [18+]

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"What's wrong, baby? Hmm?" Voice softer than ever, the girl let her fingers brush through the man's hair. The same man who had just gotten off the phone in nothing more than pure irritation. Because people never listened. Never listened at all.

"They always want more from me, Ming." In a laugh, the man couldn't help but shake his head. Even if the girl herself could hear every ounce of exhaustion in his being. Exhaustion that had her wishing it was her feeling it all and not him.

"My father was just the fucking same. I-I swear it's never fucking good enough—"

"Yoongi—"

"H-He'd always have me do more. And nothing I did was ever worth fucking anything to that man, Ming. I don't think he ever told me he was proud of me not once." And she made herself stay silent. Allowing for the man to do no more than vent as her fingers continued to brush through his hair. Doing everything the man needed more than she'd ever know. Because no one was ever there. There for him to talk to. There for him to be told that everything would be okay.

"I-I spent half my fucking life trying to make that man proud, Ming. And all he ever did was tell me to do more. He always wanted fucking more." Ming could hear that wavering of his tone. His tone that had her whispering out the most gentle look at me, baby, in which she watched the man slowly meet her eyes. Earning nothing more than the woman's hands against his face as he did so.  Because it was always, Ming. Ming who'd try and make sure he knew that it was okay.

"Just because he didn't say anything, doesn't mean you haven't come far, baby." She brushed her nose against his own. All while the softness of her thumbs ran along the man's cheeks. Causing Yoongi to look at the woman as though he was that same young boy who just needed to be told that what he was doing was appreciated. That people were proud of him. That he was getting better with each day that passed.

"Your temper is better. . . you don't lash out on the boys as often." In a smile, the woman tried to lighten the air. Having earned that heaviness of the man's laughter as she did so, only to feel that want to have tears well her eyes. Because the man was so broken inside and out. Having just needed someone to come and give him their time. And it broke her heart to know that he was never given any of that love and attention. The man was everything to her.

"And now look at where you are in life, baby. You don't even have to say anything to have people be afraid of you—"

"Are you afraid of me, kitten? Huh?" He pulled the woman over his lap. Earning that immediate smile from the girl who couldn't help but giggle the second he slapped his hand across her ass. Knowing that the man would always show his love through touching her. Because he was never good. Good at communicating. Good at being able to understand what he was feeling.

"Maybe. . ." Head tilted, the girl bit back her smile. All while she felt the man keep his hands placed against her body. Her body he'd cherish in ways solely meant for him. And him only.

"You know there's no reason to be afraid of me, Ming." Smirked out, the man already had his hand sliding underneath the shirt she attired. The same shirt being his own. And the same shirt being the only thing the girl had on.

"I'm a sweetheart—"

"Oh really—"

"Really." And just like that, the girl couldn't help but giggle the second Yoongi connected their lips. Having their kisses move in that deep yet gentle manner, Yoongi would always feel that hunger within. Because the girl wasn't just some random woman he'd only toy with long enough before he wanted someone new. Yet was a girl Yoongi himself truly didn't know if he could ever lose for good. Seeing as though the woman had become someone so precious to his soul. He was completely in love with the girl.