Drugs 4- Yoongi [18+]

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Breath heavy, the man continued to move his hand. Trying his hardest to rid the amount of shit stored within his mind as his movements turned faster and faster. Even if he couldn't focus. Focus on anything other than the endless faults going on with the one girl who had his mind ever so captivated. Causing him to let out that string of curse words that held enough aggression in them to make his entire being feel on fire as he stood there in the shower with his neck veins popping out as he did so. Yet the man couldn't. Couldn't give himself that pleasure he was trying to so desperately relish upon as he pulled his hand away from his lower half in the most irritated manner.

"Fuck." He already had the water shut off. Having resisted the urge to plow his fist against the wall of the shower in such a way that would've had his knuckles going immediately bruised as he stepped out. Running that towel he held against his hair that was so heavy over his eyes that became completely dark. Because the man was annoyed. Was irritated. Was everything he had been when so young.

And he listened to his phone ring. Ring in such a way that had him laying his hands upon the bathroom counter as he let out that breath all too deep. Swearing that the ringing of it had never sounded so fucking loud as he threw the single device across the bathroom itself. Causing it to break in a manner all too destructive. Because right now the man didn't want to talk. Didn't want to discuss the things he knew would get handled either way. Didn't want to do anything more than release his emotions through the girl who had him unable to function. Because god did he need her. Need her to feel. Need her to be the one who he released every ounce of that stress through.

Yet right now, Ming wasn't there. There to see him acting out in those manners that would have every ounce of his being completely tense as he got dressed. Heading straight out of his room with that single brushing of the nose, only to catch his son who sat there with JunSeo on his side. The two of them placing the money before them in bags filled with cocaine. Cocaine his father could barely stand the sight of anymore.

"How much have you gotten through?" Yoongi looked over at the two. The two who could recognize that aggression in his tone almost instantly as Yoongi met their eyes. Securing the watch he held within his hand, around his wrist as as he did so.

"50." It was YeJun who answered. Unable to deny the immediate angst that surfaced his own veins the second his father spoke to them in such a way. Because both knew. Knew how bad the man's temper was despite him always trying to hide it from them.

"I need for you to separate the drugs too—"

"But, dad—"

"Just fucking listen to me, huh?!" He didn't mean to raise his voice. Didn't mean to cut his own son off in a manner all too irritated. Yet right now the man's patience was growing thinner and thinner. Having caused YeJun himself to falter as JunSeo's eyes trailed back over to the man. The same man he couldn't deny was intimidating. And the same man who he practically saw as his second father.

And they watched as Yoongi caught himself. Having lowered his head before heaving out that sigh of pure stress. All while he looked back over at the two. The two he would do anything for.

"I'm sorry, YeJun-ah. Just get done what you can for me, huh?" Yoongi ran his hand through his hair. Having caused both the boys to do no more than nod, in which Yoongi let out that deep I'll be back in a few hours. Earning nothing more than that pure silence from the both of them. Because they wouldn't. Wouldn't question the man who's entire being had changed the second Ming left him.

And it was Ming herself who's eyes met with the man's that couldn't help but go narrow in a smile. Having immediately moved down to hug the girl, in which she could feel that strength within his grasp around her body. Her body her own husband never thought he'd be so desperate to have next to him at night.