Drugs 4- Yoongi [18+]

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"Up already?" Voice deep, the man caught sight of the girl in the kitchen. Her body clad in that same night gown she'd wear in front of the man who could never resist the urge to run his hands up her thighs that were barely covered by the thing itself. Having always followed the gesture with his lips upon her neck as Jin just barely ran his eyes down the woman's frame. His own clad in sweats all too loose upon his hips and a t shirt that women would pull off of him in the most desperate manners at times.

"I couldn't sleep." In a sigh, the girl looked over at him. All while Jin himself did no more than smirk before moving himself into the kitchen. Standing right beside the woman who could feel his presence behind her the second he reached inside the cupboard for a single cup.

Yet the man didn't speak. Didn't do anything more than fill the glass with water before leaning against the counter, in which he allowed for the liquid to caress his throat.

"Why are you up so early?" Her voice was so soft. Having been making a cup of coffee for herself as Jin tilted his head. Making the man look all too attractive. Because he was.

"I have to meet your husband." Scoffed out, Jin could see that sudden perking of her ears upon his words. Followed by the way she turned to look at the man. The same man who wouldn't deny the amount of want he held for the girl. God was she tempting.

"For what?"

"Oh come on now, Ming. . . you know exactly what I need to see him for—"

"I do—"

"Yes—"

"And how would you know?" Ming pressed. Her demeanor exactly how it would be with the man they were talking about as Jin met eyes with the girl who could see the heaviness of his own. His own that couldn't help but subtly strip the woman underneath his gaze. Able to remember the single time he did get to touch her. Touch her and earn his name from off her lips in manners all too sinful.

"You're too smart to act clueless with me, Ming." In a smile, Jin raised that glass of water he held, up to his lips. Keeping that eye contact all too strong with the girl who's husband would've already checked the man in front of her. Because Yoongi was possessive. Too possessive.

And he watched as she laughed. Laughed that laugh all too soft to his ears as Ming moved to pour the coffee she made, into her own cup. Allowing for the man to look at her from behind, in which he noticed just how short the night dress she attired was. Leaving him craving to see every inch of her body underneath the material itself.

Yet the man would make himself resist every ounce of that temptation, despite that feeling in his lower half that had his sweats going ever so tight upon his body. Able to feel how stiff he had become. Because he knew. Knew that if things were different the girl would've already been writhing against him on the wall.

"Do you want some?" She peered behind her shoulder. Having earned that shake of the head all too heavy from the man who couldn't help but try and readjust himself. Even if it was then that he went to put his glass in the sink. Causing the girl to bump into him the second she moved to go and take a seat on the couch. Allowing for her to feel that hardness of his body, followed by that sudden feeling of the one thing lying beneath his sweats, that grazed her ass ever so subtly.

"My bad, Ming." And god had ones voice never been so desperately deep. Leading to the girl meeting his eyes that looked down at her from where he stood right behind the woman. Completely towering over her frame that was all too small compared to his own. Even if Ming had felt that size of him against her ever so quickly. Causing her own gaze to go round as she did so.