Drugs 4- Yoongi [18+]

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He had never felt such sickness within his stomach. Sitting there in front of those men before him as his leg bounced up and down in an endless manner. Thinking of no one other than her. Having never thought he would've slept with another girl, only to be caught by the one person he loved more than anything. Yet he had. And the thought alone was enough to make the man's entire being want to plummet right then and there. Unable to remember the last time the woman had messaged him back. Or the last time she had answered his calls. Causing the man to immediately ask YeJun where she was the second she had dropped him home that day. That day she had confronted her. That day she had ran into him.

"Yoongi-ah. . ." In a smile, the man before him brought a heavy hand against the boys face. Having tapped his cheek in such a way that'd make one so scared of the elder. The same elder who Yoongi knew was completely ruthless. Even if right now the boy could barely think.

"I-I'm sorry, Mansu." Yoongi met his eyes. Ignoring that endless aching of his heart as Yoongi felt that heat of his blood turn cold upon the man's stare on his body. All while the feeling of Jin's elbow against his arm had Yoongi looking his way almost instantly. Able to see the immediate irritation in the elders features. Because Jin knew. Knew that Yoongi wasn't thinking. Knew that he wasn't in the right state of mind, despite confronting the man about getting his shit together. Even if all Yoongi wanted was her. Wanting nothing more than to see and beg for the one girl who he had no clue the brother of was still alive .

"What's wrong, huh? You never act this way around me. . ." Yoongi watched the man take hold of a single cigarette lying in the box before him. Having raised it up just enough to have one of his men light the thing for him as Mansu brought it down to his lips. Causing that immediate smoke to fill the air as Yoongi's eyes wanted to so badly well with tears. Because the man couldn't handle this right now. Couldn't handle making a drug deal or being spoken to as though he was nobody. Seeing as though the man had lost her. And with her came everything.

However, Yoongi didn't speak. Didn't do anything more than shake his head. Forcing himself to enter that state of mind he'd always be in before when handling something so dangerous. Even if it was hard. So, so hard.

"Is it your wife? I heard she found out you cheated on her. . ." And just like that, his demeanor completely changed. Changed enough to make the man before him notice almost instantly. Knowing that he had completely gotten underneath the boys skin with just a few words.

"Don't worry about it, Yoongi. . . you know we all have our own faults." In a quiet laugh, Mansu tilted his head. Flicking off the ash to his cigarette as Yoongi felt that want to kill the man surface his being. Because the man never cared. Cared to kill somebody when it came to her. Her or his child who Ming wouldn't dare let find out.

"It's a shame though. . . Ming really is a beautiful girl—"

"Mansu." Yoongi could barely stop that boiling of his blood. Continuing to try his hardest to hold back the urge from pulling out the gun lingering within his slacks. Knowing that he himself would get killed due to the man having more bodies with him. Yet right now Yoongi didn't care. Unable to allow someone who he couldn't give two fucks about to speak about the girl who was everything to him.

"Please." And never before had the man ever heard the younger beg in such a way. Looking at him with those eyes that had Jin himself surprised. Because Yoongi never folded. Folded or surrendered to those amongst him. Yet the man had lost his wife. His wife and his child who were the only people worth living for.