Drugs 4- Yoongi [18+]

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"Where is he—"

"Ming—"

"Please—J-Just tell me where he is—"

"Ming—"

"Please!" She had never felt so frantic. Barely able to even do so much as speak as those endless tears fell down her eyes. All while she pushed Jin away from her body. Ignoring every call of her name as she located just where the man was. Having never in her life felt so sick to her stomach, even if it was then that she was able to find him. Causing every inch of her being to fall completely numb the minute she rushed into the room where he laid there completely unconscious. His face marked in nothing more than bruises and blood, and mouth connected to that single breathing tube.

"Yoongi." And all she could do was break down. Having immediately crumbled right then and there as her chest heaved and her heart ached in a manner she never thought could feel so painful. Painful enough to have her sobbing to herself in those ways Jin had wanted to keep her from enduring upon. Even if he knew. Knew that the man lying there. . . was the one she loved.

"Ming." And it was his voice that met with her ears. Barely able to even hear the man. The same man who was quick to walk up to her. And the same man who earned her head within his chest almost instantly. Listening to those cries broken enough to have his own gaze going glossy. Because he loved the woman. Loved the woman more than he'd ever be able to express.

"What happened—"

"Ming—"

"W-Why does he look like that?" He could remember the first time he saw the girl this way. Could remember having to watch her slowly fall apart from afar when the man had been almost killed by Namjoon. Having been put into a coma. . . that no one knew whether or not he'd come out of.

"I-I don't know, Ming. . . I don't know." And just like that, she heard. Heard the man's own voice come out just barely broken. Because despite it all, Yoongi was still the man's best friend. Having been through and done more things with the man than he could even remember. The two were like brothers.

"Jin." There was no denying the glossiness of his own gaze. His gaze that met her eyes in that manner so desperately heavy. Making Ming feel that immediate sickness pool her stomach. Because the man himself was never one allowed to feel. Keeping every ounce of his emotions kept away as she listened to him let out that deep I'm sorry. Knowing that the girl was in an endless suffering. Suffering due to what they did in life.

And all Ming could do was look at him. Feeling those endless tears leave her eyes as Jin swallowed down each of his own. Because he couldn't. Couldn't let himself surrender to her.

So, just like he always would, the man watched. Unable to accept that care from the woman who went to go and raise her hand up to his cheek with that soft call of his name. Seeing as though the woman was simply trying to be there for him, while Jin was falling deeper in love.

"J-Jin—"

"Sit here with him for me. . . huh?" There was a certain tone to his voice. Making the woman want to falter right then and there as Ming's gaze fell completely round. Having earned nothing more than his hand upon her head as he kissed the top of it ever so deeply. Causing Ming to immediately whisper out his name all over again, even if Jin couldn't help but ignore her. Knowing that there was no way. No way he could let his guard down.

"I need to go handle a few things. . . but I promise one of the guys will be here with you—"

"Jin—"