Drugs 4- Yoongi [18+]

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"YeJun baby, I-I need you to pick up the phone for mommy—please." She spoke through the phone. Having been driving for hours trying to find the boy. The same boy she knew wouldn't have went to Jimin's. Or Jungkook's. Or any of them that he saw as his family. Because they would've told her. Told him.

Yet with each call, there was nothing more than that single message to leave a voicemail that'd meet with her ears. Causing the woman to feel nothing more than pure worry. Worry that her child was hurt. Worry that he'd never speak to her again. 

And she couldn't. Couldn't call the one man who had her heart breaking at the thought of what she said to him. Having voiced out things that made she herself sick to even think about. Because she had never been one to speak to him in such a way. Telling him things that had her wishing she could take it all back. Whether it be that she knew he wouldn't be a good father. Or whether it be that she completely hated him inside and out. Knowing deep down inside she would never be able to. Able to actually hate him.

And she felt. Felt those tears leave her eyes in a manner so desperate. Pairing with the endless aching of her heart as her chest heaved and her body went numb. Swearing she felt just as sick as she did when hearing that her child was in the hospital. Making the girl barely able to even keep herself together as she prayed to find the one person who had her eyes going round the minute she caught him walking on the side of an empty street. About to approach a single alleyway, in which she pulled over almost instantly. Unable to give two single fucks about just where she stopped, only to immediately yell after the boy. The same boy who had never heard the girl speak his name so brokenly before.

"Y-YeJun!" All she could feel was pure panic. Rushing over towards him in such a way that had YeJun's own eyes filling with tears the minute the woman reached him, despite his efforts of instantly trying to move. Trying his hardest to not cave. Cave into his emotions.

"YeJun baby, p-please—"

"Get the fuck off of me!" She never thought she'd hear the boy speak to her in such a way. Making her feel like she was losing her child. Her same child who she had always tried to protect, even if her same efforts led her into the position she's in right now. Causing her to step back from him almost instantly. All while her eyes fell round. So, so round.

"YeJun." And he couldn't. Couldn't stomach the way she voiced his name. Couldn't stomach the way she pulled her hand back from him in that manner so soft. Looking at the boy as though she had already lost him. Lost him just like her husband.

However, the girl didn't speak. Didn't do anything more than simply look at him. Knowing that he was hurt. Hurt by the fact that his parents entire relationship had fallen right before his eyes.

"I'm sorry, baby—"

"I've been with him this whole fucking time, a-and he cheated on you—"

"YeJun—"

"Is that why you left? Huh?! Y-You fucking left me knowing what he did?!" His voice was so strained. Making every inch of Ming's being immediately plummet right then and there. Feeling as though she was nothing more than a bad parent. She knew she wasn't going to be a good mother.

"You're my fucking mother—"

"I-I promise I didn't know at that time, baby. I promise I didn't know." And she couldn't. Couldn't stop herself from breaking down in front of the boy. The same boy who had never experienced such heartache upon looking at the girl. The same girl who he knew loved him. Loved him enough to give up anything in order to keep him happy.