Drugs 4- Yoongi [18+]

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"N-No, yes, I'll be able to meet with you this Friday." The man kept his phone up to his ear. All while locking his office doors for the night, in which he moved towards the elevator.

"I'll see you then, okay? And don't be afraid to call me if you need to reschedule." He hung up his phone. Having been speaking to a client that was constantly on edge. Seeing as though it was HyunJae who was going home. Attired in a single button up all too tight upon his body as the man felt that feeling of one's fist across his face the minute he could do so much as step outside. Making nothing more than his head fall to the side. All while he looked over at the one man who he had been trying. Trying so hard to avoid.

"Why the fuck haven't you been answering me? Huh?!" He could feel that immediate pain. Pain that had him just barely stepping back as he met the man's eyes. Even if he was quick to drop his things. Running nothing more than the back of his hand across his lips as he did so, in which the man noticed. Noticed that immediate shift in HyunJae's demeanor.

"I'm done—"

"And who the fuck said that? Huh?" The man couldn't help but laugh. Laugh in that manner so deep as he tilted his head at the man who's jaw went completely clenched. Because HyunJae knew. Knew exactly why he was angry.

"You think I don't know that you've been seeing her—"

"DaeJung—"

"Huh?" He was quick to tilt his head. Holding every ounce of that depth to his voice that had Hyunaje's throat bobbing. Knowing that the man didn't care. Didn't care about anything. He had left both his children all alone.

"Y-You can't kill her own child, DaeJung—"

"Who said he was the one I wanted?" Voice deep, the man was quick to grin. Resting nothing more than his hands within his pockets as he stepped closer to the one man who's blood ran completely cold underneath his words.

"You're going to kill your own fucking daughter—"

"Look at her, HyunJae-ah. . ." He continued to laugh. Pressing that base of his hand to the boys neck as he did so, only to have that expression of his fall blank. Looking just how Yoongi would. . . when he was in a different state of mind.

"She knew I was in a tight situation not that long ago, yet turned a blind eye." He pulled out that single pack of cigarettes. Uncaring of just where they were nor who were to possibly see them as HyunJae watched. Watched the man let that smoke fill the air. Watched the man laugh to himself all over again. Carrying enough spite and hatred in his being to make one sick. So easily sick.

"You really think that he doesn't know already? Huh?" HyunJae didn't care to mention the man. The same man who had no clue that he had fucked his own wife as HyunJae swallowed down any and all that worry. Because the man could be just as ruthless. . . as the rest of them.

"You really think him of all people don't know who the fuck you are—"

"You watch how the fuck you speak to me—"

"Don't think I don't know that you met him, DaeJung. You said it to me yourself." It was his turn to laugh. Looking at the elder with that gaze completely heavy as HyunJae smirked at the man. Knowing that the man had. Had met Yoongi through Jungkook. Trying to sell work to him over in Shanghai, even if Yoongi had done no more than tell the man to get the fuck out of his home. Because Yoongi didn't care. Care what he had to offer. Care whether or not the deal was good as HyunJae ran nothing more than his hand through his hair. Allowing for himself to step closer towards his frame. Taking hold of his own cigarette from the man, only to light the thing with that smile so sinful. Too sinful.