Drugs 4- Yoongi [18+]

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She couldn't believe she did it. Couldn't believe that she let herself feel all she would back when she was so young. Acting out on every ounce of her anger as though nothing mattered. And Yoongi would let her. Would coach her. Having been just as bad when it came to his own temper. Uncaring to immediately kill the people who'd fuck him over. Whether it be coming up short with his cut of money. Or whether it be trying to set him up.

However, all she could picture was her child the second she did so much as kill the girl. Knowing that she had spoken to him. Spoken to him in manners so disrespectfully. And all while YeJun watched. Watched her begin to try and seduce his father. His same father Ming could barely stomach even seeing. Reminding her of every single thing the two had been through together. And all that sacrifice she had made just to stay by his side. Even if there were things she regretted. Regretted so deeply.

Yet the one person who'd have her filled with endless guilt, was the same person who had helped her. Helped her follow the woman. Helped her get her on the base of her knees just begging for Ming not to kill her. Having made the girl think back to when it was her brother on his knees before her. Being held by Yoongi who had been the one to watch. Watch her eyes wells with pure tears. Watch her hands tremble as she listened to each words her brother said to her. Her same brother who she couldn't believe had survived. Had survived and had been alive for all these years.

"Ming." And it was SeJun himself who voiced out her name. Having already had one of his guys come behind them and take care of the rest. Unable to remember how many times he's done so as he noticed those tears in his sisters eyes. His same sister who had stayed completely silent the second she pulled back on the trigger. Realizing just what kind of life she lived. Doing things people would find as completely inhumane. . . yet so normal to them all.

However, the girl didn't look at him. Didn't do anything more than walk through Junsu's home where her child was. Her same child who she caught sight of in bed asleep. Making her rest that softness of her hand upon his head, in which she brushed away that hair from his eyes. Earning a groan all too deep from the boy who had her heart racing. Knowing that he himself would find out. Find out that she killed the girl. Found out just who she could be.

"I love you." She did. Did enough to the point of piecing a bullet through the head of the one woman who had hurt him. Hurt her family.

And with a single tear slipping down her cheek, the woman brushed it away. Giving him that kiss all too gentle upon his cheek, only to leave the room. Meeting no one other than SeJun's gaze as she did so. Making her feel just how heavy it was upon her own as he watched the girl. Watched her move to leave. Watched her stop the minute he grabbed her arm.

"I'll be back—"

"Where are you going? Huh—"

"Let go of me—"

"Fucking answer me, Ming." She could've sworn they were living that same life they had been all those years ago. Able to remember the amount of arguments they'd get into. Arguments that'd lead to the two speaking to each other ever so disrespectfully. Because SeJun would try. Try to know where she was. Try to keep her safe. Even if his ways of living. . . led her own to where she is right now.

However, the woman didn't speak. Didn't do anything more than meet his eyes before ripping her arm from out of his hold. Ignoring that immediate calling of her name the second she left him. Left him to go to the one place where he was. Having answered the door in that manner all too slow, only to notice that distance captive all over the girls expression. She was in a completely in her head.