Drugs 4- Yoongi [18+]

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"SeJun!" In a laugh, the girl shook her head. Having slapped her hand across the man's arm, only to sit there with him on the couch. Occupying both her mind and attention through solely her brother, only to realize how much time she had lost with him. Having believed that she had killed the man. The same man she would never forgive herself for betraying.

"I fucking told you not to choose him, Ming. That man's always been an asshole—"

"You don't know him like I do, SeJun—"

"Yes I do—"

"Oh really—"

"I'm serious, Ming. I knew that man was a piece of shit the second I met him—" It was that knocking on the front door that cut him off. Making Ming's own laughter at his words go ever so soft as she shook her head. All while getting up from that single couch. Knowing that YeJun was just getting done at JunSeo's home from hanging out after school.

And with her fingers wrapped around the handle, she let the door open. Carrying nothing more than that smile upon her face, only to feel it fall the second she caught sight of the one man both her and her brother had been talking about, standing there with her son. Her same son who could feel his heart break the second he watched her try to pick up that faltering of her expression.

"Y-YeJun baby—"

"Dad was at JunSeo's, so he brought me here."  Ming didn't know what had happened. Didn't know how Yoongi was even capable of getting the boy to be in the same car as him. Because she knew YeJun. Knew how he felt. Knew how long it'd take him to open up again. Yet she also knew. Knew that the man wasn't just some random man to him. He was his father.

"Y-You go ahead inside then, baby, okay? I'll be there in a second." She watched as he did as told. Having looked back at his father ever so quickly as he did so, only to feel his mother rest that softness of her hand upon his back. All while she gave the boy that quick kiss to the cheek the second he walked past her. Knowing that the boy was silently suffering. Suffering just as much as the rest of them.

And she could feel her brothers eyes on her back the second she went to close the front door behind her. Even if he'd make sure to distract YeJun who he immediately asked how his day was, in which Ming met Yoongi's eyes in that manner so silently heavy. Standing there outside of Junsu's home that Yoongi knew they had been staying at.

"I-I promise I didn't force him, Ming—"

"It's okay." She didn't want to argue. Didn't want to make it seem like the boy couldn't be with his own father. His same father who had that appearance all too exhausted. Pairing with that dress shirt of his ever so disheveled. Making Ming feel. Feel what she knew she shouldn't. She always hated seeing him tired.

"You're still his father, Yoongi. And no matter what we have going on, I want you in his life. He needs you." He did. He needed the man to be there for him. To provide. To teach him things Ming wouldn't be capable of teaching him, as Yoongi felt that want to have tears well his eyes. Because the man couldn't believe. Believe he had thrown away the things he cherished the most for a woman he couldn't give two single fucks about. Completely uncaring that his wife had killed her. Knowing that he himself should've. Should've killed her first.

Yet all that came was that silence. Silence that had the two looking at one another with those gazes they once held when first developing feelings for each other. Because the two had been so lost in life. So, so lost.

"H-Have you thought about what I asked at all?" He knew she was referring to their divorce. Their divorce the man constantly had in the back of his mind. Trying his hardest to keep up with both the responsibilities he had and his own home life. Even if those same responsibilities would get him killed if he didn't handle them.