Drugs 4- Yoongi [18+]

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He had waited for that call. For that message. For that voicemail of when he'd get to see both her and his child again. Awaiting for the night as though it was years out of his reach, even if it had landed so much quicker than the man had expected. He was taking his family to dinner.

And he continued to look at himself in the mirror. Trying his hardest to fix any and every inch of the suit clad upon his body as his fingers met with the base of his collar. Having straightened the thing out in the ways that she would. Causing the man to feel that intense beating of his heart upon finally getting to see the woman again. Wanting to look as good as he could for her, even if he wasn't sure. Wasn't sure if he looked good. Wasn't sure if she even looked at him the same way anymore.

Yet he'd ignore his thoughts. Having noticed the time caving in on him as he put on both a pair of glasses and that cologne he knew the girl loved. All while he took hold of the flowers lying there on his nightstand. Flowers he had bought just for her.

And never before had he felt his heart beat so anxiously. Able to feel that nervousness completely engulfing his being. Wondering whether or not he truly did look good. Wondering whether or not his child would even care to see him again as he drove to that single restaurant that had the man's palms going sweaty the second he watched both his child and wife walk towards him where he stood outside waiting on them. Swearing that the girl had never looked so beautiful the minute they reached him. Because she was. Was so beautiful to him.

"I-I got these for you." Ming could see those flowers in his hand. All while she met his eyes. Unable to deny just how good the man looked. The same man who had no clue how hard the woman was fighting her own attraction towards him. . . in the same way he was fighting his own towards her.

"Thank you." She let herself take hold of them. All while Yoongi himself looked over at his son with that gaze so desperate. So desperate for him to let him be in his life. Knowing that he couldn't. Couldn't live with himself if he missed out on the boys life.

And they watched as the man gestured for them to follow him inside. Making Yoongi have to stop himself from having Ming take hold of his arm as they got led to their table. Seeing as though the girl would always. Always keep her arm within his own. Always use him as that source of protection.

Yet it was YeJun who her arm became filled with. Having given the boy that single look so soft as she kissed his cheek with that quiet it's okay, baby. Unsure of just what he was feeling. Unsure if everything was okay. And so, she'd try. Try her hardest to silently comfort him.

However, the woman herself couldn't deny the amount of worry coursing through her veins. About to discuss a topic with the boy she didn't want to discuss at all. Because the girl couldn't. Couldn't believe it was all actually happening.

"I-I got it, Ming. . ." It was Yoongi who already had his hand placed to the back of her chair. Having immediately pulled the thing out for the woman in such a way that had her voicing out that thank you so soft. Even if Yoongi was craving to have the woman sit next to him just like she always would. Wanting to be able to playfully run his hand along her thighs or do so much as keep the girl pressed into his side as the night progresses.

And YeJun could see all that nervousness littered upon his fathers face. Having never seen the man act such a way before, even if it he could also just barely see it in her. Swearing that the woman had never taken so long to get ready before, despite brushing the boy off each time he'd annoyingly ask if she was ready. The two were nervous.

"Th-Thank you for coming." Yoongi looked over at them from where he sat in his own seat. All while YeJun felt his mothers hand meet with his own underneath the table. Brushing nothing more than her thumb along his fist before squeezing the thing in that manner so soft. Making YeJun feel that comfort the woman was so good at providing him. And he needed that. Needed that more than anything.