Drugs 4- Yoongi [18+]

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"Who the fuck was it—"

"Dad—"And all that came was that gun against the side of his head. Causing the boy to immediately falter underneath that hold of his collar. Having noticed both that aggression and depth within his fathers voice. His same father who was the only man he had ever been afraid of.

"You tell me right now who the fuck it was." He could feel the pounding of his heart. Making that lump in his throat further grow with each second that passed. Knowing just the type of person his father was. Doing things that'd have his child practically sick to his stomach as Yoongi listened to the trigger of the gun click. Completely uncaring to question him like he would the men he'd run every drug he'd touch through.

"It was Gyeong-Gu's people—but it was my fault, dad—"

"You think I give a fuck if it was your fault—"

"I'm fine—"

"Then why the fuck do you look like that?" In a laugh, the man was quick to thrash the boys collar from out of his grasp. Holding none of that warmth to his tone. No warmth at all.

"You think I want these people thinking they can fuck with me? Huh?!" He could never feel that ease around the man. The same man who didn't care to show. To show just who the fuck he was.

Yet the boy didn't speak. Feeling every inch of pain that had his body screaming in pure agony. Even if he had gotten used to it. Used to the discomfort . Used to the fatigue of his body as he watched the way his father took hold of his phone. Having done no more than step back up to him as he did so. Causing Yoongi to feel. Feel what he'd learn to make others feel.

"You answer me when I ask you a fucking question, huh? Or next time I'll let them fucking kill you." And he knew he would. Knew his father would let him get beat to the point where he'd lose all consciousness. Seeing as though his father wanted him willing. Willing to let those around him die. Willing to be the one to kill those that fuck him over. And Yoongi had learned. Learned everything his father showed him, despite not being able to act upon them the second it happened to his own child. Because Yoongi had the woman who's head was resting on his shoulder, holding him back. . . while his father didn't.

And the girl continued to sleep. The two of them having been in that single hospital room for hours. Waiting on no more than for their child to wake up. Making both his mother and father stay in that same position they wouldn't dare leave. Because they wouldn't. Wouldn't dare leave their child's side.

And it was Yoongi who trailed his eyes down to his wife herself. Her arm intertwined within his own and expression so content. Making the man feel what he knew he shouldn't. Seeing as though the man had to remember. Remember that they were still getting a divorce. That the girl was simply vulnerable right now. And that she was willing. Willing to forget whatever in order to be comfortable.

However, it was then that he noticed. Noticed that slight fluttering of his child's eyes. All while the man voiced out her name ever so deeply. Having tapped the woman awake in such a way that had her looking up at him with that gaze just as confused as her sons the second he slowly gained that consciousness. Causing Ming to immediately notice the boy. The same boy who went instantly startled.

"Y-YeJun baby—"

"W-Where am I—"

"YeJun." She was quick to rest that softness of her hand against his arm. All while she watched her child look up at her in that panic so slight. Immediately wincing underneath the amount of pain he felt. Pain that had him on the verge of tears. Because the boy had never. Never been so confused and terrified.