Drugs 4- Yoongi [18+]

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"What are you thinking about, baby? Hmm?" Her voice was so quiet. Just barely slipping from off her lips as her husband kept his grasp upon his child. His same child who's head was lying on his chest as he held him. Allowing for his wife to be placed next to the boy. Having noticed that slight distance covering his expression. Because she could read him. Read him better than anyone else.

Yet the man didn't speak. Peering no more than his eyes down at his child who was sound asleep. Unable to understand how. How he created something so innocent and pure.

"I'm just stressed, Ming. . . I feel like I'm always stressed." She watched as he laughed that laugh so quietly deep. Causing the girl to do no more than hold his hand that was draped over their child. Having looked at him with those eyes so softly gentle, only to whisper out that understanding I know, baby. Because the man was always stressed. And she'd try. Try so hard to make him feel better.

"Is there anything I can do to help—"

"Kitten." She loved when he'd laugh. Able to feel the way she brought his finger to her lips, only to bite the tip of it ever so softly. Releasing her own giggles the second she did so. Wishing that she could take away all of his stress and all of his worries forever.

"You help me by just being here, baby. . ." He let that smile form his lips so lazily. Practically smirking at the woman who only looked at the man, in which she let her hands engulf his single one. Having raised it to her face, only to hold and kiss it in that manner so gentle.

"You know I love you, Yoongi." She kept his hand held in her own. Meaning that single phrase more than anyone ever would with him. Because she cherished the man. Cherished the man inside and out.

And all that came was that look. Having peered down at their child who he still couldn't believe he made. Bringing him into the world that didn't care to love or protect him like they did. And Yoongi wouldn't dare. Dare put up with someone hurting him.

"I never thought I'd have kids, Ming. . . you know that?" She did. She knew the man didn't see himself where he was right now in life. Having never believed he'd be capable. Capable of holding a future with someone who wanted one with him.

"I wish we could have more—"

"You know we can, Ming—"

"But I'm happy, Yoongi. All I need is you two." She knew they couldn't have more. Knew he wasn't around enough to help. And Ming wasn't willing. Wasn't willing to not be able to provide her child with everything they needed and more. Seeing as though the girl herself was always afraid. Afraid that she was being a bad mother.

"Plus what happens if you leave me and I'm stuck with a bunch of kids—"

"You know I'd never leave you, baby—"

"You could. You know my body's not the same since, YeJun—and girls these days are just so pretty—"

"Ming." He was quick to cut her off. Holding that tone to his voice that would be so prominent when the men he'd end up killing would be around him. Because the man never. Never saw her any different from the day he first met the girl.

"You're beautiful, kitten. . . and your body will always be my favorite—"

"Yoongi!" She was so quick to smile out those giggles. Having felt him try to slap his hand over her ass, in which he watched his wife look up at him with those eyes so, so pure. Carrying that adoration for him so prominent. She was so in love with the man.