Drugs 4- Yoongi [18+]

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"YeJun baby, be careful! You're going to hurt yourself." Ming watched as he tried to move himself out of bed. Needing to use that single restroom, in which the doctor had wanted him to try and begin moving. Enduring upon that physical therapy that would have the boys eyes wanting to well with tears. He was in so much pain.

"Fuck—"

"YeJun!"

"It hurts, mom—"

"I know that, baby. But watch your language." Ming looked over at the boy. The same boy who could feel his fathers presence behind him the second he slowly stood. Wanting to make sure he could help his child. Help his child do what he himself had been through more times than he could hardly remember. Even if Yoongi was so different. Unable to let himself be down for too long. Because the man would get killed. And he knew that. Knew that he couldn't give himself time to recover without ending up dead.

"I-I don't know if I can do it—"

"You have to try, YeJun-ah—"

"But, dad—" And just like that, Yoongi had his arms underneath the boys own. Stabilizing him the second he noticed he was about to fall as YeJun let out those groans of pain so deep. Swearing that he had never. Never endured something this unbearable.

"Be careful with him, Yoongi—"

"What the fuck do you think im doing, Ming—"

"Yoongi." Scoffed out, the girl was quick to snap at the man. Having met his eyes that turned ever so heavy upon her. Even if there was that tension. Tension solely they could feel.

"Im holding you, YeJun. All you need to do is try and take a few steps." Yoongi could see that exhaustion in his child. Barely able to do those tasks he wouldn't think twice about when everything was normal as Yoongi helped the boy walk. Swearing that he had never felt more relief knowing that he would. Would be able to recover. Would be able to do so much as simply walk again. Because the man had never been so afraid. Afraid to find out there was nothing they could do to help his child.

"Try to stay standing, YeJun-ah." Yoongi kept the boy in his arms. All while Ming fought every one of those tears welling in her eyes. Wishing that no one had to ever see their child like this.

"Let me help you, baby—"

"M-Mom, no—"

"You are my child YeJun." She knew he was uncomfortable. Knew he was embarrassed. But right now the girl didn't care. Knowing that the boy needed his parents more than ever before as he allowed his mother to help him, even if Ming tried her hardest to give him that privacy at the same time. Wanting to respect his wishes as YeJun tried his hardest to go.

And it was Yoongi who kept himself behind their child. Just barely peering down at his wife who had her head turned and eyes closed. Making the man have to hold back that immediate laughter upon looking at the girl. Remembering those times the girl had tried to help him when he could barely walk. Or when his mental was so bad he didn't want to even try and help himself get better. Yet Ming would work so hard. Would speak to him in those manners he could only be so lucky to receive. And would spend every minute by his side just to make him not feel alone through it all. Making the man swear. Swear he would never find another woman that would do so for him. Whether it be any of the girls he's slept with over the years. Or whether it be Eunah. . . who would've folded on the man the second something were to go wrong.