Drugs 4- Yoongi [18+]

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"Where is he—"

"Go pack up your things—"

"Where is he, dad—" And just like that, she felt the man's hand come across her face. Striking the girl in such a way that had her placing her hand to her cheek almost instantly.

"Why the fuck do you ask so many questions—"

"This is my brother we're talking about—"

"Your brother's a piece of fucking shit. And I want you out this fucking house—"

"Fuck you—"

"What the fuck did you just say to me—"

"Don't fucking touch me—"

"Huh?!" Yet his hand was already back against her face. Gripping that base of her jaw in such a way that had the girls eyes wanting to well with tears. Because she hated. Hated the way he'd speak to her. Hated the way he'd treat her as though she wasn't his daughter at all.

"I don't need to explain shit to you—"

"I just want to know where SeJun is—"

"You think I was going to let him stay in my fucking house with him selling drugs—"

"And where do you think he learned that from? Huh?! Y-You think everyone's just so fucking oblivious—"

"Don't you dare sit here and say I sell fucking drugs—"

"But you use them—" And that was all it took. Took to have the man moving to bring his hand across the girls face all over again, even if it was then that he was stopped. Stopped by the one man who didn't give a single fuck who he was to him. Didn't care that it was his father. Didn't care that he had been told to stay away.

"Try hitting me. Huh—"

"S-SeJun—"

"Don't ever touch my fucking sister again—"

"Don't forget who the fuck I am, SeJun-ah—"

"You really think I look at you like you're my fucking father?! Huh?!" SeJun already had the man pushed back. Creating that space between both Ming and him ever so easily as she felt every ounce of that worry. Worry her father would hurt him.

"Go get your things, Ming—"

"S-SeJun—"

"I said go get your shit, Ming." He was quick to look back at her. Holding that expression that had the girl going completely silent, only to do just what he asked. Knowing that he wouldn't. Wouldn't let her stay another minute at that house.

"Look at you, huh? Trying to play the hero big brother—"

"And what the fuck are you?" In a laugh, SeJun shook his head. Looking at the man with nothing more than pure hatred. Pairing with that want to kill the man. To pull out that gun from the back of his pants and let it leave his father laying there dead on the floor. But he wouldn't. Wouldn't allow himself to give in.

"You think I'm supposed to be scared of you because you sell drugs?" He watched as his father smiled. Even if SeJun himself did no more than look at the man. His body broad and demeanor oh so aggresive . Pairing with that height. That height that'd make him feel so intimidating.

"Let's see how long you fucking last." And all that came was that laughter from the boy. Trying his hardest not to let his father get underneath his skin. Knowing that he was. Was trying so hard to make him snap.