Drugs 4- Yoongi [18+]

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"You got it, baby?" Ming watched as her child slowly walked through their home on those crutches. Still carrying pain he was trying so hard to ignore as he gave the girl that nod ever so heavy. All while Yoongi followed behind the two. Barely able to remember the last time the three of them were together in their home.

"Do you want to try and shower?" Ming watched as he took that seat on the couch. Earning that shake of the head from the one person who couldn't deny how exhausted he was. Having just been released from the hospital, despite being afraid to leave. Because the boy was. Was afraid. Even if he wouldn't say anything. Say anything to anyone.

"You sure, baby? You know me and your father will help you." Ming let herself sit beside the boy. Brushing no more than her fingers through his hair as she did so, in which she earned that quiet I'm okay. Knowing that the boy was tired. Exhausting himself ever so easily through those tasks he never thought twice about.

"You're going to stay, right—"

"Of course, baby. I'm not going to leave you like this." Ming was quick to cut him off. Even if YeJun turned his focus on his father. Wanting to see how the man would react. Knowing that the two weren't. Weren't going to go through getting a divorce. Yet the boy wanted to hear it. Hear them say something.

"You sure you'll be comfortable? I-I know things aren't exactly the same." He didn't care to silently provoke the two. The two who's expressions fell just barely blank in which Ming only laughed that laugh so soft. So soft and so quiet. Trying her hardest to figure out all that hadn't come to the surface yet.

"I promise I'm fine, YeJun. And I'll even sleep in the living room just so I can hear you if you need me—"

"N-No, it's fine, Ming. You take the bed. . . I'll stay out here." It was Yoongi who interrupted the girl. The same girl who he wanted so badly by his side. Having never been able hide what he was feeling toward her. Whether it be when they were young and the man would feel like he constantly had to have her with him. Or whether it be when someone else would try and get her attention when he wanted all of it. The man was just so possessive.

"I want to be near him, Yoongi—"

"Then we can both sleep out here—"

"Yoongi." She couldn't help but laugh. Laugh a laugh that couldn't help but come out. Acting just how she always would with the man, even if it was then that she felt her child's eyes on her frame. Swearing that he was looking at his same parents who he knew loved each other more than anything. Yet his parents who he had watched the entire relationship of fall apart. Even if they couldn't. Couldn't lose one another in the ways they knew they needed to. Having built that relationship so unhealthy. So, so unhealthy.

"I think you can stay in the bedroom, Yoongi." She looked back at the man. Holding that look playful enough to make him want to speak to the woman in ways he knew he couldn't. Because then there was YeJun. It being the one boy who he didn't know. Know how he still felt towards him. Realizing that their relationship would take time. Time to heal. He was so upset with the man.

However, all that came was that silence. Silence that had YeJun looking at the two with that gaze just barely heavy. Unable to process how he felt. Because the boy had been upset. Had been disgusted with his father. Yet he knew how his mother was. Knew she loved Yoongi to the point where's she'd let the man see another day before her. Having held that relationship with him YeJun wouldn't understand even if he tried. Because Yoongi was that missing piece in the woman's life. . . she didn't know had been missing.