Drugs 4- Yoongi [18+]

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The man could hear that knock. That same knock that had Yoongi standing outside of the one home he knew that he was in. Having earned the man's eyes upon his own the second the front door opened. Revealing the one man he knew. . . he had been living with.

"Yoongi." Voice deep, the man met his eyes. It being the same man who Yoongi had been so on guard with so many years ago. Afraid of what his intentions with her were. Knowing that he was the friend of the girl's brother. Her same brother Yoongi had no clue how. . . he had survived.

"The fuck are you here for? Huh?" It was Junsu standing in that single doorway. And it was Junsu who the man had kept himself from killing all those years ago. Having to accept the fact that he was someone important. Important to her.

"I just want to see, SeJun—"

"You know that man doesn't want shit to do with you—"

"Junsu-ah." And there it was. That look that had the man just barely smirking to himself, in which he tilted his head with a smile. Allowing for the man to enter his home, only to jerk his head over at that single balcony. The same balcony he could see him standing upon. Holding no more than that single cigarette between his fingers, in which he turned around upon hearing the door open.

Yet the man didn't speak. Didn't do anything more than just barely laugh, only to lean his back against the railing. All while Yoongi watched. Watched the man take another drag of his cigarette. Watch the smoke move alongside the wind as he did so. Carrying that demeanor to himself Yoongi could remember him holding when he first ever met the man. Having been just as lost in life as Yoongi himself.

"You always have been bold. . . you know that?" SeJun smirked over at the man. His voice deep and expression so, so heavy. Holding that attraction to himself that'd have the man running through just as many women. . . as they all did.

And he watched as Yoongi met his eyes. Looking at the man like he would each time they'd interact. Even if Yoongi himself never believed he would've seen the man again after that day. Swearing that he had died in every way those men he's killed before have.

"I'm not here to fight, SeJun. . . I just need your help." Yoongi could see that immediate amusement. Amusement that had SeJun smiling at the man as he let that single cigarette meet with his lips. All while Yoongi watched. Watched him laugh. Watched him shake his head. Blowing no more than that final breath of smoke amongst the air before tossing the single cigarette into the ash tray lying there on the rail. Having allowed himself to step up to the younger who he had wanted to kill the minute he saw him again. Yet the younger his sister was completely in love with. Having provided the girl with that nephew SeJun never believed he'd get to meet.

Yet SeJun didn't speak. Didn't do anything more than further step up to the man. His black hair just barely over his eyes and body so broad. Having let out that deep go fuck yourself, in which Yoongi couldn't help but say his name. Knowing that the man hated him. Yet that he had every single right to.

"I just need to get to your father—"

"Then get to him—"

"SeJun—please." And it was SeJun who had never. Never heard the man plea like that. Never watched him carry that gaze so desperate. Because the man wasnt willing to wait any longer. To wait for him to randomly come across his presence. To wait for his son to go back to school and be approached by the man again as SeJun met his eyes. His own just as heavy as Yoongi could remember. Because the man was no different from him. And Yoongi knew that. Knew that the second he met the man.