Drugs 4- Yoongi [18+]

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"SeJun, no—"

"I want you to meet my sister, baby—"

"SeJun—"

"There's nothing to be nervous about. . . I promise, huh?" He let his lips meet with her own. Able to feel the way the girl smiled in that manner so amused, in which he let his hands guide her hips into his home. Having been met with the one girl who the man's girlfriend couldn't deny had her nervous. Because she didn't. Didn't want to make any wrong impressions.

"Ming, this is JiEun. JiEun this is, Ming." And he watched as his girlfriend gave the girl that bow of the head so soft, only to let her hand fall upon her own. Having heard about the woman so often. Seeing as though she was all. All the man wanted to talk about.

"I'm assuming you're his girlfriend?" In that laughter so soft, Ming looked at the girl. Earning that nod from the woman as she did so, in which SeJun couldn't help but smirk. Having never experienced that happiness. Happiness from someone else.

"He's talked a lot about you. It's nice to finally meet you." Ming gave the woman that smile. Able to see how genuine that gaze she held was as SeJun watched his love look back at him with that glaze ever so playful. Wondering just what. What he had told the girl about her.

"Why don't you go make some friends, Ming, so we can have the house to ourselves more often—"

"SeJun! Don't talk like that to your sister—"

"She's fine, baby. . . isn't that right, Ming?" And he watched as his sister scoffed at him in that manner ever so disgusted. All while he gave her that smirk she couldn't help but laugh from. Unable to deny that she was happy. Happy to see her brother happy. Barely able to remember the last time she had seen him hold that emotion so genuine. Carrying that demeanor to himself so constantly heavy. Yet he was feeling. Feeling that happiness through the one girl he had watched slip right between his fingertips. Who he wished he hadn't met. Who he had gotten killed by the one person his sister had fallen in love with. And the one person who was standing in that single hospital he swore he had never been inside of so many times. Having just been there for his child. . . who he could've sworn wouldn't make it.

"Yoongi." And it was her who said his name. Who rushed out of her home the minute the man could do so much as call her. Wondering as to why. Why life was so constantly unfair. Having just gotten back the one man she loved. Loved more than she'd say.

"W-Where is he—"

"Ming—"

"What happened?!" She didn't want to cry. Didn't want to feel what she had with her child. Yet all she could think about was that she had finally gotten him back. That she had regained the one man she could've sworn she killed. And she couldn't. Couldn't stomach losing him again.

"He had went with me to see your father—"

"My father—"

"Ming—"

"Did you ask him to go—"

"Ming baby—"

"Answer my fucking question, Yoongi." He could see that heaving of her chest. Could see the slight glossiness of her eyes. Because she knew. Knew that her brother wouldn't have. Wouldn't have went to see the man on his own. Wouldn't have set himself up to get hurt or killed.

"I just wanted to get to him—"

"Are you fucking crazy—"

"Ming—"