Drugs 4- Yoongi [18+]

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He didn't know what to say. Didn't know how to approach the girl. Having never seen her fall apart that way. Because she had. Had fallen apart. Had gotten her heart torn in ways she would never once be able to describe. Because the man didn't leave her with the intentions of coming back. Yet had left for good. Having looked at his face for the last time with no life within it at all. And it hurt. Hurt to hold that last image of the man in her mind.

And he had watched as the woman entered their home on silent feet. Immediately going to their room, only to close the door behind her, in which it was YeJun who had noticed that they were back. Having been stuck at home, unable to leave. Making him immediately meet his fathers eyes. . . that were completely drained.

"Dad?" His voice was so heavy. So heavy yet so cautious. Causing Yoongi to do no more than drop his head down. Because he couldn't. Couldn't relish upon the fact that he had taken away the girls only family yet again.

"U-Uncle SeJun is okay right—"

"I'm sorry, YeJun-ah—"

"Dad—"

"He just bled too much too quickly, a-and I couldn't get him proper help in time—" Yoongi couldn't help but cut himself off. Couldn't help but have those tears fill his eyes all over again. Painting everything the man felt inside. Tired of constantly ruining everything he ever touched. Having ruined his relationship with his wife. Having ruined his relationship with his kid. And the man couldn't. Couldn't face the reality of it all.

However, YeJun didn't speak. Didn't do anything more than feel his throat go dry and his eyes begin to sting. Just barely getting a taste of the man in his life. Able to have seen how much the man adored his mother. His mother who he couldn't help but immediately think of the second his eyes locked on his parents bedroom door. Unable to let himself just stand there and not say or do a single thing as he walked himself over with those crutches holding up every inch of his body. All while he just barely knocked before entering in that manner slow enough to make his heart fall apart the minute he caught his mother lying there in bed crying in every way she's had for him.

"M-Mom." And he watched as she immediately tried to brush away those same tears. Sitting herself up in bed, only to watch her child walk towards her in that manner so slow. All while she saw. Saw those tears in his eyes. Saw that heartache upon his face.

"B-Be careful, baby—"

"I'm sorry, mom." He didn't care to feel that pain. Sitting down next to the girl who's entire facade diminished right then and there. Because she couldn't keep it together. Couldn't not think of the fact that the person she had endlessly ridiculed herself over was taken from her all over again. Missing out on her child's life just like he had before. And Ming couldn't. Couldn't help but hurt from it all.

Yet all she could do was immediately cry. Having felt her child bring his arms around her body, in which he let his hand run up and down her back. Doing everything she had ever done for him. Because it was always his mother who'd listen. Who'd comfort the boy in ways so nurturing. Providing him with that love and security he so desperately needed as a child. Even if he'd still want it. Want to feel that he was safe and loved.

"Mom." He could feel that shuddering of her frame. Could feel the way her hands just barely clung to his shirt. Unable to think of it being her child who would've passed. Because the girl wouldn't have been able to make it. Make it without her child being there with her. Or the one man who knew. Knew it was his fault. That he was in the wrong. That he should've never let the man unnecessarily step into the presence of his father. . . who hated the boy inside and out.