Drugs 4- Yoongi [18+]

Epilogue

"Ming baby, have you seen my keys?"

"No. Where did you put them last—"

"Why would I be asking you if I knew that—"

"Don't yell at me—"

"I'm not fucking yelling at you—"

"Yoongi. Can you just go finish getting dressed—"

"How the fuck can we go if I don't have my keys—" Yet it was then that they heard that knock on their bedroom door. Making Ming immediately scoff at the man with that snapped finish getting ready, in which he only returned the gesture with that same scoff. All while Ming herself walked over to their bedroom door. Having opened the thing to the one boy who had gotten so much better. He was okay.

"C-Can you help me with my tie?" She could've sworn her heart broke upon seeing the boy. Wondering just where all the time had went as she let out that immediate of course, baby, only to let her hands rest upon the thing itself. Even if she couldn't help but peer back at the one man who was hidden within their room. Swearing to herself that she was going to end up killing the man if he wasn't finished getting ready.

"You look so handsome, baby—"

"Why do we have to be so dressed up—"

"It's JunSeo's birthday, baby. We're going somewhere nice—."

"Since when the fuck has JunSeo ever had a fancy birthday—"

"YeJun! Watch your language." She was quick to snap at the boy. Earning no more than that slight roll of the eyes, in which she finished up adjusting his tie. Having given him that glare all too playful, in which she gave him that kiss against the cheek so soft. Voicing out that gentle we'll be leaving soon, only to watch him nod with that quiet thank you. All while she herself went to that single closet where her husband stood. Immediately voicing out his name in that manner ever so stern the second she caught the man talking on the phone.

"Yoongi! I told you to finish getting ready." She didn't care to yell. All while scoffing at the one man who was quick to have that line go dead, only to voice out that deep my bad, baby, in which she glared at him. Even if it was Yoongi who smirked. Taking hold of the one woman he couldn't deny looked good. So, so good.

"You sure it's not my birthday, Ming—"

"Yoongi—"

"You look good, baby—"

"Yoongi—"

"You know I love it when you wear heels. . ." She couldn't help but giggle underneath those immediate kisses. Paired with that tightness of his grasp that was holding onto the woman ever so strongly. Making her take hold of the man's tie, only to look at him with those eyes completely narrow. Unable to deny that she was happy. Happy to be back in the man's presence.

"What else do you like, baby? Hmm?" She let herself tug on the tie itself. Causing him to instantly tilt his head at the woman who his grasp upon went only tighter.

"I like when your hair is wet from the shower. . . I like it when you come to bed in only a robe. . ." He nudged his nose against her own. Making Ming simply smile at the man who she had always. Always caved for.

"I like it when you hide yourself under the covers—"

"Yoongi—"

"You asked me what I liked, baby. . ." She did. Having asked the man something she knew just how he'd respond to, as Yoongi grinned down at the woman who's arms fell around his neck. All while he connected their lips. Happy to feel happy. Happy with him.