Agust D : Min Yoongi x Reader

12. Addictive

"Yoongi" you hummed, giving him a back-hug when he sat on the bed. You were still in your pyjamas, it was really early. And he seemed really tired.

"Where were you?"

"Get off" he grumbled, abruptly getting up and his hands vigorously shaking. He unbuttoned the top buttons of his shirt, hurriedly pacing over to where he left his whiskey.

"Go to the bathroom for me" he said after taking a long sip.

"Huh?"

"Just get me the little bag!" he screamed loudly, his eyes wild, his hand pulling out a 100$ bill from somewhere. And you were feeling that oh-so-familiar, cold exterior, from Agust D.

Because he was yelling at you as if you were the biggest bitch in the world.

Because he was shaking as if he was about to spasm out of control any minute.

Because his shoes left blood trails but you couldn't tell for sure. His hair seemed damp. And his teeth were gritted as he angrily sat into his armchair, tapping his foot way too loudly for it to be discreet.

"Here" you threw the bag at him, wanting to aim for that wicked face of his but instead hitting his chest. You knew what it was, and you knew what was happening. You didn't know how to address it, whether to address it whatsoever.

"Come here"

His voice changed back into its normal octave as he cooed for you, his arms stretching out and touching the soft fabric of your lace negligee.

He did two lines. Perhaps even more. You didn't even look at him as he performed his terrible sin.

"Oh princess" his hands moved up your thighs, reaching dangerously high, a small smirk playing on his lips "Sorry about that, I needed it. Now, did you miss me?"

"Not as much as you missed your dope" you said, wanting to make him feel bad, wanting to annoy him. He just pulled you down into his lap, pouting his lips before licking them slowly.

"How about you stop with that attitude. I wouldn't want to punish you"

"I'm not in the mood Yoongi"

It was like 6AM. You were barely even awake. He reeked of alcohol and blood, though that wasn't anything new. Sweat stuck to his hair, you now noticed from the closeness, and his eyes gleamed red.

"Babygirl, that's not really nice of you" he clicked his tongue, his hands gliding up and down your thighs, his fingers hooking at the hem of your nightgown. But then he looked up, and he noticed your expression that really wasn't showing much signs of you "being in the mood", so he stopped.

He leaned back into his chair, sighing loudly and grabbing the little bag yet again. But you stopped him.

"Don't"

"Why not?" he cracked into a smile, raising his eyebrows as if you'd asked the dumbest question ever

"This is dangerous stuff"

His eerie laughter echoed around the room and it was really too early for Yoongi-mania, but not like you had any choice. Or rather, Agust-mania.

"Seriously?"

"I mean I know" yes, you're not dumb, you know what you signed up for "But this is real addiction that could lead too- the point is, your want has become a need"

"Sweetie, I'm addicted to many things" his lips trailed up your neck before you could feel his hot breath right next to your ear "You're one addiction"

The small packet was tightly in your hand.

What happened to that Yoongi from last night who wanted your advice? What happened to him?

"Let go"

"Yoongi"

"Don't" he whispered "You can't change me. No one can. Stop playing games and just, give up. I'm not worth the effort"

And his voice sounded so desperate in that moment, you were caught off guard by his sudden vulnerability, that your hand instinctively did let go.

"Yoongi-"

"I need a shower" he replied flatly, all the previous pain in his voice disappearing now that he had what he wanted. With another line, he was gone out of the room, dumping you to sit where he previously sat. "I also need to get some work done"

You'd need some sort of therapist since this man sure as hell wasn't normal.

And his shoes were so bloody that your carpet was now dirty and your room reeked. Seriously, could he have not left his shoes downstairs? This was just a great addition to an already-screwed-up day. And it was barely 6AM.

"Who got you so dirty anyways?"

You walked into the bathroom and he was already in the shower. He became lightning fast under the influence. It was incredible how such a dirty thing made him so clean.

"Does it matter?"

And he pulled the glass door open a little, not even giving you a glance, but merely offering with a hand that you join him.

And under regular circumstances, you would, but something was way off and you weren't feeling anything.

"Perhaps you should lay low a little. Stop going out for the job. Let your men do the work"

And he didn't reply. You weren't sure if he didn't hear you from the water, or if he pretended not to hear you. Either way, you had dirty shoes to get rid off.

"Thanks Eva" you smiled at one of the maids that took the shoes out of the room. The rug would be cleaned later today. At a normal time perhaps, since the regular staff was still sleeping.

"To answer your question" his voice greeted itself back into the room and surprised you a little "No thanks"

"But just for a little bit" you stared at him as he approached you, with only a beige towel tied on his lower half.

"Princess" he had this I-can-Do-Anything sort of smile on his face as he gently held your chin "Business. Simple, cut-to-the-chase, business. My business"

"Your b-u-s-i-n-e-s-s" you accented thickly "Will get you killed, and I don't want you dead yet"

He gave a short laugh to that, drawing his finger across your jaw line before pulling you in for a kiss.

"I won't get killed. Not anytime soon at least"