Drugs- Yoongi [18+]

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Head dropped back and fingers desperately wrapped in the girl's hair, Yoongi let himself release a curse from off his lips. Completely engrossed by the feeling of ones lips wrapped around his lower half in such a way that had his chest heaving in pleasure.

"Hyung!" He couldn't help but let out a groan. Wanting to do nothing more than tell the sudden voice to fuck off. But he didn't. Didn't do anything more than pull the girl away, in which he looked down at her so distastefully.

"Fuck off." He mumbled out. Pulling up the pants he attired  before pushing past the girl. Meeting Jungkook's panicked eyes as he opened the bedroom door.

"What?"

"He didn't have the money for it last night. He only had 50,000 and it was 70." Jungkook's words were quick as he spoke. Catching the immediate irritation within Yoongi's frame as he let out a satanic laugh. Causing the veins of his neck to protrude in such a way that had the younger scared for the indebted man himself.

"I want the rest by the end of next week." Yoongi grunted out. Holding himself back from damaging his surroundings. He hated when payments were late. They should never be late. "Just make sure he knows that."

And Jungkook did. Having made sure to let the man know that Yoongi didn't care to kill him as Jungkook watched the elder slam his door shut. Running the heaviness of his hand through his the roughness of his blonde locks almost violently, only to meet eyes with the girl who was huddled up against the corner. Even if he could see the amount of fear behind them. But he didn't care. Having done nothing more than nod his head at her to follow him.

"Come and finish me off."

—

He was there again. Sitting right beside her desk. And Ming wondered why he was always the first one in class yet the first to leave.

"What is it that you want? Huh?" She couldn't help but scoff. Having noticed the way he ran his eyes up and down her body the second she could so much as walk into class. Practically stripping the girl underneath his gaze.

"How many times do I have to tell you that I enjoy looking at things that interest me. . . " Yoongj let himself smirk. Even if her stomach was quick to churn in distaste. Completely annoyed to see such arrogance in a person.

But Ming didn't speak. Acting nonchalant as ever, as she took her seat. Making sure to move it a few of inches away from his own. Yet the man's voice still confused ringing through her ears. Feeling like utter acid to her being.

"So. . ." Yoongi leaned himself in. Having his breath ghost her skin, in which the girl went tense. Knowing that the man wasn't someone she should get close to. Because he wasn't.

"There are things you can try that are so much better. . . than cigarettes—"

"I already told you that I don't do drugs." She cut him off. Having turned around, only to meet eyes with the the man who had her breath hitching ever so subtly. Able to feel that heat of his own on the softness of her lips that couldn't help but fall agape. Too intimidated to do anything more than watch the way his eyes flickered down body then back to her eyes.

Yet, Yoongi didn't move. Able to see each ounce of intimidation within her eyes that couldn't help but study his features. Completely unable to deny that he was attractive. So, so attractive.

"If you want to kiss me. . . you don't have to ask." His voice was nothing more than a whisper. All while the heaviness of his hand let itself rest on her thigh. Making the girl snap out of it almost instantly as she slapped his fingers away with a harsh glare. Earning that same quiet laughter from the man who couldn't help but tilt his head. Knowing that the woman was right where he wanted her.

"I don't want your drugs—"

"Who said I was talking about drugs? Huh?" He gave a smile. Making sure she could hear that heaviness of his tone. "They seem to be on your mind a lot—"

"Fuck you." And just like that, she cut off his words. Unable to stop the immediate scoff that fell off her lips as the man watched the way she turned back to the front of class. Trying her best to pay attention to the professor and not him.

"Just stop speaking to me, Min Yoongi."