Drugs- Yoongi [18+]

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JiSung waited for the digits of his watch to strike 7 as he sat there. Foot tapping and cigarette lying ever so disdainfully amongst his lips.

"Where the fuck is he?" JiSung looked over at one of his guys. Earning nothing more than a shrug from the man who watched as he laughed. Thrashing his cigarette onto the dirty floor beneath his feet, only to pace himself back and forth. Because it was Namjoon who he was waiting for. And it was Namjoon who he wanted to strike a fucking bullet through as the said man walked in on heavy feet. Having made it right on time.

"You needed me?" JiSung could hear the annoyance in his tone. Paired with the irritation in his gaze that caught his own in a heated manner. Hating just how composed the boy was. Because JiSung wanted him afraid. Wanted him to treat him as if he were Yoongi. And wanted him right at the tips of his fingers. But Namjoon would never see JiSung in that way. Knowing that the man was nowhere near being as powerful. As dominant, and as intelligent as the boy who had no clue. . . that he was there.

"That girl of his is still taking on this deal, correct?" JiSung cocked his brow. Trying his hardest to ignore the amount of frustration running through his veins. Because he was tired. Tired of always looking stupid.

"Yeah. . . why?" Namjoon tilted his head. Feeling that immediate pounding of his heart as he watched the man's gaze go dark. Having been put in a situation that had him completely tied at both ends.

"Because I'm going to be the one. . . killing her." But never before had they been so wrong. So, so wrong.