Drugs 3- Yoongi [18+]

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Ming smoothed her hands over the jeans she attired. Taking a quick glance in the bathroom mirror before pushing the door open only to collide with someone who she hadn't even thought about.

"Ming." The way he spoke her name with such smugness held in his tone, made the girl's stomach immediately drop. Realizing that Yoongi was somewhere roaming around campus and that the man standing before her could've possibly seen him.

"Not now." Was the quickest thing she could come up with, followed by a shove of the shoulder. But Hyungsik was quick to grab her wrist. Cocking his head diligently to the side with an irritating grin laced on his lips as the girl glared up at him. Her back pressed against the wall right next to the bathroom and face close enough to feel his breath on her skin.

"Not even a hello?" He moved in closer. Increasing the woman's heartbeat because god did Ming not want Yoongi to see her this way with a man pressing her up against a wall. Especially a man who he doesn't even know.

"I have to go." She pushed him away. Her jaw tight enough to the point where she could feel her blood boiling as Hyungsik brought both of his hands up in surrender. His lips still etched with a smirk as he chuckled at the woman before moving back just enough for her to leave in which she immediately did. Never having felt so fucking worried in her life as she left the area. Feeling his eyes still lingering on her frame.

And as Ming looked from hallway to hallway and door to door, she finally found the man who had her more than terrified. Sighing in relief as she slowly opened the door only to witness him with his body slouched over the keys of a piano.

"Yoongi?" Her gentle voice fled the silent room in a questioning manner which received a hum from the man who still didn't look at her. And she could tell something was off.

So with light footsteps, Ming approached the man in hesitation. Sliding her hands up his back and down to his chest as she rested her head on his shoulder. "Yoongi baby, what happened?" She caught tears pooling in the softness of his chocolate eyes. Watching them splash onto the keys in a painful manner before he ran his fingers along them. Pressing down every here and there until creating a slow melody which made even Ming herself, surprised.

"I never knew you could play piano." She whispered out. Watching his fingers move in such a beautiful way until he abruptly stopped with a shake of the head. Turning around in the piano's stool only to have the woman stand between his legs.

"There's a lot you don't know about me, kitten." He looked up at her. Sniffling as the woman cupped his face. Brushing her thumbs along his cheeks to wipe away his tears in which Yoongi brought his hands up to take hold of her waist.

"Like why you were crying. . ." She connected their lips. Feeling his grasp tighten before he pulled her down onto his lap. Accepting her arms around his neck while burying his face into her shoulder.

"Just thinking of old memories. That's all." He pulled away to meet her narrowed eyes that held so much love for him.

"You sure, baby?"

"Positive." He reconnected their lips. Trailing them diligently along the side of her neck. And Ming could feel his hand roaming her thighs. Reaching higher and higher in which she immediately stopped the man with a stern call of his name.

"Oh come on, kitten. . . why don't we finish what we stared this morning."

"Yoongi!" She couldn't help but giggle at his playful ways. Feeling him lift her up before trapping her thighs around his waist only to walk over to the door. Locking the thing so no one could get in while turning off the lights as well.

"Yoongi baby, no. We're gonna get caught—

"No we won't." He cut her off with a smirk. Moving them back into the furthest wall in which Ming let out a gentle gasp from the feeling of her back connecting with it. "You just have to be quiet for me, huh?"

"But—"

And once again, he cut her off. Connecting their lips in a hard yet gentle manner while Ming took hold of his hair. Feeling him smiling through the kisses that moved down to her neck which had her giggling with each one he gave her. Because even though this was something that could get the both of them in major trouble, it was such a Yoongi thing to do.

"God I hate you." She chuckled out. Pulling his head from her neck only to witness a smile laced on his lips. Completely whipped by the man himself.

"Oh really?"

"Really." And with an amused lip bite, Ming cupped his face in her hands once again. Nuzzling their noses together while feeling his fingers dance along the hem of her jeans. Tugging on the zipper in which he skillfully pulled them down just enough to give him access to the thing that'd have the girl burying her face into his shoulder. Muffling out any noises that dared to escape while Yoongi fled her system with pleasure. Knowing just how she liked it.

"Yoongi." He loved how she'd call his name in such a sinful whisper. Creating the most beautiful sound to ring through his ears that have heard her say it like that oh so many times.

"Still worried about getting caught?" He grumbled out. Receiving a playful glare from the woman who was too immersed by the ache between her legs to say a word.

And as Ming let the man free of restraints in complete surrender, she didn't even realize that Hyungsik was standing outside the door. Having watched everything through the small window. But he wouldn't say anything to her the following day when she walked in as if everything was fine. As if she hadn't gotten fucked by her boyfriend in the piano room. And as if she hadn't known that the man who was slowly unraveling the girl had seen everything. Because secrets. . . should be kept secrets.