Drugs 3- Yoongi [18+]

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"Yoongi." It was Hoseok's subtle voice that had the man finally opening his eyes. Seeing as though he hadn't moved from the spot he was on his knees at. So, softly, Hoseok pressed a hand to his shoulder. Knowing that he was suffering and that Jin shouldn't have said those things to him. Because Yoongi didn't need to be reminded of the lies that he thought were so true. Or the things that made him oh so insecure.

"Come on, get up." The younger watched as he stood. His lips agape and expression completely drained as he nodded up at Hoseok who led him to his room.

"Jin—"

"He's fine." Hossok cut him off. Not allowing him to the see the elder male who's face was ridden with bruises and blood.

And so Yoongi obeyed. Entering his room in a quiet manner only to hear the door close shut behind him.

"Jimin." Hoseok met the younger gaze. His eyes treacherously dark and aura practically demolishing his being as Jimin glared over at him.

"What?"

"Go. I want you to go and figure all of this shit out. And I don't care what she says. Just get her the fuck here." Grunting, Hoseok ordered the boy to do so. Only receiving a nod from the man who left Jin's side. Running a rough hand through his black hair before leaving the house in an unruly manner. Driving through the streets almost recklessly enough to get himself killed as he made way to the one place he knew she'd be.

And with his fist pounding ruthlessly against the metal door, he watched Ming appear. Not even letting the girl speak before he pushed her back into the house. Slamming the door shut behind them before taking hold of her arms. His grip tight enough to make her wince as he pressed his nose into her neck. Having the woman's back be against the wall while looking down at her with deadly eyes.

"Jimin—"

"Just hear me out, huh?" She could feel the heat of his breath on her skin as the depth of his voice sent shivers down her spine. Creating the thickest aura of tension as he rested the palms of his hands on her waist. Making sure that she watched him tilt his head in the most cocky manner while the sharpness of his jaw clenched. "You know how bad I've wanted you. How bad I've wanted to have you writhing and screaming and fucking crying for mercy underneath me as I fuck the living shit out of you. But I haven't. I haven't made any moves and I haven't backstabbed the man who is currently breaking down because of you. Because Yoongi needs you, Ming. He fucking needs you—"

"Jimin." With a harsh breath, Ming cut him off. Looking up at the man with tears already pooling in her chocolate eyes. "You didn't hear the things he said to me. You didn't hear or see or feel how badly it fucking hurt when I watched him with another girl. Doing all the things he used to do with me. . . with her." She seethed out in a sob. Tired of fighting with the people who had no clue. Because they didn't. But neither did she. Because Ming didn't know that Yoongi saw everything that day with Hyungsik. That he had seen him tugging on her waist. Flickering his eyes almost desperately down her body while purring out her name. And Jimin didn't care how much he'd have to persuade her. Nor how aggressive he'd have to be just to get the girl to listen. Just to get her back to the one man who had never been so lost in his life.

"I know I'm not perfect. That I haven't been the best girlfriend and that I should've tried harder with Yoongi, but there's a point where you just can't take it anymore, Jimin. You just can't."

"But you can't give up on him, Ming. H-he doesn't know the ins and outs of a relationship. He doesn't know how to speak his feelings or how to tell you that somethings going wrong. All he knows how to do is lash out. And I've never seen him act this fucking ruthless before. Killing so many innocent people that it makes me fucking disgusted to even think about."

And Ming watched the tears that fell from Jimin's own chocolate eyes. Coming down so softly that she could feel her heart breaking. Because she knew how much Yoongi meant to the man even if they didn't always get along very well. Because at the end of the day. . . family is still family.

"You don't have to do anything, Ming. You don't have to stay with him or even speak to the man, okay? But just come with me. Just let him see you one last time. Let him cry. Let him beg. Let him do whatever he needs to do in order to get all of this shit out of his system." Jimin plead with quivering lips. Biting his bottom one while doing so only to grab hold of the girl even stronger. His gruffly attire desirable enough to have most women going completely insane as Ming reluctantly, nodded. Scared to face something that she knew would have her oh so vulnerable.

And with a sniffled let's go, Jimin drove her to the one place he was at. The one place that she had been so afraid to go to when Yoongi had asked her all that time ago. Remembering exactly how he did It. And exactly how captivated she felt just underneath the man's presence.

"Just give me a minute, okay?" Ming looked over at Jimin who had tears stained against the softness of his cheeks. Her gaze pleading enough to make him instantly obey with a silent nod as he left the girl alone in the car. Going inside without her just to see the rest of the boys sitting there in angst; Hoseok being the main one. And before he could cuss the boy out, Jimin cut him off. Voicing out a deadly she's in the car before taking a rough seat on the couch. Keeping his head locked between his thighs while resting his palms against the back of his neck.

And it was then that Ming walked in. Her presence alone doing wonders to the house that had became so tense over the pass few months.

"Jin." She caught the bruises that painted his supple skin. Knowing just who it was that gave him those marks. "I'm so sorry—"

"Just go." He looked up at her. Grabbing ahold of her hand before nodding his head in the direction of his door. "Please, Ming. . . just please."