Drugs 3- Yoongi [18+]

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Ming entered the classroom in the slightest apprehension. Feeling the clamminess of her palms as she made way to her seat. Setting down her things in a destitute manner before pulling out her notebook and laying it on her desk. Acting nonchalant as ever while the professors voice began to fill the air. Trying her best to ignore all the negative thoughts rummaging through her mind.

And as she put the tip of her pencil onto a fresh sheet of notebook paper with her head down, she could hear his footsteps. Him being the same man who was always late to class. And the same man who immediately noticed the difference in the girls expression as she looked up to catch his gaze. Her own no longer holding remorse but instead relief.

He knew about her breakup with Yoongi. Putting together that it was the reason behind her previous change of attitude. And so as he caught the happiness held within her being, he knew that things had changed. And that the man who he wanted out of her life had returned all over again.

"Ming." Keeping his expression blank, he gave the woman a smile. Not receiving one back from the girl who set her pencil down. Putting the person she loves first because Ming knew that Yoongi didn't like Hyungsik. That he was insecure. And that even though she told him not to worry, he still would.

"Can I talk to you?" Her voice was oddly quiet. Completely different from the tone she usually held which was always annoyed.

Hyungsik let his lips curve into a smirk. Wanting to intimidate her by just the way he nodded. Leaning in close enough to have his breath hit her skin before setting a heavy hand on her jean clad thigh. "Of course. . ." His voice was so smug. "Ask or say whatever you'd like."

And scarcely the woman let her fingers wrap around his own. Pulling away the tips of his digits from off her thigh as she swallowed down the lump in her throat. Returning to her old ways of acting cold. Of acting just like she did when she first met him. . . and when she first met Yoongi.

"I need you to stay away from me. Don't talk to me. Don't look at me. Just act as if I don't even exist." And she was so blunt with the way she spoke. Catching the sudden amusement in the mans eyes that trailed so deviously down her body. His lips curving even more into a smirk as the length of his tongue caressed the skin.

"Oh Ming." He couldn't help but chuckle. It being one that had the woman's skin crawling as he shook his head. Moving in closer to make sure she felt his presence. His presence that became oh so dark. "You think it's just that easy, huh?" He let his head tilt. Re-pressing a hand to her thigh in which the woman went to push it away. But Hyungsik was quick to take hold of her wrist. Making her wince from just the strength of his grip.

"Let go of me." Huffed out, Ming tried to move away. Not even wanting to speak anymore to the man because Jisung came into mind. The man who had raped her. And the man who had made something so cherishable in her eyes become something so petrifying. "Please—"

"What is it about him, huh?" Hyunsgik let out yet another laugh. Cutting her off before peering his eyes over to the teacher who was utterly oblivious as to what was going on. Just like the other students who were either too busy on their phones or actually paying attention. And Ming could feel her heart racing in fear as he moved his eyes back over to her own. Placing his other hand on her thigh before letting the length of his digits trail along the material of her jeans.

"He can't do the things I can. He can't fuck you like I can. Can't treat you like I can. Can't even fucking be there for you like I can." Hyungsik seethed out. Moving closer to Ming as the minutes passed by. The minutes that began to feel like hours to the woman who's lips began to tremble and eyes began to tear. Because the aggression and threat in his tone was just like Jisung's that night he touched her. That night that had her so fearful for her life that she couldn't even speak the next day.

"Just look at you. . ." And she stayed silent. "I know you're only doing this because of him. That you're only doing this because that fucking piece of shit is too insecure." He grunted out. Running a heavy hand over the zipper of her jeans that had Ming choking out a broken sob. Too traumatized to even say a word as he popped the button. "It'd be so much easier if you just got rid of him."

And as if something clicked inside the woman, Ming got to her feet. Feeling disgusted with herself as she packed up her things in an unruly manner. Not caring about the curious eyes lingering on her hurried frame as Hyusngik's laughter filled the air. His laughter that trailed behind the woman who just wanted to get the fuck out of there.

"Yoongi—" She could've sworn her heart dropped as she stepped outside. Catching sight of the man who was walking towards her classroom with his phone held up against his ear. Wanting to surprise the woman who thought he was busy for the day. But Yoongi made sure that everything was taken care of beforehand so that he could spend time with the girl who ran into his chest. Startling Yoongi almost instantly as he voiced out a quick I'll call you back later before hanging up the phone. Placing both hands on her waist as Ming gripped at the front of his shirt.

Yoongi could feel the shuddering of her frame that was clinging to his own for dear life. Unsure of what happened to the woman that should've known not to do such a stupid thing. That should've known not to let Yoongi see her this way. Because the minute he took hold of her chin, catching sight of the tears that fell from the softness of her chocolate eyes, Ming could already see the sudden darkness of his gaze. And the sudden infuriation in his tone as he voiced out a deep why are you crying? Not receiving anything but silence from the girl because Ming knew that he'd call her bluff.

"Why the fuck are you crying?" His words were so deadly as they escaped his lips yet again. Coming out in the slowest manner as Ming shook her head. Praying to god that he wouldn't come outside. But like the persistent man Hyusngik was, it didn't take long for him to show up. Making Yoongi's blood boil by just the sight of him.

"Did you touch her?" Yoongi knew Ming wouldn't have been acting that way for no reason. That she wouldn't have held him the way she did after running up to the man himself. And that she wouldn't have been silent when he asked her a question.

Hyunsgik curved the side of his lips. Laughing at the man who was just seconds away from beating the living shit out of him. Ignoring all the gentle calls of his name from Ming who began to panic. Placing the softness of her hands on Yoongi's face while whispering for him to just let it go.

"I don't know, ask her." And with that, Yoongi looked down at Ming. Witnessing the popped button of her jeans that had him instantly pushing her away. But instead lunging straight for the man who chuckled as Yoongi brought his fist across the boys face. Taking hold of his collar while desperately plowing away at his skin.

"You fucking bastard!" Yoongi knew exactly what he had done. What had his love crying into his chest. Because just like Ming, Jisung came to Yoongi's mind. Only able to see the purple bruises that painted the skin of her hips that night they reunited. And that night he killed the man for hurting her so badly.

"Yoongi!" Ming couldn't let him continue. Even if she herself deep down wanted Hyusngik to suffer. But over the past year of meeting Yoongi, she had changed a lot. No longer as satanic when it came to certain things. "Baby please!" She was so desperate at this point. Eyeing the man with blurry vision as his fists turned the color of crimson. Laced with the blood escaping Hyungsik's lips before Yoongi thrashed him from out of his hold. Finally giving into Ming who caught Yoongi's face.  Brushing away the tears from his eyes that he didn't even know were falling. Because that incident with Jisung had made him feel so fucking helpless. Unable to rescue his love who just wanted him to hold her.

"Just wait. . ." Yoongi let Ming take him away. Peering over the girls head only to watch Hyungsik laugh even more as he groaned out breathless chuckles. Not knowing that he'd soon find out. . . just who Yoongi really was.