Drugs 3- Yoongi [18+]

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"Woah Hyung, the fuck is your problem?" Jimin chuckled at the man who slammed open the door of their house. Witnessing the blood lingering on his fists as Ming quietly trailed behind him. Softly shaking her head at Jimin while raising a finger to her lips. Not wanting for Yoongi to take out his anger on the younger boy.

But Yoongi only ignored him. Slamming open yet another door as he entered their room with an animalistic groan. Plowing his fist straight into the wall. And Ming could've sworn that she had never seen him this angry. That she had never seen the man act this way other than that night at the casino. A night that was so treacherous to the both of them.

"Yoongi." She watched as he muttered underneath his breath. Saying that he was going to kill the man. And Ming knew he would. She knew it the moment he took place at his bedside drawer. Ruthlessly pulling the thing open before throwing the packets of cocaine onto the bed that were hiding his favorite gun.

"I'll be back." He didn't even look at her as he said the words. Heading straight for the door in which Ming immediately took place in front of him. Placing both of her hands on his face while meeting his eyes that had unknown tears relishing within them.

"Yoongi baby, calm down—please." She couldn't even control the trembling of her voice. Nor the broken sobs exiting her lips as she got on the tips of her toes. Nudging their noses together because she knew that it would make him focus on her. And only her.

"He fucking touched you, Ming. He-he fucking hurt you a-and made you fucking cry and you think I'm gonna just let him get away with that?!" He scoffed out. The boiling of his blood too strong for him to ignore as Ming shook her head. Waiting for his arms to wrap themselves around her waist as she connected their lips in the most delicate manner. Barely receiving the gesture back from the man who's aura was almost too dark to even stand.

"He didn't hurt me, Yoongi. And I don't want you going out there doing something so reckless right when you're about to leave for your trip." She watched as his eyes wavered. The strength of his grip on the gun he held becoming looser and looser as he finally placed the palms of his hands on her waist. The cold metal feeling like ice to Ming's skin. But also filling the woman with pure relief. Because she knew he was calming down. "You have to choose your battles wisely, baby. You just have to."

"But Ming—"

"No." She cut him off. Not caring if it was going to make him even angrier as she pressed a hand to his chest. Having to be stern with the man who needed her so desperately in his life. Because by now he would've been killed with how ruthless he had become. "I don't care, Yoongi. I don't want you going out there doing something stupid." She brought her other hand down to her own face. Wiping away the tears lingering on the softness of her cheeks while swallowing down the lump in her throat.

"I just want to protect you, kitten." Yoongi's gruffly voice came out so gently as he dropped his head into the crook of her neck. Breaking her heart immensely because Ming could see the guilt eating him alive. "And I don't feel like I am."

"Yoongi, you don't have to kill to make me feel protected." She huffed out. Gripping on his undercut while the man peered his eyes back down at her. Catching the irritation in her gaze because Ming didn't want for him to always lash out. But she knew it was the only way he was taught to handle things. "You're better than that, baby. So much better. And I'm so proud of you for stopping when I told you to do so." She swept away the hair from his eyes. Letting the softness of her palm encase his cheek in which Yoongi tightened his grasp on her frame. Knowing that she only wanted the best for him.

"But Ming, you don't realize how that makes me feel. Because I know how hard that time was for you. It took months, kitten. Fucking months for you to heal from that and I could see how fucking scared you were when holding me." He grunted out. The base of his chest heaving as the girl continued brushing away his tears. "I wasn't there for you then but I'm here for you now, kitten." He met her eyes. "And if I can do something about it then I will—"

"But I don't want you to kill him, Yoongi. I just want you to comfort me." And she could see the realization waver in his eyes. Because Ming was trying her best not to think about the past. But Yoongi was still lingering within the realm of it. It being completely toxic.

"Kitten—" He couldn't even finish his sentence as Ming dropped her head into his chest. Just like she did earlier. And just like the time he found bruises lingering on the softness of her skin. Painting the most eluded images within his mind as she wept into the material of his shirt.

And Yoongi knew that this would happen one day. That the girl would come crumbling down. Because she had never even given herself time to heal from it mentally. Constantly pushing the situation away because it hurt too much to think about. And she wanted to make sure Yoongi was okay. Not taking time to make sure that she herself was doing okay as well. Because sometimes we as people worry too much about others. Wether it be intentionally or unconsciously.

"It hurt so bad, Yoongi." He could feel the shuddering of her voice. And the way she locked the length of her fingers around the base of his shirt. Gripping on it in complete fear. Because she was afraid. Even if she didn't want to believe it for herself.

So with his hands placed on her back, he let the woman vent. Let the woman tell him everything and anything that she didn't let herself say before. And let the woman fill the hole stored within her heart.

No more sadness, phew. Even I can't take it anymore, lol. The head space I have to be in when writing this shit is too dark to dwell within any longer. And it's not even good lmao. But ily all and let's create a better mood within these next few chapters hehehe. Night night >3<