Drugs 3- Yoongi [18+]

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"Be safe for me today, okay?" Yoongi could hear the silent shuddering of Ming's voice as it emitted through his phone. Receiving a stern call of his name from the girl who continued to try and ignore the worry built up in the pit of her stomach. Because she knew that Yoongi was going to be seeing the men YongJu had him doing business with today. And that if something goes wrong, she's nowhere near him.

"I'll call you when I can." Yoongi had to force himself to end the call. Letting out a quick I love you before the line went dead. And he could just imagine the tears welling up in her eyes right now. The tears that he would brush away with his thumbs if he were there to do so. But right now he couldn't let himself dwell on the thought any longer. Heavily sticking his phone into the pocket of his slacks before taking a quick look in the mirror with a swipe of the nose. Jerking his head to the side in such a way that would have women getting on their knees for the man. And with a grunt, he made way to Jin and Hoseok's room. Knocking on the door in angst only to reveal the other blonde haired male who's torso was on full display.

"Where's the money?" Yoongi questioned towards Jin. His voice agitated enough to let the elder know that Yoongi was completely in another state of mind. One that had Hoseok instantly getting to his feet as he secured the watch around his wrist. Meeting Yoongi's eyes while voicing out a quick right here. Pulling the duffel bag full of cash from underneath the bed and onto the mattress itself.

And for some reason Yoongi felt as though something was off. Asking Hoseok how much there was supposed to be while rummaging his hand through the green wads. The instincts he was taught as a kid, intervening with his thoughts as he quirked an eyebrow up at the younger.

"100,000." Hoseok could see the wavering of Yoongi's eyes as he studied the elders body language. Watching the man give a hesitant nod before he took his hand from out the bag. Telling Hoseok to zip it up before pulling his phone once again from his pocket. Sliding the thing open to call YongJu only to see an image sent to him from Ming. Clicking on it in worry just to see the girl laying on his bed with one of his dress shirts on. Her lips formed into a soft pout with a message lying underneath the picture; you didn't let me say I love you back.

And god had Yoongi never thought that just her silly ways could do so much for the man himself. Making him let out a stifled laugh before he shook his head. Not knowing what he would do with himself if the girl never allowed for him to be with her again. But she needed him just as much as he needed her.

"Yoongi." It was YonguJu's voice that had him acting just how he was before. Having to push away his emotions because he'd never allow the man to hear the vulnerability in his tone. Or see the hesitation in his eyes as Yoongi nodded at Jin and Hoseok for them to follow. Leaving the hotel room in a quick manner while checking the time on his watch. Already noticing just how late it was in the afternoon as the three got into their car.

"You know where to go?" Yoongi pulled the phone away from his ear. Receiving a nod from Jin who began to drive. Noticing the rain that started to paint the windshield as the raspiness of Yoongi's voice cut harshly through the air.

"What floor are they on?" There was so much impatience in his tone. Something he was bad at controlling since he was a kid as YongJu let out a quiet sigh. Eagerly lifting up the glass of alcohol sitting on the desk sat before him while answering Yoong's question.

"27." Yoongi let the number sink into his system. Focusing on just the double digits. And the double digits only.

"Just tell them you're there for me. . . and say nothing else unless they ask for you to do so." Yoongi could almost feel the beating of YongJu's heart through the phone. And the unsteadiness it held as the man hung up. Throwing his head back almost instantly with a silent curse as he downed the rest of his alcohol. Leaving Yoongi to do a job that he had no business doing.

"Lets go." Jin pulled onto the side of yet another hotel. One that was brimmed from head to toe with tinted glass as he stepped out of the car. Catching the darkness held within Yoongi's gaze as the man led them to the elevators. Having felt the desperate amount of eyes staring at them from just the danger emitting off their beings.

And as they reached floor 27, Yoongi could feel the worry eating away at his stomach. Even if the man had done this oh so many times. But he couldn't control the images of Ming flashing through his mind. Having to replay her words just to calm him down as the elevator doors opened. Revealing the darkest hallway he had ever seen with red carpet floors to match.

So in hesitation, Yoongi began to walk. Continuing to do so before being met with two men standing outside of one of the rooms.

"I'm here to deliver for YongJu." Yoongi realized how it must feel when others have to come to him. And how sick to their stomachs they must feel as one of the men nodded. Allowing for the three boys to enter in which Yoongi took heavy steps inside the room. Keeping his expression blank as he met eyes with the man who he could only believe was the head guy.

"Take a seat." The man was much older. Almost resembling YongJu himself as Yoongi obeyed with Jin and Hoseok following suit. "You know, I've heard good things about you. . ." Yoongi watched the way the side of his lip twitched. "And I'm sure you've heard things about me as well." He hadn't. And Yoongi hated that he didn't. Because Yoongi liked to know who he was dealing with. And exactly what he was getting himself into as the elder male jerked his head at one of his men. Having them take the duffel bag full of cash from Hoseok only to voice out a whispered go count that for me in which he smirked over at Yoongi. Keeping the intensity of their eyes locked while pulling a cigar from out the case sitting on his desk. The glass windows behind him, creating the most distraught piece of art as he locked his fingers around a lighter. Taking a few drags from the thing only to help the item ignite.

And it was then that his worker came back to his side. Lowering down just enough to reach the elder mans ear while he dropped his head back with a breathy chuckle. The smoke from the cigar creating random patterns as he got to his feet. Taking the heaviest of steps towards Yoongi only to slip behind the man.

"Here's another thing you may not know about me. . ." Yoongi could feel the metal of a gun being pressed against the back of his skull. Making the warmth of his blood turn into ice as the mans breath hit his neck. "I fucking hate it. . . when people. . . come up. . . short."