Drugs 3- Yoongi [18+]

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"Tell me about him." Jimin looked over at the girl who was sat next to him on the couch. Holding a wine glass in hand as she narrowed her eyes ever so slightly at the man himself.

"Hyungsik?" It was Ming who he was talking to. The two of them having found themselves on the couch in the living room just aimlessly rambling about random subjects. Because Yoongi, Jin and Hoseok were in Shanghai. And Jungkook was somewhere roaming the streets. So right now, in the midst of having the delicate moonlight drown out their bodies, they couldn't help but conversate. Not wanting to be alone at the moment. 

And with a nod, Jimin brought his own glass of wine to his lips. Watching the way Ming let out a gentle sigh before resting her eyes right on his chocolate ones. "Well you already know how I met him. . ." She could remember just how it happened. Never thinking that he would almost kill her relationship with the man who was everything to her.

"I don't know why, but something about him was so. . . intriguing." Her words were so slow. Almost hesitant as they came out while Jimin stayed silent. Too captivated by the woman herself to say a word. "At first I tried to ignore him. But he was never intimidated by me nor afraid to make inappropriate comments. Or even do so much as tease me while class was going on. And I guess he felt new. Carrying aspects that most men I've met have never carried. " Ming let her lips encase the edge of her glass. Tasting just how bitter the alcohol was as it caressed her throat. But she liked it. She always did.

"So I guess I found myself becoming infatuated with the idea of him. Not realizing that he was beginning to distract me. Or beginning to ruin my relationship with Yoongi. Because I didn't want him to stress about some other man that I had no feelings for. Because I never did. It was always just the idea of being with a man who was. . . different." Jimin could hear the pain behind her words. Because the guilt never left. And it would never leave. Because Ming would never forgive herself for taking granted the only man who's ever sacrificed for her.

So with another quiet sigh, Ming switched the subject. Not wanting to discuss a topic that was so disruptive. "And what about you, Jimin?" She let out a giggle. The sound of it more melodic than any tune he's ever heard. "Tell me about one of your relationships."

"I don't do relationships."

"Oh, really?"

"Really." That earned another giggle from the girl who leaned over to slap a playful hand across his arm. Watching the way his bottom lip became stuck between his teeth while the veins in his hands twitched from running through the black locks that messily laid on his head. And just like that, the aura became different. No longer friendly or even childish as Jimin met her eyes all over again. Knowing that she could feel it too. . . the tension. The tension that had the both of them going silent. Allowing the subtle background noise of the tv to fill the air.

And Jimin didn't know why his heart was racing. Maybe it was the alcohol coursing through his veins. Or maybe it was just him feeling tired. But he knew it was neither. That it was something he tried his best to avoid. It being the simple act of catching feelings. Something he wasn't used to. Because he wasn't. But right now he wanted nothing more than to take hold of the girl. To pull her over his lap and watch the way she begs for him. Or the way she can't help but bite her lips. Trying to hold back the noises that would have him only craving for more of them.

And Ming could see the way he unconsciously started leaning in. Feeling the tension herself because for her it was maybe the loneliness that had her feeling intrigued. Or perhaps the alcohol as well. But even she herself knew that it wasn't the latter. That she was only feeling lonely. Because she was. Having began to start missing Yoongi's warmth. And his touch. And his mischievous ways of playing with the girl who cleared her throat. Having to stop the two of them from doing something that they had no business doing. And something that meant so much to one. . . yet nothing to the other.

"It's late, Jimin. I think it's time we get some sleep, huh?" Her voice was so soft. Only thickening the tension that seemed to completely disappear as he nodded. The rejection coursing through his veins enough to let him know that he had indeed caught feelings. And that he was completely infatuated with the woman who he watched go back to her room. Sparing him one last glance with an almost incoherent, goodnight. Not knowing that the man who had tears welling up in his eyes, was completely in love with her. 

"Do it." It was Jimin's voice that had her snapping back into reality. The memory with him enough to have her begging for Yoongi to stop as the sound of a click cut through the air. Making her own blood turn into ice as she immediately crouched down with tears slipping down her cheeks. Trying her hardest to calm down the man who was still on top of Jimin. Watching the repulsive amount of blood travel from his lips and nose that had his chest heaving in aggression.

"Baby, please." Ming didn't know why. Or how. But just like that, Yoongi met her eyes. Catching sight of his own set of tears that didn't dare escape. Realizing that what he was doing had the woman terrified. And that had the woman crying as he dropped the gun from his grasp. Completely disgusted with himself. Because it was then that he realized just how much they meant to him. And just how much they've done for the man himself. All while he's taken advantage of them.

"J-Jimin I'm—" There were no words that could fix the situation. Or no apologies that could patch the new set of wounds. But there was silence. It being eerie enough to make the grasp on Jimin's collar come loose. And the eyes burning holes through his back turn glossy. The same eyes that have watched Yoongi lash out more times than they could even remember. And the same eyes that stored so much love for the man who they'd never neglect. Knowing that the thought made Yoongi sick to his stomach.

And it stayed like that. All until Jin began to make way towards Yoongi himself. Setting a heavy hand on the mans shoulder that tensed from his touch.

"Let's go, huh?" His voice was so calm. And so deep that Yoongi couldn't help but obey. Too ashamed to look at Ming any longer. Or look at Jimin who caught her gaze. Watching the woman with blurry vision as she mouthed out the softest thank you towards Jin before meeting Jimin's eyes all over again. His eyes that held something for her that she could never return.

"I'm so sorry. . ." He could feel her hand on his cheek. And the way her thumb brushed away his tears. Only making his heart clench more than it already was as she continued to whisper hushed apologies. Helping the man up from where he stayed on the ground. Keeping an arm around the woman's waist as she led him back to his room. Letting him shut the door even if it made her stomach drop. The worried feeling in her gut too present to ignore as Jimin sat on the edge of his bed. Watching the woman leave only to come back with a wet rag in hand. Just barely dabbing away at the blood painted on his skin.

And she continued to apologize. All until Jimin caught her wrist. Pulling her hand away from his face just to catch the sudden fear in her eyes. Because he knew that she could feel it too. . . the tension. Just like she did on the night where it was just them two. A night that Jimin never knew would have his emotions so caught up. And a night that let him realize why Yoongi was so in love with the girl. And why he's killed and fought and sacrificed so much just to have her. Just to have her be the one who holds all the stars in their eyes for him. And just to have her be the one that's in his arms every night the sun decides to go away. All while being the one who loves him each and every day.

"It's okay." Jimin let his own hand take hold of her cheek. Cutting off her words while Ming's eyes rounded. Only dropping more tears before the feeling of his thumb encased her skin. Drying away the salty liquid that wouldn't dare escape anymore as he traveled his eyes down her body. Reaching her gaze again before whispering out his last it's okay. Even if it wasn't. But when we love someone, sometimes we have to hide our pain. And that's exactly what Jimin did. Even if it meant letting go of the only person who ever cared for him.

It's late! Mommy loves you! Night night !