Indulgence- Taehyung [18+]

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She swore she could see him. Even if her eyes were ridden with more tears than ever before. Yet his hands were just as heavy. And his breath was just as warm as it met with her skin.

"Yoongi—" Ming didn't know what to do. Continuing to sit there on the side of her bed with her lips parted and her breath shallow. Because it was his voice that fled her ears ever so softly. And it was his hands that took hold of her face as she looked up at the man who she loved more than she could ever love anyone else. Having shared some of the most sacred moments with the man who she lost. . . because of him.

"I've missed you—"

"Yoongi." He watched as she shook her head. Having sobbed out the single calling of his name ever so breathlessly as her chest heaved. Because she couldn't believe it. Couldn't believe that it was actually him standing there with his blonde locks all messy and body just itching to have her hands slide against it as Ming got to her feet. Unable to control the amount of want coursing through her veins as she got on the tips of her toes. Having connected their lips in the most desperate manner only to have her tears meet with his skin.

"Why are you crying, baby. . . huh?" Yoongi pulled away. His hand heavy on her waist while the other stays locked against her cheek. Holding onto her jaw in such a way that had her heart feeling as though it was being ripped from out of her chest. Because it all felt so real. So, so real.

"You left me, Yoongi—"

"Kitten." Her voice was so broken. Broken enough to have her chin trembling as the man watched her tears fall. All while the softness of her hands slid up his chest and to his neck just like they always would. Wanting to feel him. To feel his warmth.

And she did. She felt the way his arms pressed her waist into his own. All while he moved down to connect their lips. The action along enough to make Ming never want to let go. Because she could finally feel something. Feel the way her love held her. And the way he kept the woman against him just like he always would. Making sure she knew he was there. Even if he wasn't.

"I love you—"

"Yoongi." She knew. Knew he was about to do something that had her head shaking all over again as she kept her hands pressed against his neck. Needing to feel him. To feel his warmth that was slowly fading. . . just like it did when she held him in her arms.

"But you need to let me go, baby—you just have to—"

"Yoongi—."

"Just promise me this, huh?" Yoongi met her eyes. Even if her own were so broken. Barely able to even keep contact with the man who let his breath meet with her ear. "Make sure he feels. . . what you do."

And with that, the man's voice turned into nothing more than a whisper. Having fled the air in such a way that had Ming looking up at him in complete innocence, only to realize that he was already gone. Because he was. And never before had she felt so sick to her stomach as her tears continued to fall. Even if she was quick to blink them away. Feeling the immediate amount of disgust running through her veins as she left the house. Heading to the one place where Ming knew she was. Having heard that Taehyung had already been released from the hospital. And that the girl was now right in the tips of her fingers that were latched around Yoongi's. . . favorite gun.

"I'll be home soon, baby." Nami giggled out. Talking on the phone with the man who asked when she'd be coming over, in the most playful manner. Even if he could do nothing more than lye in bed. But he wanted her. Wanted her to keep him company.