Erotica- Yoongi [18+]

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"Why do you do this to yourself? Huh?"

"Do what?"

"Suffer." Yoongi met eyes with the man who had his gaze going limp. All while the heaviness of his lids kept themselves hooded.

"Because." The answer was so dry. Causing the man who he was talking with, to do nothing more than scoff underneath his breath. All while Yoongi took hold of the whiskey bottle lying on his desk. Holding the contents that'd have his throat going hot. And his body going numb.

"You know, she remembers me." With a laugh, Yoongi shook his head. Allowing for the whiskey to caress his veins as he watched the man sitting before him. The same man who went by the name of Jin. And the same man who became intrigued almost instantly.

"At first she didn't want to believe it. . . but I could tell in her eyes that she knew." And she did. She knew it was him the second she caught his lips. Having felt something for the first time in years. Yet something that had her heart beating oh so uncomfortably against her chest. Because all of a sudden the man looked so recognizable.

"But it's been years." Jin could feel the tears in his eyes. The same tears that had been there on the day he left her as well. Because Jin was always there. Having watched the two slowly fall in love. All while he himself. . . hid his own.

And just like that, Yoongi stayed quiet. Allowing for the alcohol to further numb his soul as the scene of his love with tears in her eyes, registered through his mind. Even if he wanted to forget the way she looked at him with such hurt in her gaze. Having said the same words that Jin couldn't help but let slip his lips.

"I should've never left her all alone."  Jin could hear the shakiness of his voice. Unable to ignore just how broken the man sounded as he met his gaze all over again. Knowing just how much he missed her giggles. Her giggles and her adoration for the man who'd let his hands take hold of her waist each time she'd meet his eyes in the morning. Yet Ming wasn't there for him to hold. Wasn't anywhere other than in Jimin's bed. Her body clad in nothing but the sheets lying on top of her.

"You should stay—"

"I can't—"

"And why not? Huh?"  Jimin tilted his head. Making the thickness of his black locks follow suit as the man got to his feet. Showing off the masterpiece of his body Ming couldn't help but lust over. Because the man was so enticing. Holding just enough sin in his stance. And just enough danger.

"Because I said so." Ming tilted her own head. Ignoring the sudden sigh that escaped the man's lips as he moved over to where she lied in his bed. Looking all too tempting to the man himself.

"You're only making this harder for yourself. . . you know that?" Ming watched as he slid his hand underneath the sheets. Inching further and further up the skin of her thighs, all until she took hold of his wrist. Having made herself get to her feet as well. Even if the man was quick to run his gaze down her body. Her body that he had had been all over just minutes ago.

"I'm leaving—"

"Why? Huh? I know you have nothing and no one to go home to—" And Jimin knew it was coming. The girl's hand across his face. Having caught the immediate hurt in her gaze the second the words rang through her ears.

"You fucking asshole—"

"Ming—"

"You don't know anything about me." He watched the sudden tears envelop her eyes. Yet she didn't know they were there. And she wouldn't as she pushed him away from her. Trying her hardest to ignore his stare on her body as the girl got dressed. All while Jimin let his jaw go slack. Running the heaviness of his fingers along his cheek and down to his chin.

"I think it's best we take a break for awhile." Ming kept her gaze held on her belongings. Having said the words in such a way that had Jimin laughing underneath his breath.

"Oh come on, Ming. . . you know I was only joking—"

"I don't want to see you." Ming cut him off. Uncaring of just how harsh her words were as Jimin met her eyes. His own all of a sudden distant as well.

And she watched as his jaw clenched almost instantly. Because Ming didn't know Jimin either. Didn't know his triggers. Didn't know his past. Didn't even know her own. Yet she could tell her words were enough to hurt him as well. Walking past the man who let her do so. Yet Ming could feel the way he took hold of her wrist. And the way he pulled her back only to go and grab the one thing that had her tears only growing.

"Don't forget why you're even here." Jimin tossed her money in the air. Letting it fall amongst her body as he watched the way her eyes further glistened. And the way her expression turned deadly. Because Ming couldn't help but feel. Feel as though she was property. And that her body was nothing more than an object as she laughed underneath her breath. Hiding all that hurt. And all that pain. Yet he could still see it. He always could.

"I don't need shit from you." And with that, she left. Making sure the door slammed shut behind her only to finally let her tears trail amongst her cheeks. Because she truly was all alone. And never before had she realized it so badly in her life as she let her body take her to where he was. Because she knew him. And knew he knew her.

"I'll give you a call tomorrow." It was Jin who left the man to himself. Having said the words that only had the younger nodding as he watched the man leave his office for the night. All while Yoongi got to his feet from where he sat behind his desk. Unable to do anything more than rest his gaze on the windows before him. The nightly view all too beautiful to ones eyes.

But his stare was soon to meet with the floor the second he thought of her. Remembering that she was the one who asked to have his office built like that. Built where she could see the city life beneath her feet as his own led him towards the door to leave. Even if his hand was quick to stop itself. . . the second he met her eyes.

"Ming?" He didn't know how she got past Jin. How the man didn't see her. Nor how she ended up standing in front of his office doors with tears dried up against the softness of her supple skin. Causing his stomach to instantly drop. Having remembered the way she looked at him with such disgust the moment she remembered who he was.

And with a head tilt, the man moved to take hold of her waist. Unsure if she'd let him. But she did. She did and she did so gratefully as the subtle moonlight drowned out her body. Canvassing each beautiful curve marked along her skin.

However the tension had never felt so tense. Holding emotions neither had let themselves face. Because Ming wasn't ready. Wasn't ready until realizing just how alone she felt. . . without him. Because even though Yoongi had left her, he was the only thing making her feel alive right now.

"Tell me. . . tell me everything."

My biggest apologies for updating so late. My motivation hasn't been the greatest even though I still want to write. However, I hope this chapter was decent enough lol. And thank you to all who took the time to read ♡ mommy loves you as always, stay safe! Night night (＞人＜;)