Erotica- Yoongi [18+]

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"You've been so distant towards me lately." Jimin cocked his head to the side. Having his lips be encased by the short, clear glass lying within his fingertips. Holding one of his favorite kinds of alcohol, only to watch the way Ming continued ignoring him. Too annoyed to spare the man a glance. And too focused on the fact that tonight was one where she'd need to deal. Deal to Jin.

"Oh come on, kitten, can't we just get past this already. . . I miss you." His words were so cynical. And she could feel the way they mocked her. Trying to evoke an emotion within the girl that he hadn't seen for too long for his liking.

"I know he's good in bed, but those screams told me I'm so. . . much. . . better." Jimin knew he had broke her. Having watched the woman's actions come to a halt. And her eyes move over to his own. Practically killing the man with just the heaviness of her stare as she scoffed in a disgusted manner. Leaving the stage ever so quickly, before moving to go find Jin. All while ignoring Jimin's continuous smug calls of her name mixed with apologies as the sudden feeling of ones hand came around her wrist. Making the girl go instantly numb.

"Don't touch me—"

"Ming." It was Jin who said her name. And it was Jin who came up from behind the girl. Having seen her before she saw him as he caught the immediate distance in her gaze. Yet he still couldn't figure out as to why she hated him so much. All because Taheyung was behind it all.

But the girl didn't speak. Too irritated to do anything more than bring him to the room Yoongi told her they'd be in. Yoongi. She didn't know where Yoongi was.

"Ming—"

"Just sit down, okay?"  She didn't care to look at him. Feeling all that heat in her blood. Heat and angst that had her movements becoming nothing more than constant heaving of her chest as Jin got to his feet again. Taking hold of the girl who's breaths  were so ragged. Where was Yoongi. She needed Yoongi.

"Ming—"

"Don't touch me—"

"You're shaking—"

"And why the fuck would you care? Huh?!" There were already tears in her eyes. Yet she couldn't even feel them. Feel them run down her cheeks. Feel them blur her vision. Because everything was happening so fast. Jimin. Jin. And Yoongi was still nowhere to be found.

"Ming—"

"Friends don't leave each other right, Jin? Friends don't just go away when things get hard—"

"Ming—"

"But you left. You left and made Yoongi leave too, right?!"

"Who said that—"

"It doesn't matter, Jin. Nothing ever fucking matters." Her voice was so broken. And the music surrounding them became almost deafening to her ears as his hands made way against her waist. Trapping the girl up against the wall that had their bodies being drowned out by the darkness of the red lights filtering the room. Making her jaw go clenched. And her breaths go further ragged.

"Just listen to me, Ming. . . please." She couldn't help but wince from the tightness of his hold. It being something that would've had Yoongi moving to kill the man for handling her in such a way. But Yoongi wasn't there. Nor was Miso.

"I know we should've stayed but it's hard, Ming. It's hard watching someone you love forget you." Jin shook his head. Battling his own tears that didn't dare slip from the chocolates of his eyes. Wanting to paint all that regret in his soul. Regret and guilt for leaving her.