Erotica- Yoongi [18+]

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Avoiding. She was avoiding him. And the thought was enough to make her eyes roll at just how annoyed with herself she felt. Because Ming didn't like to hide. Hide from her feelings. Hide from those who were longing for her. Yet the girl felt as though that was all she was doing.

Maybe it was Jimin who had her distancing herself from Yoongi. Not wanting to hurt the boys heart anymore than she had, even if she knows it's not right. Because the girl could see it. Could see Yoongi asking around for her on the nights he knew she was working. Receiving nothing more than a shrug each time he did so. The people too lazy to go into detail.

And Ming would wait. Would wait until he was clear of sight before continuing her shift. Ignoring every text he'd send. And every broken voicemail that would sound through her phone as she listened to them on repeat. Wishing that somehow her heart would stop aching for both Jimin and Yoongi. Because while protecting one. . . she was hurting another.

But Yoongi wouldn't invade. Wouldn't show up on her doorstep and knock at the door until his knuckles turn sore. Wouldn't do anything but continue sending her both messages and phone calls, all while looking around for her at the club ever so randomly.

Yet tonight was different. Was different and was so tense as Ming finished strapping up her heels. Blocking out those wants to hide from him. Because she couldn't do it anymore. Couldn't leave him all alone and confused. And couldn't force Taehyung, or Namjoon, or Hoseok, or even both Jin and Jungkook to continue lying for her. Saying that they didn't see the girl, yet instead got the drugs themselves.

So she let her heart pound within her chest. Unknowing if the man was even there at all as she stepped outside of the locker room. Getting closer and closer to the main floor when everyone else was. Smiling and laughing amongst themselves. Living that same life she used to love to live.

"Careful, huh?" It was Miso who caught her attention. Face laced with both disgust and utter spite as she glared at the girl. Having bumped into her on the way to her needed destination as Ming stared at her in complete innocence. Too focused on him. And too focused on the beating of her heart against her chest as Miso scoffed underneath her breath. Heading over to the one man who had Ming's heart aching with each day that passed. Because she missed him. . . yet didn't know how to say it.

And she watched. Watched as Miso slid her hands up Yoongi's chest. Even if Jimin told the girl to leave everything alone. Having settled things between both him and Ming. Yet the boy was still there. Was still there and was watching Ming's gaze fall low the second she herself watched. Watched Miso pull the bottle of alcohol from Yoongi's digits. Watched her run her fingers along his neck and to his undercut.

However Jimin didn't move. Didn't get up and go to Ming. Trying his hardest to suppress all that want in his veins as he lost himself into the woman before him. Her hands heavy on his body and actions inappropriate enough to have him too distracted to focus on Ming. Acting as though he didn't even know she was there as Ming took her eyes from off the two. Needing to suppress her feelings as well. Because it hurt. It always did.

So she made herself work. Relishing on those fresh memories of when she was all alone and known by nobody. Doing the job solely as a source of survival. Nothing more. Nothing less.

But nothing felt the same. Whether it be her customers. Or her fake smiles she would portray to those she needed to.

And she wondered. She wondered if it was all worth it. The lies. The hurt. The betrayal between so many people as her body moved along with the endless symphonies. Doing the things she'd do before. And the things that had her barely able to hold any sort of warmth within her stance as she finished up her time on stage. Portraying those same forced smiles she's make herself give as the sound of her heels clicking against the floor beneath her, met with her ears.