Drugs 4- Yoongi [18+]

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"YeJun baby, where are you going—"

"Why do you care—"

"What the fuck did you just say? Huh?!" The boy knew better than to speak like that. Speak like that to his own mother who's eyes went instantly round upon his response as her husband got to his feet. Having stood directly in front of their son who's jaw went clenched in the harshest manner.

"Yoongi—"

"Who the fuck do you think you are—"

"You tell me—"

"YeJun." It was her who interfered between the two. It being the girl who got to her feet almost instantly as she let her eyes rest on her son's frame. Knowing just how tense the two were beginning to act around each other. Because YeJun was now able to realize. Realize and understand everything going on.

"You know better than to speak like that to your father—"

"He's never home yet I'm the one who gets fucking questioned—"

"YeJun—"

"I know exactly what it is you fucking do—"

"Then tell me, huh? Tell me what the fuck it is that I do. Or how the fuck I'm able to provide a roof over your fucking head—"

"Yoongi." She wouldn't dare let the two argue. Argue to the point where she'd have tears in her eyes as she tried to stop them. Because her son was still someone so fragile in her eyes. So, so fragile.

And she could see the subtle fear lingering within the boy's eyes. Having taken notice of the way his father let his hand come to the back of his slacks. Even if she was quick to grab the man's wrist. Voicing out the most disgusted are you crazy, only to have those tears in her eyes further grow. Tears that had her husband letting go of the gun in his pants almost instantly. Because it was hard. Hard to stop himself from lashing out like he would on the people he couldn't give two fucks about being alive or not.

"Ming—"

"He is your son, Yoongi—"

"It's okay." YeJun cut her off. Having met her eyes that he could see all glossed up and filled with complete heartache as he shook his head with a hushed I'm sorry. Barely able to even stop himself from holding back all that pent up aggression anymore. The boy was just like his father.

"What is wrong, YeJun? Huh? You know you can tell me what's wrong, baby." God was she always so gentle with him. Him and her husband who watched the way she stepped up to their son in a slow manner. Raising that softness of her hand up to his cheek, in which he shook his head. Able to feel his father's gaze on him. His gaze that was always so heavy.

"I'm fine, mom—"

"YeJun." She let her thumbs run across his cheeks. Having let both of her hands come against his face as those heaviness of his eyes met with her own. Her own that would always make him feel so loved and safe. Because she was his mother. His mother that he would fucking kill someone for if they hurt her.

"We just want you safe, baby. And I can't guarantee that I'll see you come through those front doors again when you leave—"

"But I'm not a kid anymore—"

"I don't care, YeJun. I'm not going to allow you to get hurt—"

"Then why don't you stop, dad? Huh?" He looked over at his father. Taking notice of just how heavy her son's gaze had become. Resembling everything of her love who couldn't help but softly laugh underneath his breath. Because the boy was so naive. Just as naive as he used to be. . . when he was a kid as well.