Drugs 4- Yoongi [18+]

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"No, I know. Just keep an eye out on him for me, huh?" Yoongi caught sight of his love. Her body placed on the bed and grasp captive by her phone that stayed pressed against her ear as the man stalked up to her. Having met those softness of her eyes that watched the man make way towards where she laid. All while his lips curved themselves into the most heavy smirk. Completely unable to stop himself from moving over to her body that his hands took hold of almost instantly. Even if the woman was quick to glare at him with a whisper yell of his name.

"N-no, yes, he's been fine. I'm just worried about, JunSeo." She couldn't help but stutter. Catching sight of the way Yoongi instantly hid himself under the covers of their bed despite her whisper yells of his name, only to pull her body down, in which her back met with the mattress. Causing Ming to try and get him away from her almost instantly, even if the man already had his hands coming against her thighs. Trapping both of her legs down to the bed as he let his fingers tug down her pants.

"You know they just want to be like them, Eunji—" Her hand was already captive in the man's hair. Able to feel the sudden smirk that painted itself against his lips the second he just barely began to kiss along her skin. Leaving the most feather like touches against her thighs that his hands had never been so heavy upon as he listened to the way she whisper yelled his name all over again. Continuing to try and stop the man who had her breath hitching the second his lips got closer and closer to the one thing that he'd have dripping in pleasure each time the girl would allow him to have her all to himself. Seeing as though, Yoongi always wanted the girl. The same girl who had been with him for so long. And the same girl who he would fucking kill someone for if they ever tried to fuck with the woman.

"L-let me call you later, okay? Yoongi just got home." Ming couldn't help but end the call with the one girl who only nodded with a gentle okay. It being the same girl who was JunSeo's mother as Ming tossed her head back almost instantly. Unable to deny that immediate pleasure that surfaced her being the second Yoongi began to touch her. Even if she wanted to kill the man for interrupting her like that. But the man didn't care. Didn't care to take her attention away from others, so she could focus on solely him.

"Yoongi." God did he love the way she'd pull on his hair. Having whimpered out his name just softly enough for only him to hear as the man continued to work the girl with both his fingers and tongue. Knowing exactly just how she liked it. And exactly how to have her trying to pull herself away from him, all because it felt too good. Because Yoongi was. Was so good.

"Just a little louder for me, baby. . . huh—" And it was then that their bedroom door began to release the most deafening knocks as Ming's eyes turned wide. Causing her hands to instantly push Yoongi away as she pulled her pants back up almost instantly. All while Yoongi came from underneath the covers in a reluctant manner. Having wiped his mouth with the back of his hand before catching her eyes that couldn't help but round up at him as she let out a hurried open it. Able to see that irritation in his gaze that had him looking more intimidating than she could ever deny. Even if she loved it. Loved it so much.

"Mom? Dad—"

"What is it?" Yoongi was quick to open the door. Causing YeJun's heart to just barely pick up its pace due to that annoyance he could see within his father's frame. The man could never hide his irritation.

"YeJun baby, what's wrong?" Ming couldn't help but interfere. Making Yoongi scoff in the most arrogant manner as he looked back at the woman. The same woman who got to her feet, in which she glared at him before making way over to where he stood in the entryway of their door. Completely ignoring her love who's expression was frustrated enough to make one sick to their stomach as the girl looked up at their son. Knowing that she was always the one to make him feel more comfortable when wanting to ask them something. Seeing as though Yoongi was no where near as gentle as the girl.