Drugs 2- Yoongi [18+]

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"Yoongi?" She could barely say his name. His name that she hadn't voiced out for longer than the woman could barely handle as the softness of her tears met with her lips. Having never in her life felt so terrified yet so relieved before. Because she knew. Knew the man instantly saw the marks on her body. The same marks caused by Taehyung.

Yet she couldn't believe it. Couldn't believe that it was him standing behind her. That it was his hands against her skin. And that it was his voice that filled the air. Sounding so timid yet so deep.

"Don't tell me you've been having fun without me, kitten—"

"Yoongi—"

"Who was it—"

"Yoongi—"

"Fucking answer me." Cut off, the man was always the same. Completely uncaring of just how rough he was being with her as he turned her around. Making the softness of her back meet with the walls in a harsh manner.

And Ming could see. Could see that certain glint captive in his eyes that she had been longing to meet for so long. Just craving to catch her own in the morning when she'd wake up. Or gaze at in the most gentle manner when the man would plant kisses along her neck ever so slowly. Knowing that she loved it. She always did.

But the fantasy of seeing him again, didn't come how she imagined it. Didn't come with her running into his arms. Or whispering the most gentle I love you's as her tears caress her cheeks. Thinking that the man would've never seen her again. That she had lost her love. Because right now the aura was so tense. So tense and so heavy that the girl could barely look him in those eyes that she had missed more than ever before.

"Yoongi baby, I promise it was nothing—"

"Then what the fuck was it, Ming? Huh?!" In a laugh, the man tossed his head back. Continuing to shove her further back against the wall as the girl cowered underneath his height. Feeling so vulnerable and so exposed to the man who knew. Knew just how afraid she was.

"Do you know how it feels to come home and see someone else's marks on your body—"

"Yoongi—"

"Three months, Ming. Three fucking months that you went without me." And the tears held within her eyes couldn't help but come back all over again. Slipping down her cheeks in such a way that had his heart breaking as he watched her hand bring itself up to his face. Unable to stop himself from giving in. Giving in to that feeling of her touch. Her touch that could calm him down so easily.

"I'm so sorry, baby." She couldn't help but drop her head down into his chest. Feeling that immediate warmth coming off his body that she had been so afraid of forgetting.

"I promise he didn't do anything more than touch me, baby—"

"Who was it—"

"Yoongi—"

"Just fucking answer me, Ming—"

"Taehyung. It was, Taehyung." And just like that, he broke the woman. Having earned a name from off her lips that had his jaw going tight almost instantly. All while he laughed in the most mocking manner. Because he knew. Knew just how careless the boy was. Having came onto her at time where she was vulnerable. So, so vulnerable.

But Yoongi was so much more reckless. Doing things the average person wouldn't dare think to act upon. And Yoongi would make sure Taehyung realized that. Realized just how careless. . . Yoongi himself was.