Drugs 2- Yoongi [18+]

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With a sigh, Ming closed her eyes. Feeling the wind ghost her skin as she dropped her head back. Holding nothing more than a cigarette between the length of her fingertips as the sun warmed each inch of her skin. Feeling more alone than she had ever felt in life. Even if she liked it. Like the peace it brought her.

"You know. . ." She could recognize that voice anywhere. Able to feel that sudden presence of him behind her as the girls lips immediately curved into a smile. Having turned around just enough to meet the eyes of the one man she couldn't help but love. Playing that role in her life most would see as completely detrimental. Yet the man had been the one to distract the girl. Distract the girl from things she could never discuss.

And with a head tilt, the woman could feel the way his hands slid against her waist. Having voiced out that deep, those are bad for you, in which his own smirk fell upon his lips. Even if Ming could see. See that distance so deep within the man's gaze. Distance paired with that hurt she knew he felt. He missed her.

"How did you find me? Hmm?" She let that cigarette meet with her lips again. Blowing out that line of smoke into his face as she did so, only to watch him pull the thing from her fingertips. All while he brought it to his own lips. Taking that drag just heavy enough to feel that slight burn it gave his throat, in which he tossed it off the roof.

"You know how well I know you, baby—"

"Oh really—"

"Really." That earned a smile from the girl. Unable to contain those giggles so soft that fell off her lips as she felt the man's grasp upon her waist just barely tighten. Keeping the girl against that single ledge where he could remember being in this same position with her.

Yet all that came was that silence. Having no more than the girl study every inch of his face as Ming noticed the slight bruise upon the side of his cheek. Pairing with his knuckles that she had caught the same bruising upon. Because the man would be so reckless. So reckless without her there to help calm him down. Unable to stop herself from looking at the man each time she'd briefly see him at school during the few days he had came after the two had split. Even if she knew. Knew he couldn't give two fucks to show up if she wasn't around forcing him to. Only going to make sure she was still attending. He always wanted to know if she was okay.

"You remember when we first met, baby—"

"Of course I do, Ming—"

"You were such an asshole—"

"Not an asshole, baby. . . just persistent." He was quick to smirk down at her. Brushing his thumbs along the girl's waist as Ming smiled underneath his words. Unable to deny how much she missed him. Missed how inappropriate he was. Missed how little of care he held. Always telling the girl it was okay when wanting to do something completely crazy in her eyes. Yet he'd make her feel safe. So safe and so comfortable.

Yet the man wasn't just a man she could be in love with. Yet was a man who's life was at constant risk. Who would do things that could get the both of them killed. And who would hurt others in ways one would find completely inhumane.

And she could see how low his head was getting. Practically towering over the one girl who could feel. Feel his nose just barely brush up against her own. Feel his grasp get just as tight as it would every time he'd hold her as Ming let her hand come against his chest. Stopping the one man who she knew. Knew wanted her so badly.

"I have to get going, okay—"

"Ming—"

"We can't do this, Yoongi—"

"Do what, Ming—"

"This. This relationship—"

"I can't keep going on without you, baby—"

"Yoongi—"

"I miss you, Ming. You don't understand how badly I miss you." She didn't. Didn't realize how attached he had gotten to her. So used to having the woman be the one he'd come to in want to feel nothing more than pure relief. Relief from stress. Relief from the amount of anxiety he'd have everyday when it came to keeping himself and everyone around him safe. And Ming was the one. The one who'd be there. The one who'd make the man feel good.

"I know that you're mad at me—"

"Mad at you for what, Yoongi—"

"Because it's always me who comes between us. I chose to keep living the way I do. I chose to let you go—"

"It's all you know, Yoongi—"

"But I want both, Ming. I-I don't want to wake up and feel like shit everyday. Or go to bed by myself every night, o-or fuck random girls just to keep me distracted from what's in my head—"

"Yoongi—"

"I-I want you, Ming. I want your kisses, and your reassurance that I'm okay. That I'm not a piece of shit and that I can be good—"

"Yoongi baby—"

"And I know that I make you worry, but I need you with me, Ming. I-I love you, baby." She didn't expect him to speak to her in such a way. Didn't expect for the man to tell her things that had her heart aching underneath each word. Knowing that the man was someone who had just needed. Needed someone to keep him grounded. To level him out. To not treat the man like every single peer around him. Looking and talking to the man as though he was practical scum on earth. Because Ming hadn't. Hadn't made him feel like shit for his upbringing. Hadn't made him feel like someone worthless just for all the bad he's done. Hadn't made the man feel anything more than good. So good and so whole.

"I just want you safe, Yoongi. And I know that you try to not be as reckless but I'm just nervous, baby. I'm nervous to watch you get killed one day." She was. Was so afraid to be on the other end of the line when being told that her boyfriend was dead. That someone hadn't hesitated to kill him. That he had received that karma after so long. Yet she knew. Knew that no matter how badly she wanted to stay away, she'd always. Always end up right back with him.

"You know nothing will happen, Ming—"

"You can't promise that, Yoongi—"

"But I can promise that I'll try to be safer, Ming. That I won't put myself in bad positions and that I'll not be such an asshole—"

"You'll always be an asshole, Yoongi." She couldn't help but giggle at the man who smiled at the girl. Knowing that she was just as attached to him as he was to her. Having slowly learned the man more and more as their relationship progressed. And she couldn't. Couldn't go without making sure he was just as okay as her.

"I love you, Ming. . . I mean that." His voice was so deep. So deep and so quiet as he felt the woman's hands fall against his face. All while she whispered out that quiet I know, baby, in which she let the man connect their lips. Moving them in every manner she had been more than craving for as Yoongi noticed that immediate desperation in the girls own. The same girl who he had gotten back. . . the second he had lost her.