Drugs 2- Yoongi [18+]

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In a slow manner, Ming let herself crawl into bed. Feeling every ounce of distance captive in her being as Yoongi noticed just how covered up her body was. Knowing that the girl would always steal one of his shirts to sleep in, even if things weren't the same. The same as they had been just weeks ago. And the same as they had been before he caught those marks of pure pain upon his girlfriend's body, as Ming avoided his eyes that couldn't help but fall upon her frame. Her frame that wouldn't dare come anywhere near his own. And her frame that turned itself away from the man almost instantly.

"Kitten. . ." He didn't know what to say. Didn't know what to do. Because the girl wasn't acting like that same girl he knew so well. Yet was acting like a complete stranger. A stranger he never thought he'd witness in such pain. Pain that had him wishing he would've never let her leave his sight.

"Y-You know I'd never hurt you right? " His voice was so deep. All while Ming felt the way he took hold of her waist. Causing every ounce of her being to seize into nothing more than pure panic. Because all she could think of was him. It being the man who had the lower half of her body littered in bruises. And the man who had tears springing her eyes as she pulled away from his grasp almost instantly.

"M-Ming baby—"

"It's okay." Her words were so broken. All while those tears in her eyes just barely fell. Able to see every ounce of hurt painted upon her love's face as Ming shook her head. Trying her hardest to swallow down that endless vulnerability in her being. Vulnerability that had the girl feeling as though JiSung himself was still around.

"I just can't get it out of my head, a-and when you touched me it—" She couldn't help but cut herself off. Having sniffled out a single cry ever so softly as she did so. Because the girl hated it. Hated having to let her love witness seeing her like this.

"I-I just need time, Yoongi. I'm sorry—"

"Ming." She never thought ones voice could sound so deep. Never thought she'd see the man just as distressed as her as Yoongi sat himself up almost instantly. Able to feel that sudden stinging of his eyes that had his heart practically breaking upon watching the girl. Because he loved her. Loved her more than he'd ever be able to say.

"You fucking know you shouldn't be sorry, Ming. I was the one who let him take you. Who let him hurt and abuse, and fucking treat you like some fucking animal, Ming. A-And I wasn't even there to protect you, baby. I wasn't even there to fucking protect you—"

"Yoongi." And she knew it'd happen. Knew the man would put every ounce of blame upon himself. Because all Yoongi could feel was that guilt. Guilt that had his entire being wanting to crumble underneath every thought in his mind. Because the girl was his only love. Yet he had let her get hurt. Hurt so badly.

"You know what happened isn't your fault, baby. . . I promise it's not your fault." Ming shook her head. Having already placed those softness of her hands upon his face as Yoongi felt the way she brushed away his tears. All while she let her body come up and over his own. Completely disregarding every voice in her head that screamed for her to get off of the man. Because she knew. Knew he needed her just as much as she needed him.

"You didn't know he was going to do that to me, baby. . ." And she watched. Watched his tears fall upon her words. Watched his heart practically break right then and there. Because the girl wasn't just some random girl. Wasn't someone he had kept around for a week, only to get rid of when wanting someone new. Yet was the girl he had fallen completely in love with. Willing to do anything and everything just to keep her as his own.

"You know you always try your hardest to protect me, baby. And you do. You always make sure I'm okay. That one of the boy's are with me when you're gone. And you don't even know how thankful I am for that, Yoongi. You don't even know how thankful I am." Ming whispered out. Continuing to ignore that endless anxiety in her being as she stayed straddled upon the man's lap. All while Yoongi himself watched her tears fall. Her tears that were just as heavy and pained as his own. Because both knew. Knew that what happened. . . shouldn't have.

"And I promise I'm not scared of you, baby. I would never be scared of you." Ming connected their lips. Their lips that moved in the most gentle manner as Yoongi continued to feel that aching of his heart. His heart that would never feel full again if he lost the girl for good. Because the girl was all he loved. All he cared about.

"I just need time, baby. . . I promise I just need time." She did. She needed time to gain other's trust again. To not live in an endless state of fear and worry that something so inhumane would happen to her again if she allows others to get close to her. And Yoongi could see. See all that same worry and fear that he himself wouldn't give her what she needed. That he'd get tired of waiting. That he'd leave her for someone else. That she wasn't worth his patience that she was so desperately begging for.

And all that was to come from her words was pure silence. Because Yoongi did understand. Understand that it would take time. That things wouldn't be normal for awhile. And that he'd have to be patient in order for her to heal.

So, instead he only nodded. Having connected their lips in such a way that had her feeling as though nothing had happened at all. Feeling every ounce of protection and security that she had been craving for so long. Because Yoongi was the one who'd make her feel comfortable. So, so comfortable.

"I love you." And she did. She loved the man more than one would ever be able to understand as Yoongi watched the way her thumbs ran along his cheeks. His cheeks that she'd place the most playful kisses upon when wanting to act silly with the man as Yoongi kissed the base of her hand. All while the woman let herself stay as close as she could to the man. The same man who wouldn't dare stop himself from trying. And the same man who'd wait for the girl. . . until he reaches his final breath.