Drugs 2- Yoongi [18+]

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With a groan, the man peered over at his side. Taking notice of Ming cuddled up against his body that had handled her own in ways so sinfully necessary. Because the woman had finally let herself. Let herself be intimate with the man again. Knowing that it was him who she had been craving to have to herself for so long. Even if both her mind and body would stop her from being able to let the man in again. But it was Ming who knew. Knew Yoongi would never hurt her. Knew Yoongi would never make her uncomfortable. And that he'd wait. Wait forever if it meant the woman feeling okay again.

And with a smile to himself, the man moved her arms from off of him. Causing the girl to let out that breath all too soft before snuggling herself back into the blankets. Making Yoongi realize. Realize just how precious the woman was to him as he stood to his feet. Throwing on both a pair of sweats alongside a t shirt, only to be met with the boys sitting there in the living room. Holding gazes all too heavy as they looked at the man.

Yet it was then that Jimin spoke. Carrying enough amusement in his tone to make Yoongi do no more than look at the boy as Jimin watched him take that single seat on the couch. All while he laughed. Laughed that laughter so deep.

"Really?" He couldn't help but shake his head. Earning that grunted what from the elder who Jimin knew. Knew was completely careless.

"In the fucking car?" He continued to laugh. Running nothing more than that heaviness of his hand through his hair as he ran the base of his tongue across his bottom lip. Having said something that Yoongi now knew. Knew the exact meaning behind.

"Fuck off—"

"I could hear the both of y'all from my room. Perfect opportunity for me to. . ." He made a jerking motion with his hand. Having sent a wink to the one man who was quick to glare at him. Even if Yoongi couldn't. Couldn't suppress the immediate smile that formed itself against his lips. Because the man was happy. Happy that the girl he'd do anything for was getting better.

Yet it was Jin who Yoongi felt. Felt bring the base of his hand across his thigh, only to make the younger look over at him. All while Jin smirked at the man. The same man who Jin had been able to see. See that endless stress within. Stress paired with that heartache. Because Yoongi was hurt. Hurt knowing that Ming had been all alone. That he hadn't been there to protect her. That he had let her get handled in ways that led to them being where they are in life right now. Even if things were getting better. Causing Yoongi to return that single smirk towards the elder with his own. Knowing that Jin was happy for him. Because he was.

And just like that, Ming took notice of the boys sitting there in the living room. Having felt Yoongi no longer by her side, only to leave their room on those steps so slow. Even if she had been quick. Quick to stop her movements the second she caught sight of them.

"I was just telling, Yoongi, that I was able to hear you two from my room last night—"

"Jimin-ah." Yoongi cut him off. Speaking out his name in that single manner that would've made one sick as Jimin smirked to himself. Watching as Ming made her way over towards the man himself, only to catch his lips. Feeling everything she had felt last night. Because the man made her comfortable. Made her happy. She loved him.

"Just ignore him, baby. . . huh?" Yoongi nudged his nose against her own. Making Ming only giggle at the man who let the girl settle against him. Knowing that Ming always loved. Loved to snuggle herself into his side.

"You know, Ming. . ." Jimin sighed out. Sounding all too arrogant as he did so, in which he let his fingers run through his black locks all over again. All while he let his ankle rest upon his knee. Having looked over at the woman in that manner so cocky. Too cocky.

"Yoongi's birthday is coming up—"

"Jimin." Yoongi could've sworn he was about to kill the boy. Feeling that slimness of his temper turn further slim, even if it was Ming who immediately looked up at her boyfriend ever so gently. Gently enough to make every ounce of anger in the man's being disappear.

"Is that true, baby—"

"No—"

"Don't lie to me, Yoongi." She took hold of his chin. Making the man simply look at her with that gaze so heavy. Heavy enough to make Ming only giggle at the man. The same man she knew. Knew didn't care about those things she herself wanted to make special for him.

"Yoongi baby, when is it—"

"Next Friday." Jungkook's voice was the one to fill the air. Earning that immediate smile from the girl who voiced out that gentle thank you, kookie, in which she couldn't help but giggle up at Yoongi himself. Knowing that he wasn't. Wasn't one to get excited. Wasn't one to care about himself.

"We have to start planning for it then, baby. . . correct?" Ming let her hand fall upon his torso. Rubbing at the thing in those manners she knew he loved. Pairing with those smiles. Smiles that had the woman planting kisses all too soft upon the man's face, even if Yoongi was quick. Quick to stop the girl with that stern call of her name. Making Ming further giggle at the man. Because she knew. Knew he didn't want for them to see him act how he would behind closed doors with her.

"There's actually a place I've been wanting to go. . ." Hoseok was the one to speak. Twirling nothing more than the poker chips he held between the slimness of his fingers. All while that attention set itself on him. And him only.

"How about we go to, Tokyo."