Drugs- Yoongi [18+]

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Ming could feel the uncomfortable beating of her heart. Her heart that was about to burst from out of her chest as she noticed just how late it was in the night. Having caught sight of the deep, gray clouds that covered the sky. Matching almost perfectly with the unhinged blue filtering out the light of the loading dock they arrived at. The same loading dock that was surrounded by water. Making everything so much more eerie.

"You ready?" She could barely even hear the voice that spoke. Having been too focused on the pounding of her heart. And the beautiful view displayed before her as a gentle nudge across the shoulder, gained her attention.

And with a transfer of her gaze, she met Jimin's eyes that had never looked so comforting before. Because he knew what she was feeling. Having felt the same things. . . the first time he had ever made a deal for Yoongi.

But Ming kept silent. All while earning a smile from the man who moved to open the car door for her, even if she prayed to stay inside the vehicle. Because it was then that she could feel the cold metal of the gun he held, against her back. The action alone enough to make each crevice of her body go completely numb.

"Kitten. . ." It was his voice that caught her attention. Pulling her away from the one man who left to join the rest of the boys, only to feel the way Yoongi took hold of her waist. Able to see all that danger in his eyes. Danger that would have most completely sick to their stomach. Pairing with the want lingering within his gaze. His gaze that met her own ever so heavily as he trailed his eyes down her body with a quiet go wait over there for me. Having jerked his head over at the large, wooden crates littering the area.

And he watched as she nodded. Having done nothing more than brush their noses together before doing as told. Making sure that no one could see her. And that her brother would have no idea. . . that she was even there.

"Yoongi." She could could hear his voice. His voice that had her eyes filling with unknown tears. And his voice that had never sounded so smug before, as the flashing of car lights relished amongst Yoongi's frame. Practically painting the amount of tension that filled the air.

"SeJun." She watched as Yoongi extended his hand out. All while her brother took it in a heavy manner. Having had his men stand behind him while Yoongi's did the same.

"Always on time. . . huh?" SeJun couldn't help but chuckle. Knowing that Yoongi couldn't stand the act of small talk, as the younger did nothing more than tilt his head. Because he knew SeJun wanted him dead. . . but Yoongi was always 10 steps ahead.

"What would I look like making you wait?" SeJun could see the way his lips curved. Mocking him almost instantly as Yoongi furrowed his brows in a cocky manner. Because the younger knew how to get underneath his skin. He always did.

But SeJun didn't care. Didn't care that he was being mocked. Nor that the man standing before him, was the same man who killed his only love. Because business was business. And the plan of killing Yoongi. . . was the only thing on his mind.

"We all know that I didn't come here to talk. . . " Yoongi watched as he smiled. All while placing his hand into the slacks he attired with a sigh. Making him look all too good as he stood there with his black locks all tousled and jawline sharp. Holding just as much intimidation as Yoongi himself. "Now where the fuck is everything at?"

And it was then that Yoongi himself couldn't help but laugh. Making the girl who continued to watch with glossy eyes, feel the way her palms went sweaty. And the way her throat bobbed in an uncomfortable manner.

"You think I'd actually sell you that much, hyung. . ." Yoongi could see the sudden change in the man's eyes. Having called the elder something that SeJun knew was only used to get underneath his skin. Even Letting Yoongi know that it worked. And that he'd snap just like Yoongi wanted him to. "How naive can you be—"

But SeJun was quick to cut him off. Having dished out the gun stored within the back of his slacks almost instantly as Yoongi watched him plant the thing against his head. All while the veins in his neck protruded in an unruly manner. Causing Yoongi to do nothing more than laugh.

"What the fuck do you think this is? Huh—"

"I know how bad you want me fucking dead. . . right, hyung? " The grin on Yoongi's face had never been so daunting. Causing the metal to dig itself even deeper against his skull before the sound of Yoongi's men taking hold of their own guns, filled the air. Making the tension grow. And the trigger against Yoongi's head. . . to click.

But it was then that her voice met with his ears. Her voice that was so broken. And so scared as a single call of her brother's name rang through the air. Sounding all too delicate. So, so delicate.

"Ming?" He watched as she made way towards him. Having came out from behind the wooden crates Yoongi told her to stay behind, as the man caught sight of the tears present in her chocolate eyes.

And Yoongi could feel the guns pressure decrease as SeJun turned to look at her with those eyes that used to be so innocent. Allowing time for Yoongi to shove the gun away from his head almost instantly before pushing the man down onto his knees. And all with his arms tight around his neck. The action alone enough to have gunshots fill the air. Gunshots that had SeJun scratching at Yoongi's wrists. Completely desperate to have the man let go of him.

"Kitten." Yoongi's voice brought her back to reality as she stood there, unable to do anything more than watch. Because this was all happening so fast. Too fast. And the anxiety in her being was enough to eat her alive.

"Let's go—we don't have much time."

But Ming couldn't speak. Couldn't do anything but let her tears continue to fall as she moved towards him on unsteady legs. Feeling the trembling of her palms. And the dryness of her throat, the minute she took hold of the gun stored within her skirt. Her skirt that swayed to the side each time the wind ghosted the delicacy of her skin ever so carelessly.

"Im sorry—"

"Ming!" The gun was already placed against his head. Causing her tears to do nothing more than grow as she watched his own meet with the floor. But she couldn't stop. She couldn't save him.

"M-Ming, please just listen to me, hmm? Y-you know he doesn't want you. That he's only using you to get to me—" SeJun couldn't help but cut himself off. Having felt Yoongi's grasp on his neck tighten the minute the words slipped his lips. Because it was so much more than that. So much more than Yoongi was willing to face.

However Ming kept quiet. Allowing for the man to feel the way her hand slipped down to his cheek. And the way her thumb brushed away his tears that were enough to make her heart break. Because she knew this would be her last memory of him. And that her brother. . . was now putty in her own hands.

"I love you—"

"Ming!" But before he could say anything more than her name. . . the trigger was already pulled.