Drugs- Yoongi [18+]

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"I can't do it any earlier this week." Yoongi gripped his phone. Pacing down an empty hallway in an anxious manner, only to feel the heat of his blood rush itself through his veins. Turning each inch of his body completely hot. "You're not the only person I'm dealing with—"

"And you think I give a fuck?!" It was JiSung's voice that travelled through the other line. His voice that felt like utter acid to Yoongi's soul. "If I would've known you'd be slow, then I wouldn't have made a deal with you to begin with—"

"Let's not forget who the fuck came to who, huh?!" Yoongi couldn't help but laugh. Making the elder's stomach drop almost instantly. Because JiSung knew. Knew the boy had snapped.

"I'm the one you came to! Who you asked for fucking money from! So if it wasn't for me, you'd be fucking dead!" And he would. Would've already been taken by the angels themselves. And JiSung knew he was right. Knew Yoongi had always been the person people went to when in need of help. Because Yoongi also didn't go against his word. And it made him fucking infuriated when people questioned him or took his help for granted.

"Don't you ever fucking tell me what I need to do, or next time I'll be the one placing a bullet through that fucking head of yours." And with that, Yoongi ended the call. Throwing his head back with an animalistic groan, only to chuck his phone across the hallway. Watching the screen of it shatter almost instantly before her sudden voice filled his ears.

"Yoongi?" Ming couldn't help but flinch from his action. Stalking up to the boy in a slow yet gentle manner as she tilted her head just enough to see his face that was casted down against his arm.

But Yoongi didn't notice. Didn't notice she was there until her hands grazed against his cheeks. Taking hold of the man's face that felt so good underneath her palms.

"Yoongi baby, whats wrong—"

"They always want to fucking forget." She could feel the the immediate aggression in his hold. Having winced underneath his grasp, the second he pressed her up against the wall. The same wall that had her body cowering the second he could do so much as strike his fist into it beside her head. Unable to even feel the pain within his bones.

"Do you even know how fucking aggravating that is, Ming?" Yoongi met her eyes. Her eyes that could feel his own piercing holes through her body as his grip did no more than tighten.

"Yoongi." She brushed her thumbs across his cheeks. Giving the most gentle kiss to the man who knew he couldn't lose her. Because right now she was the only  one who cared. Cared about whether or not he was doing okay. She was everything to him. "I know it's hard, baby. But you need to calm down."

And she watched as Yoongi shook his head. Letting out a breath that felt so warm against her lips that were so soft when pressed against his own. Taking away all that angst captive in his being.

"I'm sorry—"

"Yoongi baby, there's no need to be sorry. But if you continue lashing out, you're gonna get yourself killed." And Yoongi knew she was right. Because the man was beginning to get sloppy. Showing emotions that he knew would have people thinking they've gotten into his head.

And just like that, it went silent. Having nothing more than the sound of one another's breaths fill the air, until Yoongi lifted his head. Towering over the girl who could see the sudden darkness of his gaze. Darkness that was there more often than it wasn't.

"I need to take this deal back, kitten." His words were so slow. Coming out in the most treacherous manner, only to have Ming's eyes going round. Because she knew. Knew he now wanted JiSung. . . dead.