Who Are You Playing With? | MYG & JH

Chapter 6: Hobi

Looking out the window, I'm so lost in thought that I don't even realize that the door to my room has opened. Or that it was closed after someone entered the room.

Sitting in the middle of the window seat, I've got my legs pulled up to my chest with my arms wrapped protectively around them. It's not until I feel a presence behind me that I finally snap out of my thoughts and realize that I'm no longer alone.

"Miss me, kitten?" I hear him whisper lowly as he slowly snakes his arms around my waist. I don't react to the touch, merely changing my legs into a loosely crossed position when he picks me up and sets me on his lap where his legs are also crossed.

"Only in your dreams, Yoongi." I respond softly as I continue looking out the window beside us. If it weren't for the fact that I know what he's wanting right now, the position we're currently in wouldn't bother me in the slightest and would actually feel fairly comfortable and natural. But it's not.

I feel him gently brush my hair to the side, moving it over my shoulder in front of me. Thankfully, it's not the ear with the tattoo behind it that he revealed to himself.

"What're you thinking so deeply about then, kitten?" He murmurs softly, pressing a gentle kiss to the skin behind my ear. I know exactly what he's looking for, and I refuse to give it to him.

"Nothing of your concern, Yoongi." I respond quietly as he begins sucking and nipping at the area he'd just kissed. As good as it nearly feels, I refuse to give in. I won't give him what he wants.

"Damn it! Fucking stop!" Appa shouts as he smacks me across the face for what feels like the millionth time.

"But-" I try to reason with him, though I don't have the chance before he punches me in the stomach to cut me off.

"'But' nothing! You're weak! You have to be able to take anything! You control your goddamn body and your fucking emotions!" He shouts at me.

"Appa, hurts! I'm not as strong as you! Can't just acting like a boy be enough?!" I cry out in anger, frustration, and pain. He kneels down in front of me, yanking on my short boyish hair harshly.

"You can't just act, Ryujin! You have to be able to control your emotions! Control yourself! You work with a ton of men and eventually will work with and against boys your age! I saw you hanging with that Yoongi kid again yesterday! You have to control your emotions! No feelings for anyone! No sympathy or anything! You have to be just as strong as every other guy out there!"

"Now, now, kitten. Don't be that way. What's on your mind?" He whispers, his voice growing husky as he continues to work on leaving hickeys trailing from my ear, to my jawline, down my neck and to my collarbone.

"Nothing, babe." I answer him once again as he begins working on one at my collarbone, having pulled me back flush against his chest at this point. As he pulls away from the skin there, he breathily chuckles before leaning up to press a kiss at the corner of my mouth as it's the best he can reach at the moment with the position we're currently in.

Though, before he can continue anything further, the door slams open. The man stood at the door, from the files, I recognize him to be Kim Namjoon, or RM as his cover name. His eyes hold an uncertain emotion. Though, Yoongi simply groans in annoyance at the interruption as he nuzzles his head into the crook of my neck.

"Boss, the both of you need to come to your office right now." He speaks somewhat calmly. Yoongi looks up at the younger boy in seeming confusion.

"Why both of us? Why does she need to be there?" Yoongi questions suspiciously.

"Just trust us on this one, boss. You'll find out when we get there. The others are already waiting." Namjoon informs him.