Who Are You Playing With? | MYG & JH

Chapter 7: Monster

Slowly feeling myself regain consciousness, I instantly recall the happenings before I had passed out. Staying completely silent, I force myself to open my eyes. Looking around, I recognize the type of spacious room I'm in.

Yoongi is stood off to the side, leaning back against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest and head ducked down. Jungkook is sat at a table with a ton of torture instruments, his back facing the table as he scrolls through his phone. Hoseok... Stood near a door across the room from me with his foot propped up against it.

"It's about damn time you woke up." Yoongi's voice is harsh and cold as he speaks, pushing himself away from the wall.

I'm currently stuck in chains. My arms are pulled up above my head to the point I'm nearly dangling from the chain. However, feeling the metal burning against my skin both at my ankles and my forearms where the knives are hidden, I realize they didn't even bother checking me.

"What exactly was your plan, Ryujin? Steal as much money from us as you could while you were here? Have some fun with me for once since you refused to do that with JK?" Yoongi questions coldly as he makes his way towards me.

"It's funny you thought I had any intention of allowing you to take me, Suga. I have to say, for being the leader of this gang, you clearly aren't thinking too well." I chuckle before he punches me in the stomach. However, I merely smile at the pain.

"What the hell were you planning?" He growls, glaring at me. It hurts to have him this angry at me, though it's sadly nothing new. Him being pissed at me. My brother seeming to hate my guts. He probably still blames me for Tae's death to this day.

"I was planning to escape. Get the hell away from you and this place." I answer calmly.

"Bullshit! You've been stealing from my men for weeks now! You even did it while at the house yesterday! What the fuck were you planning?!" He shouts, punching me in the jaw this time. I merely smile. I refuse to give in.

"I had my reasons for stealing. It's not like you all don't have a shit ton to begin with. You're being completely unreasonable and ridiculous. You're acting as though - ... - I killed fifteen of your - ... - men in a week - ... - for the last month." I respond between the punches.

"JK, I think you have a right to show her how you feel for the amount of money she's taken from you and the amount of times she's used you. Have at the punching bag." Yoongi says to Jungkook as he walks away from me.

He stands up, looking over at me with a smirk on his face as he cracks his knuckles. I simply laugh at his attempt to be intimidating despite the pain in my stomach. His face turns dark at my reaction, glaring at me.

He's one of their best fighters. I need to actually defend myself this time and fight back as best I can. I made that mistake with Yoongi already.

As he comes to throw a punch at me, I quickly lift my legs up to block it while putting all my weight in my arms. While he begins fighting me as best he can, using both his arms and attempting to kick me at times, I fight back with my legs as much as I can despite not having been in this position for eight years. It's a good thing I kept myself trained and worked out all these years.

After however long, we're both a bit bloodied and bruised. Though the damage isn't anything too bad to either of us.

"Enough! JK, you're going to run yourself ragged trying to fight her like that. Use the whip on her for a while first to wear her down and then go back to this." Hoseok pipes up. Jungkook looks over at my brother in surprise and hesitation.

"Hyung, are you sure about that?" He asks, surprisingly very unsure of his elders instructions.

"It's his sister, JK. If he thinks that's the best way you're going to be able to get your revenge then so be it." Yoongi answers coldly for my brother. The youngest shrugs, walking over to the table while I scoff.

"You've forgotten how Appa raised us. Huh, Hoseok?" I question my older brother. He glares at me though.

"Don't call him that. He was never a father to me. And you're no goddamn sister of mine either." He snarls at me. I ignore the immense pain it caused me though.

"Besides, he always spent more time turning you into the fucking disgusting monster that you are than he ever did on Taehyung or me. There's a damned reason you're the one chained up while I'm standing freely." He snaps with an eye roll.

"And what exactly is that 'damned reason', Hoseok? Because I was busy stealing from your buddies and so it makes me the baddest person alive? When you don't even know the reason I was doing it in the first place? Or is it because I saved you and Namjoon's girls?" I challenge.

"You're a fucking monster and you know damn well you are!" He shouts at me.

At this point, Jungkook is stood frozen at the table with the whip in his hand, seeming to only frustrate his hyung further. Hoseok stalks over to the younger boy, snatching the tool from his hand before storming over to me.

"You can do your worst to me, but you'll never get me to break, Hoseok. You're calling me the fucking monster yet your the one looking ready to murder your own goddamn sibling." I inform him darkly. His eyes darken even further if that's even possible at this point.

"I will never be a monster. I will never be the monster that you are. Everyone has a fucking breaking point, bitch. Let's just see where yours is." He growls before letting the real pain begin.

I don't know how long it goes on for. How long he keeps whipping me. Letting it crack down on me in just about every place possible. I refuse to give him what he wants though. I refuse to let out even the quietest of whimpers.

Eventually though, it comes to an end. Walking away from me, he tosses the whip back down on the table. Motioning to Jungkook, Hoseok goes back to where he'd originally been standing. Jungkook looks to Yoongi for permission, whom simply gives him a short head nod.

As the beating starts once again, I can feel him putting more and more effort into each hit. Slowly getting into it and feeling his frustration coursing through him.

"What's wrong, little girl? Did your big bad brother tire you out already?" He chuckles coldly, sending a punch to my face. I can feel the blood just seeping from each wound, slowly running down my body.

"Stop fucking up, damn it!" Appa shouts at me, punching me in the stomach.

"Stop fucking passing out! Stop whimpering! Stop crying like a goddamn baby! You have to be able to take shit!" He yells at me.

"I... I can't help it, Appa. The pain is so... so much and you keep making me bleed..." I whimper out, spitting out more blood that's beginning to pool in my mouth from the numerous hits.

"Learn how to take the fucking pain and blood loss like a goddamn man! I could survive three fucking bullet wounds easily! You need to get to that point if you want to be good enough ever!" He hollers. My eyes widen as he takes the black weapon from the table in the room.

"Don't disappoint me again, Ryujin. I will not stop until you quit failing me." He warns. I only have time to nod before I feel the bullet pierce my skin and lodge itself in my leg.

Biting my cheek and lip to bare the pain, I can feel myself drawing blood as I force myself to stay away and even give my father a smirk. He simply nods his head with an expressionless look.

"I'll be back in two hours. You better still be awake." He informs me before the door slams shut.

Lifting my head up to look Jungkook in the eye, I smirk at him before spitting out blood that had been pooling in my mouth from the abuse. He gasps, stumbling back as he wipes the disgusting liquid off his face before glaring at me.

"You're going to have to do a lot better than that to try and ruin me, Jungkook." I inform him with a smirk still plastered on my face.