Who Are You Playing With? | MYG & JH

Chapter 8: The Truth

"Enough, JK." Yoongi speaks up, walking away from his spot at the wall again as he makes his way towards us. The younger boy simply nods, bowing to his hyung before walking away from me and sitting at the table again.

"You ready to talk yet, Ryujin?" Yoongi calmly questions as he walks up to me. I merely chuckle.

"I believe I've been talking whenever spoken to, Suga. What exactly are you looking for?" I answer.

"Why are you here? What were you trying to get from us? Who are you working for?" He questions. I roll my eyes at his words.

"I've already answered this. I'm only here because you sent your damn men after me since your eager ass couldn't accept being rejected. I wasn't trying to get anything from any one of you. I was only going to try to escape as soon as I had the appropriate opening. I work for the damn café you met me at." I answer. However, it only returns me a smack across the face.

"Give me the fucking truth." He growls lowly, pulling a gun from his side and pressing it against my forehead. However, I surprise him and Jungkook for that matter, by leaning into it.

"Go ahead and shoot me. You can put a fucking lie detector on me and try me, Yoongi. I'm not fucking lying to you. It's the goddamn truth." I inform him, my voice quiet but firm.

"Hoseok, go get Namjoon." He says, not looking away from me.

"If you weren't trying to get anything from us by being here, then why have you been stealing from my men?" He challenges me.

"Yoongi, if I really were trying to get anything from you or your men, I would've gotten it by now. Be it by having hacked through what I need or having gotten out of this room and away from the three of you. I have nothing against you or any of your men other than they were easy targets to get the money from. I told you, I have my reasons for having stolen the money. Though, if you kill me now, you can't get Namjoon's money back then." I answer smoothly.

Just then, Hoseok returns with Namjoon. The two of them walk in calmly while assessing the situation in front of them.

"You called for me, hyung?" Namjoon speaks up as Yoongi lowers the gun, nodding his head.

"You've got the best eye for liars. I want the truth from her." He answers coldly before walking away from me. Namjoon simply nods, grabbing a chair from the table that Jungkook was sat at with weapons. He drags the chair over so that he's sat directly in front of me.

"I should warn you, Ryuijin. Suga hyung hates liars. And JK tends to get a tad violent when someone lies to us. Just give me a truthful answer to each question I ask you, and this will go as painlessly as can be. Understand?" He explains to me in the calmest manner anyone's spoken to me yet. I merely nod my head.

"Alright. We'll start out with an easy question, okay? Understand that whether you give us a truthful answer that you think may put people in danger or give us a lie, the only person here who will end up being hurt, will be you." He continues. I simply nod once again.

"Good. Okay, like I said, easy question. How many living relatives do you have and who are they?" He starts.

"One. Hoseok, my older brother." I answer, looking him dead in the eye as I know how this goes. I know the things he's looking for.

"Bullshit! What about uncle Daehyun? The one who clearly helped you escape since you fucking killed your own father?" Hoseok pipes up, earning a glare from Yoongi while Namjoon remains calm and watches my reaction. Though, I have no reaction.

"He died five years ago. Police managed to figure out he was connected and hunted him down till they made him bite the bullet." I answer with no emotion whatsoever.

"Alright, good. When was the last time you were involved or in contact with someone from any gang that you were aware of, not including everything that happened with Yoongi hyung?" Namjoon asks next.

"Not since I was eleven." I answer, knowing what he'd meant by the question.

"Have you been in any relationships since then?" He then questions.

"Never." My response is short, my father's words echoing in an aching way through my head.

"I saw you hanging with that Yoongi kid again yesterday! You have to control your emotions! No feelings for anyone! No sympathy or anything!"

"How did you come in contact with Yoongi hyung?" He inquires, still appearing calm and content.

"He was a customer at the café I worked at. The first interaction between us was me telling him to go back to his seat when two men had began fighting. He'd wanted to intervene as he viewed me as a weak little girl." I explain, a smirk on my lips as I recall the incident. Namjoon even chuckles himself, nodding.

"You're supposed to be getting answers out of her, RM. Not casually conversing." Yoongi snaps in annoyance. My smirk doesn't fade though.

"That's exactly what he's doing, Yoongi. Clearly there's a reason you called him in to do this rather than doing it yourself. He's merely slipping in a few casual questions in attempt to ease me up, meaning it'll be easier for me to slip any necessary information if I were to be hiding something. It's called tactic and patience." I inform the cold older boy. He merely rolls his eyes.

"You must've been quite involved with your father's gang, Ryujin. You're quite the knowledgeable girl. But what doesn't add up, is why you stole from us. Care to explain?" He asks, sounding curious.

"Actually I don't. I have my reasons for taking the money, though at this point it's no longer necessary. I can return the money to you that I took if I'm let out of here. I understand taking care of children requires quite the amount of money for upkeep." I tell him, surprising him.

"How'd you know?" He asks in confusion, a small frown on his face while the other three are extremely surprised.

"The way she held herself and how you stood so protectively close to her yesterday. I hadn't meant for the girls to grow fearful or get hurt in any way by requesting my things." I explain. He merely smiles and nods his head.

"Alright, I'm afraid we've got a couple more serious questions left." He begins before getting cut off by my brother.

"You're just going to let her get away with stealing from us without giving any reason?!" Hoseok questions angrily. Namjoon merely nods.

"Clearly she had her reasons for taking the money. She's offering to return the amount she's stolen. We're moving on." He explains to my brother.

"I'll also return the remaining amount I have left from what I took of Jungkook. Like I said, I don't need the money anymore, whether I were dead, alive, here or freed. I don't need any of it. I'll return what I have left of what I'd taken." I inform them. Jungkook simply nods approvingly.

"Why did you come here, Ryujin?" Namjoon questions next.

"I never meant to get myself here. Until Jin took me to Yoongi's office yesterday, I had no knowledge of him being Suga, the leader of the gang. I had no idea this structure existed. I had no idea those two girls had any relation to anyone here." I had no idea my brother was alive or that he'd be here.

"Was there anything you were trying to get from our gang? It would seem we're the gang you've targeted lately." He asks.

"No. The only reason I allegedly targeted this group was because of Jungkook. He was too easy to fool. It's not been a means of sticking with the same gang, but just people that I know won't go to the authorities over it." I explain.

Namjoon sighs, turning in his chair to face Yoongi. The older boy merely looks at him expectantly.

"Hyung, she's telling the truth."