Who Are You Playing With? | MYG & JH

Chapter 10: I'm Fine

I don't even realize the tear that slips down my cheek as I stand. I toss the file on the table as I begin walking towards the door. Everyone looks at me in surprise with the exception of Yoongi who just seems pissed at my actions.

I manage to get out of the room and just a couple steps away from the door of the room before I'm stopped. Yoongi's hand on my arm being a tight hold, I have no choice but to stop and turn back around with a gentle glare.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" He growls quietly. At that moment, I finally felt the burn of a second tear slip down my cheek, my arms and sides aching where the scars are.

"You do realize what you're asking me to do right? Asking me to put myself in a position with some random ass guy to use me for pleasure for however long it takes you all to get your brother out? Not knowing how far things could possibly end up going? Contrary to clearly popular belief, I'm not a fucking slut or whore. I'm going back to my room, calm the hell down." I snap, my voice much softer than I would've liked it to be before I pull my arm from his loosened grip and walking off.

Yoongi POV

I feel everything in me completely drop as I realize her point, realizing what I really was asking her to do. Ruffling my hair in frustration and worry, I walk back into the meeting room where the boys are all waiting for me.

"What was that all about?" Namjoon asks curiously as I grab the file from where Ryujin had been sitting and sit at my seat.

"We need to come up with a different plan. The one we had with her just acting as a distraction was stupid and foolish." I say with a sigh, rubbing my hands over my face a couple times.

"Hyung, what're you going on about?" Hoseok asks with a frown.

"He's right. That plan would've been far too risky and dangerous for her, and it wouldn't have been fair to put her in that type of situation." Jin agrees. This only confuses Hoseok and Jungkook even more though.

"What the fuck are you going on about? Jin, she's fucking related to me. She was trained more than my brother and I ever were. She'd walk straight through a fucking shootout if that's what the plan required of her." Hoseok snaps in annoyance and frustration.

"No, Hoseok. It has nothing to do with weapons and fighting type of risky or dangerous. We were looking at putting her in a situation where Hyunjin could've possibly taken complete advantage of her. We were asking her to distract him while we get Chim out, and we have no idea how long that'll take. That could've ended up with him taking her to the bedroom and going as far as he could've gotten before we had the chance to stop anything. We're changing plans." I explain for the two who weren't catching.

Hoseok simply rolls his eyes in annoyance, crossing his arms over his chest as he leans back. Jungkook on the other hand, has realization washed over his face as he nods.

"That makes sense. I don't think she's really done much, if anything, sexual." He says softly, staring down at the table.

"What the fuck are you talking about, Kookie? How the hell do you think she managed to get your attention and steal from you?" Hoseok questions.

"But that's the thing. She'd get my attention. Even when I took her to my house, twice, my lips never even met hers. There was nothing that actually really happened because she'd knock me out before it could get too far. I think that's part of why she rushed out, because she got scared not knowing how far it would get taken. I don't think she's actually ever done anything sexual." Kookie explains. I sigh, running a hand through my hair.

"Look, the meetings over for now. Namjoon and Jin, I want you two with me. We're gonna talk over a new plan with her so that it's something more suited for her and Jin, I need you to doctor her up." I inform them as I stand. Namjoon and Jin follow suit as I finish speaking before the three of us head out of the room together.

Walking down to her room, I feel mildly nervous. I feel really bad though. I'm worried of how she'll react to me at this point, but I feel even worse for even thinking of putting anyone in that type of situation. Let alone expecting her to just be okay with it and follow through like it's nothing.

When we reach her room, I knock on the door before cautiously opening it. Looking inside, she's sat on the window seat once again. She doesn't bother looking at us either though, although a couple of tears on her cheek is noticeable.

Biting my lip, I walk over to her and kneel down beside her. She glances over at me, not moving her head, before returning her gaze outside and wiping away the remaining tears.

"Kitten, I'm sorry. Look, we're changing the plan, okay? Completely different so that we can avoid any troubles there." I tell her softly, taking one of her hands that had been holding onto her legs and rubbing circles on the back of it with my thumb.

"You have nothing to apologize for. You have a plan and that's that. Just move on from it." She says, pulling her hand away while she speaks with an ice cold emotionless tone. I sigh, shaking my head as I stand up and move to sit in front of her.

"Ryujin, we're changing the plan. You, me, and Namjoon are going to talk it through so that we can come up with something better. But you also need to let Jin hyung take a look at you and start getting you patched up." I inform her, my tone a little less gentle this time.

"I don't need looked at, nor do I need patched up. I can take care of myself and I'm perfectly fine." She argues quietly.

"Kitten, please stop arguing and just work with us." I say with a sigh.

"Fine. I have different clothes to change into to make it easier if they actually bothered to bring my things here."

As she walks back out of the bathroom that's attached to her room, she's just in her undergarments and an oversized long sleeve shirt that looks almost like a dress on her.

I'd be wondering just how adorable she'd look in my clothes right now if it weren't for the fact that all that my eyes are drawn to at the moment is all the scars scattered across her legs that look completely beat up from the whip Hoseok used on her.

All I can do is watch from where I'm sat on the edge of her bed as she sits back down on the window seat, Jin sitting at her feet as he begins examining her. It's obvious now that she definitely has a sprained ankle, but anything else is beyond me.

"How does your ankle feel, Ryujin?" He asks calmly, gently pushing down on some areas right where the swelling begins.

"It feels fine." She answers, looking out the window. I frown, knowing damn well that it probably hurts like a bitch. Yet, she's not even wincing.

"Bullshit, Ryujin. I need you to be honest with me so that I can treat you as best as possible. I know that probably hurts like hell considering how swollen it is." Jin tells her frustratedly with a slight glare. She merely shrugs though.

"I am being honest, Jin. I told you. I'm perfectly fine and I can take care of myself." She says calmly. He simply rolls his eyes at her before slowly moving up her leg.

"Shit, Ryujin, you're fucking leg is snapped! How the hell have you been walking?" Jin exclaims. She rolls her eyes this time, in response.

"Chill, Jin. It's nothing that bad. I know it's snapped. Like I said, I'm fine. It snapped when I was getting out of the chains earlier. I just snapped it back in place while I was waiting on them." She speaks as though she simply broke a nail.

"Hyungs, you really don't understand. She was raised a completely different way than us..." Namjoon says with a sigh. I frown, looking over at him.

What the hell is he talking about?