Who Are You Playing With? | MYG & JH

Chapter 19: Using You

"Wow... This is actually really cool." Namjoon mutters as we all get out of the car when we reach the secret house. I simply shrug in response.

"There's only seven bedrooms. It was originally supposed to be big enough to give Hoseok, Tae, and I our own bedrooms, along with our uncles two kids if something were to happen. So, each of you will have your own room. I assume Hyejin, Hara, and Chiyeon rooming with the respective guy won't be an issue." I inform them before heading up to the door.

Punching in the proper numbers for the passcode, the door soon unlocks and I open it up to lead everyone inside. As we all step inside, there's more gasps as they all begin to wander around.

"Bedrooms are all upstairs. Considering it's late at this point and the kind of day it's been, I'd suggest you all go claim a room and get some sleep. I can give you guys a bit of a tour around the house tomorrow." I inform them, glancing at the clock that's on the wall across from the doorway.

I don't bother looking back at all of them as I begin heading over to the couch, hearing multiple footsteps begin to lead the way upstairs. Sighing to myself, I plop down on the couch and run a hand through my hair.

It feels all too natural and familiar to be running around and dealing with these type of things again.

"Aren't you going to get some sleep as well? If anyone of us had the hardest day, it'd be you." I hear Yoongi question softly from behind me.

"I'm not one much for sleep. Besides, I'll take the couch anyways. You can go ahead upstairs and get some sleep, Yoongi." I respond quietly.

"Kitten, you're still my fiancée. Besides, you need the bed way more than I do right now, if you're gonna be picky that way." He says gently, beginning to play with my hair.

"Being your fiancée has nothing to do with anything, Yoongi, and I'm not being picky. I'm being respectful. I'm only your fiancée so that I live, using it as a way to allow Hara and Hyejin to give their thanks and using it as a way to have an extra tool to use for missions. A tool you don't even trust." I tell him quietly, swallowing the lump in my throat that forms for some unknown reason.

I hear him sigh as he stops playing with my hair, soon appearing instead next to me as he sits down beside me on the couch. He sits sideways on the couch, facing me with the most innocent look on his face I've seen yet. One that reminds me of the boy I knew when I was only six years old.

With a slight pout on his lips, he looks down for a moment before taking my hand that's next to him in his. I simply watch his facial expressions as he begins playing instead with my fingers now, a seemingly content look on his face as he keeps his attention on our fingers.

"I'm not using you, kitten. I do trust you now, and I'm sorry for not trusting you before." He informs me softly. I can't help the small smile that tugs at my lips as his innocent little pout still cutely placed on his lips as he speaks.

"I understand, Yoongi. I was never mad for you deciding not to trust me. I would've done the same." I tell him, looking over at him with a small smile. He doesn't respond though, simply tilting his head to the side as he watches our fingers for a moment longer before looking up at me.

Watching him intently, he gently bites his bottom lip as his eyes flicker down for a second before returning to my eyes. As he does it a second time, I realize that he's looking down to my lips before returning his gaze to my eyes. Though, when he does it once more, I end up doing the same damn thing.

Before I can react, I feel him gently press his lips against my own. I feel all of the oxygen in my body just dissipate in seconds, surprised by his sudden actions but surprised even more by the fact that I actually kind of enjoy it.

As he slowly begins to move his lips against mine, I hesitate but end up responding and moving my lips against his in sync. After about a minute of this, he slowly begins pulling away, biting gently on my bottom lip and tugging on it in the process before releasing my lip and pulling away completely.

Looking up at him in surprise, my lips are still lightly parted as I silently try to catch my breath. It's then that I notice just how swollen his lips are now. As he bites his lip lightly, he leans forward again to rest his forehead against my own. Leaning down, he gently pecks my lips once more.

"I'm not using you, Ryujin. I don't want you think I'm just keeping you here to please the girls or so that we can send you in on missions instead of one of us. I don't want you think that you're only being labeled as my fiancée to others just to stay alive. I really do care about you, Ryujin, and I don't want to see you hurt. Understand?" He whispers, cupping my cheek with his hand as he gently rubs his thumb across my cheek.

Giving him a small smile, I simply give him a tiny head nod. He sighs, pecking my lips once more.

"It's been a long time since I was that scared to lose someone, kitten. You really had me worried today." He mumbles softly.

"You don't need to be worried about losing me, Yoongi. I've made it this far. It's gonna take a lot more than that to get rid of me." I joke lightly, earning me a small smile from him.

"Come on. It's late and it's been a really fucking long day. Please come to bed with me." He murmurs softly before pecking my lips once again, causing me to giggle this time. Though, that only makes him pout.

"Don't laugh at me. It's not my fault that you have really kissable lips and that you're really fucking cute all the damn time." He mumbles with a pout, his thumb beginning to run over my lips instead of my cheek now. I can't help but to laugh this time.

"You really are tired. Come on, sleepy. We need to get you to bed." I tease before giggling once again. He pouts at me once again but sighs and stands up. Though, as soon as he's on his feet, he's got his eyes closed and arms outstretched as he makes grabby hands in my direction.

I laugh once more, enjoying seeing his childish side coming out as I stand. As soon as I'm on my feet, he immediately takes my hand and begins dragging me upstairs as I continue laughing at his childishness that I've not seen since we were little.